 Rutherford gazed at Teresa. She sure didn't look like a maid right now in her black, shrink -wrap miniskirt and demi-bra. He tried to imagine the dark-skinned fireball in scruffy clothes, but all he could come up with was her in no clothes at all. He shook his head. She had a point . She could look the part of an illiterate peasant, as he knew her grandparents had been. Teresa had used raw intelligence (and her stunningly sexy body), fueled by a passionate hatred of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older brother , to claw her way into and then up the NASO hierarchy.
 Somehow the cleavage between those large, mouthwatering breast seemed to grow . Warning bells started going off all over Rutherford's brain. He didn't want to give Teresa an excuse to try to seduce him; he was pretty sure she'd succeed. Knowing when he was beaten, Rutherford sighed, "Very well , Teri, start preparations."
 "Oh, Ralph, honey" she cooed as she slinked closer . The jiggle of her dark breasts reached out and seized the young man 's eyes. "How sweet of you to even THINK about making love to a grown-up woman like me. Of course I wouldn't ask that of you."
 "But warm me up, first, baby ," she instructed and pressed the astonished young man onto his knees. "Yesss." she hissed and drew his face into her already dripping bush. Some time later with the assistance of the staff of her staff assistant, Teresa was join howling in ecstasy through her umpteenth orgasm .
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