‘My son is a taxi driver. He can be here in a matter of minutes. Let me call him and see if we can’t get you squared away ok?’ George’s head s...ook as he spoke to his son on the phone. True to his word, a yellow cab appeared within minutes of him hanging up the phone. ‘Ms. Levine, this is my son Junior. Junior this is Ms. Levine and as I explained to you on the phone, she’s in quite the pickle. Please take care of her like you would your momma,’ he said sternly to his son. Lisa and Junior shook. I joked with him, but seriously, that I'd give him the money if he took me in the back office and fucked me. He looked at me with kind of a disgusted look and said very sternly that "I'm not a fag" and that he should kick my ass for even asking him. I kept my cool and retorted back to him that I didn't ask or think that he was a "fag", that I was willing to give him $100 (no pay back) to take me into the office and show me how much of a man he was... Still with the disgusted look on his face,. She could almost feel his strong hands over her breasts, his lips on her neck. She craved to feel his strength take hold of her. “Hi, Severin, I just needed you to review these documents and sign for approval. Do you have a few minutes?” As she spoke she could not help but imagine herself slowly removing every article of clothing he was wearing. Her chest began to feel hotter by the second, her heart beating a little faster. Her clit began to throb with desire. “Yes, certainly. What do we have. I barely speak to him as it is, and we have a tenuous truce with one another. He agreed to treat me as an adult and I agreed to let him live his life. Apparently, you are important to him, and he loves you. So, oh, I don’t know, why don’t you ask him what’s up? I mean, he’s your husband and all.’ ‘You’ve known him your whole life, yet you have no advice for me?’ ‘My advice is to talk.’ At Nichole’s uplifted eyebrows, she shook her head and added, ‘Talk to your damn husband. Now, unless you.