Horrified, she tried to scream again but still no sound came out. She was afraid that she was going to hit the window, but when she reached it, she we...t right through it. It felt like walking through spider webs. Now outside, floating out of her second story window, she was even more terrified. For a split second, she was embarrassed that her neighbors would see her in her panties, but she didn't think about it for very long. Mia was now 20 feet from the ground and rising fast. The light was. He was so shy and reserved, and he looked at her like she was special. She'd caught him staring at her several times over the years. And the looks he gave her were so different from the lust filled glances most men gave her. Men had always looked at her but their attention made her feel like piece of meat, or something to be owned and displayed. Most gave her the impression that they just wanted to fuck her and that was it. Preston's eyes told a completely different story. She saw permanence,. He pullsout his angry, drooling, bone-hard dick and starts to rub it all over mywell-switched, blazing ass. I wince as his lube-slick dong grinds against mytortured assflesh. Fr. Joe is again chanting in Latin as he humps myred-striped buns harder. Groaning loudly, Fr. Joe's hairy old balls explode,and his huge load of priestly spooge sprays all over my sore, flaming rear. Ihear him grunting as his cock continues to whitewash my well-switchedcorporate ass. I feel my own balls about to. The three-wish gambit is an elaborate game. The wishes can be misinterpreted if that is possible and the outcome can be far from the intention of the wisher.’ ‘Yes. I know that the three wishes usually go wrong, disastrously wrong. I want to avoid that and I need your help to criticise any possible choices I might make. You often save me from errors at work, Hermione. I appreciate that. You defend me from angry customers, remind me of tasks that must be done, deadlines that must be met. I.