Instead, she simply seemed to be taking in all the quick developments."I'm sorry, you're not shy or anything are you," Steve inquired, with just a hin...t of concern which I knew to be fake. "I just didn't think it would bother you," he directed at Laurie. "Bobby and I took quite a few late night hot tub dips last week at the conference and I just assumed you were used to it."Steve was obviously lying as we didn't have a hot tub at the hotel we stayed at or at least one I was aware of but it. One weekend my father went to run some errands and I was left alone with his new wife who for all intent and purposes I considered her to be an evil witch, if I’m being honest. But she was fucking hot. That’s right, my dad married a hot evil witch and she needed to be destroyed. She is probably 5'4, 125lbs with “D Cups.” Her one saving grace, I really appreciated her huge tits especially when she wore one of her many form fitting shirts. She’s a brunette, has light brown eyes and almost no ass.. ” He then left for a few minutes while I opened my attaché case and arrange my photos on his desk. When Mr. Richardson returned he was carrying a glass filled with ginger ale. “Here you go Hun.”“Thank you.” I exclaimed.I took a sip of the ginger ale and immediately I began to feel dizzy…and that’s the last thing I remember.*******Several hours later I began to awake, but I was not in Mr. Richardson’s office anymore. It was a little dark and I had a slight headache, but when I tried to bring my. Letting go, she shoved me in my chest, knocking me back a good couple of meters and over a wall, "Oh Bert I'm sorry, I was just so worked up."She raced over and picked me up again, brushing down my clothes again, using more force than I was comfortable with, "I know you didn't mean it, sweetie. Just try and be gentler. You are so strong now," I pleaded."I'm sorry," she kissed me, then carried on walking at a more regular pace."So are you ready for our date this weekend?" I asked trying to get.