Natalie felt almost lulled by her overwhelmingly powerful new husband’s articulate basso profundo voice, so matter-of-factly describing what promised to be the worst ordeal of her young life. She was astounded by how comforting it seemed to a traitorous part of her personality that seemed to want nothing more than to be completely subjected to the whims and desires of this gorgeous man. And that section of her personality apparently had a main-line attachment to the equally treacherous organ between her legs. That place was signaling its approval in the only language it spoke, which was to gush with the moisture that would enthusiastically welcome his enormous c**k should it choose to bless her with its company. The rebellious part of her brain was in full alarm, demanding that she fight,
