Anyway, gradually a few weeks passed in the same fashion. I and the sexy Bengali girl became friends and now we used to have lunch and coffee together.... We also used to come back from the office together. I was loving every part of it, every second of it because her kinky smile was enough for me to get a boner.We gradually started texting as well but there it was limited to our training office and other things.After a one and half months, it was one fine weekend. All of our friends were at one. I wait for sweet release. My husband pounds on harder and faster. I hear one of the men outside say Holy shit, she’s fucking hot. Just as I feel my husband’s balls tighten to release his load he pulls his cock out of me. He pulls down and back on the leash and I turn towards him. “Down”, he nearly shouts, “On your knees”. I sink to my knees and my husband’s cock is right in my face. He has already started to cum but my husband has such a grip on it nothing has come out. My husband drops. .YES!...." Screamed Sarah.She felt her orgasm explode, The pleasure coursing through her naked bodymade her tight pussy-hole suck and contract reflexively around her son'sdeeply impaling prick, her trembling hips bucked uncontrollably off the bedas she felt the amazing rush of the orgasm sweep over her."Yes....Ohhhh...Ughhh..Yes!" She cried out.Mike kept pumping his mother, as she orgasmed he felt her pussy clamp downhard onto his cock, the friction on his dick was almost too much but hemanaged. I consensually agreed to give him the power to make decisions for me. If I can’t make decisions for myself, then I can’t make them for my daughters,” she said as she smacked Becky’s ass.“You decided how many swats the girls are supposed to receive and how to punish them?” I pointed out that she DID get to make decisions about the girls.“Yes, every Master I’ve had in the past had different expectations of my daughters and me. There were some who let them run wild and others who were much harsher.