I can do the party, and you can do the tuxedo, but I will be kneeling at your feet, naked. I can't stand in front of a church in a wedding gown and te...l a hundred people that we are equals." A small smile, then "Unless you fuck my ass in front of the bridesmaids and make me lick you clean and order me to marry you. Then, I can do it..." Her huge grin was back."So ... the wedding is back on?" Yes, Master. The wedding is back on, if you want it. I'll marry you whenever you choose. All you have to. I looked up at her eyes, and she just bit her lip a little, smiled and nodded. I peeled off her panties and there's this cute little landing strip and the rest was perfectly smooth, she obviously waxed instead of shaved, which turned me on even more. After eating her out for a few minutes and her tight little body writhing, she said she wanted to taste me too.So I rolled her over so I was on the bottom. That way she could lower herself onto me while she was free to experiment and get. " That's what was bothering me. Was she serious? Or was it so obviously a joke that she didn't even feel the need to say "just kidding" because it was implied. Over time I became more and more convinced it was the latter. Even the word she used, "whoopee," helped confirm it was a joke. Not seriously anyway. It was a way of sanitizing it; she made a dirty joke without using a dirty word. That was all.But then it happened again. Maybe a week or two had passed and she checked on my status. "Still. .. hate ... fucking ... time travel. The holy grail of science fiction stories and the reality is that it hurts, it feels like some asshole is sanding your skin off and shining a searchlight at your eyes. And when things go wrong, as they inevitably do, they go spectacularly fucking wrong.Our instructions were simple on paper. Take a quick trip back to the Cretaceous-period, because the academics need more information about Velociraptors. The last team they sent back had landed on the flank of.