I tell her to come over after work, and I'll help her unwind. She comes over wearing a white blouse, green pencil skirt, and red Valentinos. She looks...stressed out.I hand her a glass of wine. One laced with an aphrodisiac. She's telling me about her day and how awful it was. I nod and smile but don't really give a shit. I'm just pouring more wine and waiting for the d**g to take effect. I know when the d**g starts working because she says she's hot. She unbuttons the top button of her blouse. I. Staring directly at the bulge in my pants, she asked, "I have to ask, were you thinking about me peeing?" Now it was my turn to become a little red-faced as I looked at her and said, "Does that bother you if I were?" "Not in the slightest, it's kind of interesting. I've never known a guy that was interested in watching me pee before. I guess we are past the point of being coy, so I'll just ask... Can I see your cock?" She hadn't raised her glance to my eyes. I thought for a moment, and replied,. Then she decided it had to be that day, he would arrive a little later, maybe after meeting someone, or drinking with friends, she wouldn`t know. But the halls would be empty, and she would do just what she intended to.She went to get a shower, she wanted to look her best and smell attractively… she wanted him to have no choice, but to get inside her. She spent a long time trying to choose what to wear or not, she ended up making her mind up about her red high heels and a matching red. She would callout as she galloped away, “I’m no dummy and my name is Betsy”. At that moment in Betsy’s life she wondered what the future would be for them as she tightened her strong legs around Trigger’s side flanks then stood up in the two stirrups in respect to her carriers powerful strength underneath her unbroken hymen. Then sat down slowly when a bolt of electricity began to cause her stomach to quiver thinking the rough riding had ruptured the membrane that labeled her as a virgin. .