Housewife Nicole

Nicki blinked back into reality.

"Hello, Nicki," John said.

"Hubby!" Nicki said in a posh British accent. "What do you desire of me? A sandwich? A foot massage? Or perhaps you would like to sodomize me as you love to do each day?"

"Here," John said. "Put this on."

Nicki changed and John snapped a photo.

That would be the last photo anyone saw of rapper Nicki Minaj, as john erased her from the minds of everyone.

"Now, Nicole," John told his new wife. "While we wait for our daughters, how about you make me a sandwich?"

"Of course," Nicki, now Nicole, daid in her British accent. She made her way to the kitchen. John enjoyed a nice lap dance from Lizzie the **** as he inwardly laughed at the normally foulmouthed rapper now a prissy, refined British housewife. He wondered how well she'd take to one of their daughters being a slutty, outgoing party girl....