The receptionist seemed nice and she smiled - was that a good sign? Betty's mouth was dry and she barely breathed. "Mr. Davidson will see you now," th... receptionist said after a few moments. Betty stood and adjusted her clothes before walking up to the heavy wood door. Betty knocked softly, afraid of what may lie behind this imposing door. "Come in," came the voice from inside the room. Betty opened the door slowly and peeked around it. "Come in Ms. Andrews," Mr. Davidson said. "It is Ms.,. .. I'll dry you off."I didn't know what to do, so I just gave her the towel. But I was a little surprised when she went over and closed the door before coming back to where I was standing. She told me her son was wrapped up in a robe on the couch in the game room watching TV and eating a snack, so she could take her time.She stood behind me and started drying my hair, and then she started doing my back before kneeling down and drying the backs of my legs. As she did, she moved the towel up and. He put a date-rape concoction into something you ate last night and was in the process of attacking you when I showed up. The bastard is in intensive care right now and I sincerely hope they don’t save his balls. Needless to say the cops have him handcuffed to the bed.”I was horror-stricken. It was obvious that Tom was distraught. But men have no concept of what a personal violation like rape does to a woman. I was totally devastated by the thought. It was an all-consuming emotional tidal. Delighting in how she felt against me.“Mmm....daddy liked that didn't he?”Panting, all I could say was yes.I finished, extracting myself from her to collapse on the bed next to her. She rolled over me kissing me enthusiastically.“I didn't know if you'd do that or not.”Slowly catching my breath, “I wasn't sure either. I didn't want to hurt you.”“You are so sweet, I was ready. I thought maybe you'd slap my ass and yell giddie up,” She giggled.“Oh? No, I don't do that.”“Well, you can slap my ass.