They were sitting upon the bed, side by side, their heads together and whispering. Step by step, she made her feet move toward them, trying to put tog...ether some kind of apology. But all the words were weak and meaningless.He looked around first, and Lauralee flinched. She saw light reflect from her son's pale brown hair, and caught the full impact of his black eyes. He sat erect, his slim body nicely shaped, boyishly molded, with good shoulders and a flat belly and narrow hips. Robbie's face. With each hit, I felt like I had a mini-orgasm and had a jerk to follow it."Shit, if this is your idea of a free massage, fuck, you win, Angela."She sucked even harder on my lips down there and brought her hands up to my boobs. She fondled them ever so softly for me and enticed the pleasure more than I could imagine. She didn't let up at all; she just wanted to gratify me.No matter what my relationship was with her, she seemed to be more than convinced to make sure she sent me off as a happy. Shh. Speak not, my love. Tonight actions will speak louder than words. Then you pick me up over your shoulder and walk me back into the rest of the hotel. You drop me on the bed and drop me on the bed. You stand there looking powerful and handsome. You crook one finger at me, signaling me towards you. On your knees, slut. I obey instantly. You know what to do. I reach up, and with trembling hands, undo your zipper and pull your pants and briefs all the way down. You step out of them and kick. He looked like Cal from the outside, but inside he was becomingThelma, more and more, day by day.He found that he decorated his new apartment to Thelma's taste. Therewere curtains in the windows. The bed had a pretty embroideredcoverlet. There was a lacy bed skirt about the bed and frilly pillowshams. Each morning, Thelma would carefully make the bed.Thelma loved to eat different foods in a different manner. The old Calwould gobble a hamburger, swig his beer from the bottle, and most.