I loved Mrs. Johnson and I knew that I would do anything she wanted. I was so entranced, I would have given myself to her will, even if she didn't hav... any evidence to hold against me.Mrs. Johnson giggled at me. "Did you like that, Shirley? Did you like masturbating to my panties? No need to answer; I already know." Mrs. Johnson pulled a couple of Kleenex from the bedside table, and tossed them to me. I cleaned myself up.She said, "I like these panties. I'm not ready to take them off. But you. I am not interested in short-term relationships, over-night, or “wham-bam”. I am only interested in long term relationships that may be infrequent but frequent is of course preferred.I am college educated and I’m not a blond - I’m a fading redhead - so don’t treat me as a blond. I don’t have a webcam and I will not respond to simple one-liners like “How are you doing”…show some intelligence and more important desire – I love things graphic. Being demeaning excites me! Many of you may recognize. George could handle the technical questions, but he was hopeless with construction or security concerns. Once again, I was project leader by default. Someone had to have the last word.If it sounds like chaos, you have a small taste. The first major issue was where and how to run the trunk line. Security, correctly, assumed it would be to their existing office. What they did not anticipate was that this would effectively evict them. Gerald set the example by giving up his office. Locations for. Jack passed the mike to me and I said, "Good morning, everyone. We had bad storms here and lost power for most of the night. Our daughters, Becky and Gretchen, are here. I'm going to turn the mike to each of them and have them say hello and tell a little of what happened last night. Becky, please go first." Good morning. I am Becky here with my husband, Mark. We had no power since late last night nor does our company's office. Everybody is off today and Mom was nice enough to invite us over..