He sounds like James Earl Jones. She knelt on the floor and prodded him, "And is that all?"He laughed, because even as she asked that, she was startin... to take her socks off. "There's more. I need you naked."She giggled with glee as she stripped in earnest. "Master! How can I resist your powerful voice?" She said that with a teasing and almost mocking tone.Standing there holding his hard-on, he asked in confusion, "I thought you just said you weren't going to call me 'Master'?" Well, of course. "What? No!" she yelled back. The TV was quite loud. "He just didn't seem into it." she said as she walked into the room with 2 plates with piles of hot and creamy pasta, bread and some side salads. I looked up at her and realized she still looked so beautiful. My mother was over 50, 5'5", 190 lbs. She had a gentle round face and almond, hazel eyes. She had long chestnut brown hair that fell to her middle back. Her eye brows had been shaped recently. Her small nose sat perfectly above thick,. She wore a pair of very tight washed-out denims whichclung to her shapely thighs and butt, and a pink sequined top which showedoff a generous amount of cleavage. Completing her outfit were a pair ofheeled strappy sandals, a charm bracelet around one wrist and a tacky pinkwatch around the other, a gold necklace dipping into her cleavage a bit anda pair of stylish sunglasses perched on her head. Her blue eyes surveyedthe alleyway with some distaste, then as if remembering something shesnapped. "Hold it out." scorned Pam. "Hold it out." "No please, I've had enough," he pleaded." If you don't hold out that hand you'll get an extra one." Thwack! Now dancing around the room, he had suddenly lost interest in any kind of fantasy and just wanted the end to come. "One, two, three, four, five,...." Stop wasting time and hold it out!" bellowed Pam. He looked to see she was no longer smiling. He could concentrate no more on the mirror and fell to his knees in front of her touching her legs and.