"Amy, you look gorgeous," said Veronica. "I hear you have been having aball getting pampered. I would like you to meet Natasha." Pleased to meet you,"...said Alan holding out his perfectly manicuredhand."Natasha is a personal shopper who I have arranged for your big day." Wonderful," said Alan, not sure what this would mean.Looking Amy over Natasha replied "we are going to have fun today I cansee, so much better working with a gorgeous product."Veronica then took Amy aside and whispered, "I have. She began to tremble."Are-are you going to rape me?" tsk, tsk, tsk, Rape is such a negative word. So full of bad images." The hand squeezed her breast gently before he removed it. "But yes. I will be having sex with you. I hope you will be open minded enough to relax and at least try to enjoy it."The hand was back. On her cheek, sliding down her neck, between her breasts to rest on her stomach. Making slow lazy circles, caressing her. It was sexual but it wasn't, and despite her fear she felt. Just the way I like it, I was going to enjoy fucking that. I landed a playful slap on his arse."Nice," I giggled, "We are going to have some fun." Oh yeah, baby, we're going to have plenty of fun," he said, turning back around, "How about you get down on your knees and wrap that pretty mouth around this," he began to wave his semi-erect cock in my direction."I think I've got a better idea," I said, as I unzipped my short, pleated skirt and let it fall to the floor.Underneath, my black satin. Kay's parents, you guys, William and Mary have all been telling us we're a couple and we've always denied it. I can say in my case, it was because I was afraid, I think. In Kay's case, she didn't know what she was feeling, or at least she didn't recognize the feeling. At least that's what she said." That's a smart place to start then, because you really have some things to get straight. Most people don't live together for the better part of a year and THEN say they're in love. Usually it works.