“I hope everything is to your satisfaction, so far.” “Good evening, um, arrr, Marcus.” I could see Michelle was frantically trying to collect ...er thoughts. “Yes, everything is fine. No! Not fine…I mean, wonderful.” “Excellent. And you must be her husband. I did not get to speak to you the last time you were guests here.” “Yes!” Michelle interjected immediately. Her foot tapped my ankle under the table suggesting I pay attention and play along. “Yes, this is my husband…” “Nice to meet you, um,. I picked up the phone and called Joyce.“I got the package of papers on Friday, signed them, and sent them to you,” she said after we’d greeted each other.“Cool. How’s your grandfather doing?” I asked.“Good. He’s stubborn, as I’m sure that you can imagine, but my grandmother is even more stubborn. I think you know how we Italian women are!”“Oh, I most certainly do!” I laughed.We chatted for a few minutes, and after I hung up, I wrote out the checks for the bills and put them in the pile of. "Honk, honk!" I joked, lightening the sombre mood that Sally's agonising quest had created. "Oh, don't," laughed Sally, "this is hard enough as it is."I bucked my hips slightly to move my cock into her. "Bastard," Sally grimaced and pushed herself up and slapped my balls in retaliation. She hit me dead centre, and it was my turn to writhe, my body jerking in pain."Keep still!" begged Sally, as the smallest movement of my cock hurt her.My hands went under her bra and took hold of her hard. I was hungry enough to try foods I would notnormally look at and liked them more than I would have thought possible.After the food came the entertainment, which was like being at a circus. There were jugglers, acrobats and flame swallowers. There was a a bardmaking music and a jester telling jokes.The highlight of the night was Olorin. He put on a magic show that wouldhave done Gandolf proud.The cynic in me wondered how much was actual magic and how much wasshowmanship, but regardless, it was.