“I am Jeanine, a genie or some might call me a djinn from old times. The lamp is an ancient artifact that allows me to appear and give you what you ...esire most. I will grant you wishes, pleasure, company and even power… but you must obey the laws.” She looked at Mark expectantly, waiting for his response. He nodded his consent. She smiled at him. “The six laws restricting my power are as such. Firstly, I cannot kill another man nor raise him from the grave. It… well it doesn’t turn out well for. So good. So right.This is what I like, I tell myself.“Please,” she says, bargaining now, “You can have my mouth, or my pussy, whatever you want.”I chuckle and say sarcastically, “Both lovely offers, to be sure, but tonight, tonight, neither of those are the holes that I want.”She’s whimpering now and my hard-on is raging and needs urgent attention, so I prepare her and work my way in quickly.“Bad girl,” I say accusingly.“No, please, don’t say that.” She says softly, her eyes, darkly reflecting. Tongues were all out and we were getting a good feel of each other. The gentle moans of kissing is such a turn on!She then pushed me back and said "I remember what you said last time". She pulled out a chair in the middle of the lounge and pushed me on there and started to undress me.She pulled me tshirt over my head and kissed me all over my chest then went straight for the belt and whipped it off. My jeans were completely off and before I even knew it she had my bulging cock in her. And if the woman is one of those feminist, man-haters, she might just slap you and call you a sex-crazy idiot. And the conductor might even direct the driver to take the bus to the nearest police-station. And, who knows, you might just find a place in one of the columns of some local newspaper. Well, despite such narrow-minded outlook, sexual encounters do take place in plenty. So much so that, some people travel in a crowded bus just to get such encounters. And this applies to both men and.