Me and the filthy scene taking place just a few feet away. They were so close, I could hear it all, from his humiliating words, to the wet sounds her ...pussy was making when he played with her pussy. Obscene squelching, never stopping, my mother’s breaking becoming more rapid and erratic and punctuated by gasps every time he changed his trick repertoire. He slapped her between her legs, then pinched and caressed her, then slapped her again, the sound startling me. Did that feel good? I really. If my hands were not holding her tits, they would be driving into her chin with every deep thrust into her wet pussy. My cock is blazing in and out of her; I watch each thrust as it disappears into her pussy. My balls are slapping against her ass with every thrust, she is beginning to convulse again and I can feel the familiar tension in my lower back that signals an impending orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on my cock as I make my last thrust deep into her pussy. We are both shaking as I feel. She held her ruined gown to her full breast."Thank you," she gasped out, her free hand at her throat."Did he hurt you?" I asked.She shook her head. "But our maid is terrified, poor woman. You saw what happened to her." She had disappeared into the carriage and was watching from the window, a kerchief at her mouth, eyes very large."Who else is in there?" I asked the girl, who seemed to be quickly regaining her composure, her chest heaving slower."The baroness, and I'll bet you she is furious,. She looked at me and smiled and went away. She asked for the bathroom to freshen up. I showed the way. She went to bathroom leaving the door open. After few minutes i couldn’t resist and grabbed her from back and started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and started biting her lips. I slowly started rubbing her boobs and caressing my hands all over her. I put my one hand on her ass and started smacking. She loved that she wanted more and more of that. I pulled her hair and put my fingers in.