The Bull

There on the bed in front of me was Francine, naked and barely able to control herself. Now, there's nothing strange about that. A woman on the bed waiting for her husband. Except her husband is sitting in the chair in the corner. 

I'm not her husband; I'm the bull that's about to take her as her husband sits there and watches.

I've done this dozens of times before, but for them it's the first time, and a first time I'm going to make sure they never forget.