I was losingcontrol and had no other outlet. After a few very painful rips, andmore crying, I felt man hands on my hips. I felt kind of squeamishabout...the way he touched me. I felt gay, unnatural. I can still feelthe tingle I felt when he pushed his crotch up to my ass and I felt hispubes rubbing up against me. He was so manly. I was scared to death. Ofcourse I knew where we were heading, but I was really scared. Had Igone too far? Can I turn back after this? I knew I was going to getfucked and. But what at so many junctures froze me rigid with fear was thinking about the long game. Thinking about where all of this was leading. Jill’s relationship with Chris had lasted just less than six months, had involved only him, and had nearly cost me my marriage. Yet here we were, just two-and-a-half months into Jill’s relationship with Malcolm and I’d heard her proudly declare to Luther and Dee that she loved Malcolm and she was so into her new strip club black-on-white lifestyle that she’d. I could feel the pre-cum building up in my panties. Just then, the head of my cock popped free of their tight panty cage, and was engulfed in the gown. By grinding against the gown, and my stocking clad leg, I was in lingerie heaven.After a few more humps, I felt my balls boiling, and I unloaded wads and wads of hot cum into the gown. I was so turned on, I just kept pumping. I could feel my cum pooling around my thighs and absorbing into my panties. It was such an intense orgasm, I was light. " "Your sister is punishing you?" "That makes sense," Roger said. "No!" 'Major Nelson' chuckled at the silly idea. "Genies can't turn *mortals* into genies. Only mortals!" "What about Hadji?" Roger asked. "Roger!!" 'Jeannie' said. "Hadji is a special genie. He's the Great Eunuch charged with being the representative of mortals." "Jeannie!!" "Eunuch?" Roger said, blanching at the thought. "What about your sister: Jeannie?!!" "He's not Jeannie. You're Jeannie," Roger said a little distractedly to.