I didn’t try to ping her that time as it would be a bad impression for me.That job was not relevant for my role as from the JD. My only intention wa... to make Rosy the princess of my Tool for at least once. I called her again next day at around 9 pm and told to discuss something about the profile. She told yo call next morning. I told her to save my number if possible. She agreed and shut down. I had no idea whether she really saved it or not.Now it’s the time to ping her. I pinged her in. " That's a filthy habit." Yeah and it causes cancer and rots your teeth too," she sneered.I tried to move further into the shadows, but the white shirt I was wearing was too bright to hide. She came out the door and found me instantly."Who are you?" she hissed."Uh..." okay, moment of truth, do I tell her who I am or do I play the game until I can figure out what the fuck was going on? "My name's Mike."The light from the window winked off and I flinched."Mike? Do I know you?"Yeah, mom, you could. " Oh, I believe I do. You don't mind, do you?" Only if you stop." he said as he put down his foot to stand in front of me, causing his shaft to bounce slowly as it began to point towards the ceiling.The skin was paper thin, crossed with thin veins. The balls seemed to pull and stretch, weighing the sack down. The skin was incredibly soft; as soft as my own inner lips, and seemed to be able to pull and stretch into any shape. I lifted his balls in my hand. They seemed heavy, pendulous things,. "But, I mean, Kevin -- this guy -- he was like you -- thin and rangy. You're right, 'reedy' isn't the right word for you -- or for him, either."She leaned into me now, and lowered her voice, although there wasn't anyone else around to overhear us. "And, you know, the first time I was with him? Well, damn! He was, like, really big, you know?... Where it counts the most?"This turn in the conversation was a little bit of a shocker for me. Betsy had always been something of a free spirit around me,.