6 feet of height, with long hair up to her back. White complexion, natural juicy red lips, with an equally awesome figure to go with, 36C, 29, 32. Wel... I tried to calm her down, but to vain she just wouldn’t stop crying. I then pulled her face up and kissed her on her juicy lips for a second. She stopped crying and then asked me whether I could satisfy her. I told her that I was not an experienced person and this would be my first time and that I don’t guarantee her satisfaction. She gave me a. “Teresa you’re looking very pretty this morning,” he said softly, almost whispering. He saw a pink flush spread from her neck to her cheeks. “Okay, thanks,” he said, turning toward Don’s office, hearing Teresa sigh loudly as he left.Tina looked up when he approached her desk. “Jack, Don wants to see you,” she said.“That’s why I’m here,” he answered, seeing her cast her eyes down at his words.“You can go in now, he’s off the phone,” she said, her eyes still lowered.Don looked up from his. Mom still looked puzzled, but she could see I wasn't lying ... that I was trying to be honest about this awkward subject. She said, "well, at the least, maybe you could put it straight into the laundry for me? After each time? Rather than storing it under your bed for who knows how long." She paused. I think her curiosity got the better of her, then. "How long has it been since you washed this, anyway?" Um," I began, guiltily. "Never?" Never?" she asked, alarmed. "Years?" A look of alarmed. " Whenever we are walking together, you will walk at my right side and one pace behind me with your hands clasped behind your back. Do you understand?" Yes sir," she begins to sob.I am behind her where she can't see me. I reach out and abruptly snatch the hair tie from her short ponytail. Her head snaps back, her eyes wide open and her hands fly up to her head."Did I say that you could move?" I demand harshly."Uh, no, you didn't." Her head snaps back forward and her hands drop."I didn't what?".