"The dining room is too formal," Diana continued. "We want to be a family, and with all of us for three meals a day, it's a lot easier to serve in her... than taking the food into the dining room. The kitchen is certainly big enough to just put in a larger table." We could always hire a crew..." Frank tried again."No!" a number of voices responded.Margaret hugged her embarrassed lover, now fiancé, and laughed, "He's used to waving a hand and having people jump." I am not," Frank complained. "It's. "Apparently, you do," she said to her reflection, shattering the silence.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She didn't even understand why she was nervous, this was her husband, after all, the man she had vowed to spend her life with, the man she loved. But as she opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror she was reminded that she might not be the same woman he had married. The woman looking back from the mirror at her was oozing sex appeal, from her. It hurt so good, and her pleasure soared.“Tell me you love it,” he demanded.“I love... Your big... Fucking cock... In my ass!” she screamed, the words vanishing in gasps with every thrust of his cock.He pounded her mercilessly, making her breasts bounce every which way. The discomfort couldn’t compete with what was swelling inside her, though. She looked up at him, and saw his face growing red. His teeth were clenched, and his breaths hissed through them.“Oh! Oh! Gonna... Gonna... Gonna come!”. She was a complex person, he realised once more. 'I wonder if I'll ever really know her?'By the time Anne showed up an hour later, Stan had done as he'd been told. The only thing not yet organised was the food, as he wasn't sure what Anne would like. But the room was softly lit by several candles and by the glowing fake coals of his gas fire. He was showered and changed, had a number of films ready for Anne to choose from, and a nice Muscadet in the fridge with glasses ready.Anne opened the.