It was 8:15. I had about 45 minutes to try on some of Nikki's clothes before she got home.I stripped off my collared shirt and yanked a neon pink bra ...ff of a hanger. I pulled the elastic across my chest. My masculine hands struggled to hook the two clasps behind my back, but I finally got them. I slid the straps up my arms. The cups envelop my breasts, like two soft hands.I took off my shoes, pants and boxers and went back to the hanger for the panties. They're what the catalogs call. I should want to obey her. I basically married her. All the halflings in her crew let the hermaphroditic nixie make love to us.She loved us and cared for us. That was why she never wanted to do anything daring.Not like Fox. My older sister was fearless. But she had been too daring. She had been caught in one of her bold robberies. Watching her hang had broken my heart. She was so small compared to the other criminals around her, all humans. Halflings only had the stature of a human child.I wept. I met him at a bear bar. He was a bit chubby (just my type) and had a t-shirt that said, "It's not a beer belly, it's a fuel tank for a sex machine." When I saw the shirt, my mind immediately started thinking dirty thoughts and I was going to corner him first chance I got, either when he went to the bar or the restroom.Finally, I saw him get up from his table with some friends and followed him to the bar. "Is that true?," I asked. He gave me a blank look and I pointed to his t-shirt and he. I realized it’d been almost a full day since Mr. Miller had raped me in the cornfield, then brought me home to continue fucking. I was starving. Mr. Miller motioned to the sandwich. “Sit down and eat cunt, and listen close while you do.” While I ate Mr. Miller talked. “Now we gots a problem. Come tomorrow morning your paw expects you home. If you go home and tell him what happened, that’s going to be bad.” He looked at me hard. “You tell anyone and I’m going to tell ‘em you’re lying. .