Almost a year later, while my husband was out of town Jimmy and Nikki invited me over to hang out. They knew my husband was going to be gone for almos... a month, and it was Nikki’s birthday during that time. So, I drove out there and stayed with them for an extended weekend. On Friday we celebrated her birthday at a restaurant with friends, and I asked what we were going to do tomorrow, she just said “whatever it is I will have my ID on me that is for sure.” It didn’t even dawn on me until Jimmy. You wonder how much of the hold is devoted to this man's beer.You start to correct him, but have come to take the term as a nickname more than a title. Though it does slightly sting. You're a mere grad student, not a doctor. The researcher in charge is back on land, along with the rest of the (all-female) graduate team. The dirty old fart could've at least spared one of the girls to accompany you. Fuck, the old man would probably die if one of them even just flashed her tits at him."Yeah," you. Or I would sit in a chair, like it was athrone, and order him to smear his pretty lipstick by licking my vagina.He sometimes resisted (a little), but a simple "because I said so" endedhis feeble protests.One day, I took it up a notch. If you're going to wear liipstick like agirl, I told him, you should also wear some lingerie. Just in thehouse, I assured him (for now, but he didn't know that yet). I went outthe next day and bought him a bra and garter set -- in red, of course.I also. She felt extremely vulnerable and safe in his strong arms.Randy lay her on the bed. He pushed her legs back by the ankles and knelt down to eat her out.Brooklyn showed her appreciation by moaning and grabbing his block-shaped head.He climbed atop her. He held her by the underside of her knees.Brooklyn stared into her lover’s hazel eyes. “I want to feel all of you on top of me,” she whined.“Yes, little girl.”Randy leaned down. His massive weight lovingly crushing her tender, twiggy body.“Fuck.