I wasn't paying attention when Sam put her arms around me and said, "Let's play like in the movies, Cookie. I'll be Marilyn Monroe and you be Sterling...Hayden." I didn't have to be asked twice. She had the script. All I had to do was follow along. She had her mouth on mine and her tongue playing with my tonsils. She said, "I know a secret place downstairs," and she took my hand. I followed willingly. There wasn't much talk about music or movies at that point. In fact, there wasn't any talking. "You want a beer?" Warren said."Love one," Ryan replied. Warren went out and got them each one. They settled in with the Bruins playing on the TV."That was a mighty generous thing you did," Warren said."Ah," Ryan said, "I did know this was coming. I was just waiting for the right time to tell Jess it was all right. I could tell she missed it. It's gotten worse since she's gotten pregnant." Wait until Sophie gets pregnant again, then it'll really be bad. Jess has a lactation fetish."Ryan. “It will be Martin's and my honeymoon,” Jen smiled.Martin returned and Jen told him that she had told me about him coming on honeymoon with us and he smiled.“She is my bride,” Martin smiled and I agreed.“You know that being in a cuck marriage doesn’t just mean that she can fuck whoever she likes,” Martin said softly, “it also means that you experience a lot of humiliation and denial.”“I know,” I replied.“Tonight, you will get both, humiliation and denial,” Martin said in a dominant tone.“I. Darkness covering her movements. A long, black leather coat covering her body. Black boots sticking out just below the coat. Dark hair framing her Indian looking features, the high cut cheekbones, the dark eyes, aquiline nose.She neared his bed and stopped as he lay in a deep sleep. She reached out to touch his forehead, brushing back the locks of sandy-colored hair from his forehead. She then bent to touch her lips to his. He roused slightly, moaning something she couldn't quite catch.Running.