He kissed her lips and then nibbled hungrily down to her ears and neck. He picked her up, walked into the bedroom and laid her down on the satin beds...read of the king-sized bed. He paused then and slipped his suit coat off. ‘Wait, Frank, let me please?’ Rita sat up and slipped her fingers into the collar at the top of the clerical shirt he was wearing. Very carefully she slipped it out and then flung it over onto the bureau. ‘I have always liked you better without the damned collar!’ He. They both nodded again. “Yes, milk and two sugars please,” they both said in unison.Sean caught her eye, and she paused. “I’ll set the DVD up to start as soon as you come back ... Can you bring that A4 notepad with you, and a couple of pens, please Lisa.”“Yes, of course.”She chuckled softly at the thought of these tough looking soldiers and their sweet tooth. She walked back to the kitchen, and finished making the drinks, listening to the quietly gruff tones of the men as she pottered around. ‘Penny for your thoughts, luv,’ she murmured. That was something else to get used to: being a husband again. A glance downward at her swelling waist foretells another new role in the near future: father. ‘Just trying to take everything in, sweetheart,’ I reply. ‘A lot of new things to get used to, it’s like I’m an entirely different person now.’ ‘No, you aren’t,’ she says with a smirk. ‘You’re just discovering new sides of you. Which are just as lovely as the part I’ve grown to love already.’. And that was when I knew I was in trouble.I say I knew I was in trouble. And in one sense that's true. I knew that having three naked girls in my bed, sucking my dick, was farther than I think anybody had ever intended things to go.But in another sense I was just like that frog they talk about, which has been put in a pot of water on the stove. If the temperature is raised in small increments, that frog doesn't realize he's cooking until it's too late.I thought I was still in control of things..