Chapter 321 Her Cock Night:>>17

• When the shamed mother opened her eyes, her wrists had been untied and she was bent over the bed rail. She levered herself up until the bed finial cleared her cunt and picked up her robe from the floor, wrapping it around her sore ass and breasts.
• She went to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and saw Matt sitting at the table, but in her shame she avoided eye contact. Not until she saw the spatula lying in the kitchen sink did the debased memories of last night slowly come back to her. Yet she was also shamed to admit the memories of her beating last night were yet again exciting her. She had to keep her hand from rubbing her pussy right there in the kitchen. Last night Matthew had been so forceful, so vehement when she'd spoken to him like a bad girl. If only he had already left the house.
• "Mother, make waffles for us."