. clinical, detached, yet ruthlessly uncompromising. It was eerie to here this voice pass my lips.Sarah noticed it too. She was looking at me nervousl... now, and she was hugging her knees even tighter. "Umm ... Jon, listen, I didn't mean what I said ... I was just having another one of my little episodes, just forget I ever said anything okay."The beast inside me disagreed.The cold voice continued to speak through me. "No Sarah. I said I would spank you for being so discourteous yesterday, and I. Fortunately they packaged oil in the right size bottle for one gallon cans of gas. I had a two and a half gallon tank and a one gallon tank. When I got down to less than half the big can, I transfered it into the smaller can. At that point, I put two gallons in the big can along with two of the little bottles of oil. It was a pain for about thirty seconds, then it was over for a month or more.I got the gasoline ready for the next month before my phone rang around noon. Mike was at the airport. She began to buck her hips wildly like she was riding a bull at a rodeo."YES, YES, THAT'S IT, MORE. KEEP IT UP. I'M ALMOST THERE. THERE, THERE, AAAAAAAHHHHHHH" with that she came harder than I think I did covering my face with her juices."Oh God that was amazing, thank you. I really needed that." she said with a dazed look in her eye."Oh were not done yet, missy." I told her. "You see we seem to have worked me up into a state" she looked down at my 7 1/2" cock back to full attention."Well,. I decided to look for a bathroom anyway.I headed through the doorway and found a short hall. At the end of it there were two doors, one on each side. One was probably the bathroom. I headed that way. At the two doors, not knowing which way to turn, I glanced left.There she was, standing in front of a dresser at the back wall, shirt off and in the process of taking off her bra. Unlike with most women, with her that was a real production. Let me describe her.Her name was Pamela. She was 51 years.