Looking around, Jean notices that she's smack-dab in the middle of a mall intersection, lines of human stores going down long stretches on all four si...es of her. A few humans are looking at her, talking to each other and making gestures towards her, but others just walk on by, as if it's normal to have a bright blue-skinned djinn in purple harem clothing at (according to the skylight above Jean) midday.Speaking of attire, Jean takes note of her apparel, because, believe it or not, they too can. It’s prepaid; call and ask for Marcel. I won’t be able to observe you this time, so I’ll need you to tell me how it went. I include an email address at the end; it’s a proxy which will forward your message to my actual email address. I’m not ready to reveal my true identity yet.”Marcel is a French name. Of a man. I’ve had a massage before, when Sebastian and I went on a cruise, but the masseuse was a woman. I could see where this was headed, and I was not comfortable with it. I’ve never. When he saw Anet in but a second he was captivated by her looks and that was that. Later, finding that she has a boyfriend, moreover one of the prominent figures in the competition, he chose to act reasonably and forget her. Whatever she had in his eyes that others, more beautiful did not, was indeed rare, but with plenty fish in the sea, not unattainable.“He died and I got my chance, hahaha!” A bit of misery could be heard in his voice. Initially his attraction spawned from her external. I leaned forward and gently bit her neck, sending her to another powerful release. She stopped her movements and stood up turning around to face me. I looked down her body to see little streams of her cum escaping her pussy and running down her thigh. She noticed me starring at it and quickly wiped it up with her finger. Without saying a word she pressed it to my lips and I opened my mouth sucking in her finger that was covered in her juices. She tasted so amazing that I wanted as much of her.