. ."Blonde," the genie barked suddenly. "You commanded me to make you blonde."The suddenness of the words made Nick lose his train of thought. He gigg...ed, thinking of a tiny train rolling around in his head. "Choo choooo!" he said in his best train imitation. He laughed. It was silly.The genie patted him on the head and Nick looked up. The genie looked very happy. "Good girl," he crooned. "You make such a pretty blonde."Nick arched his back and lifted his face to smile at the genie. He knew it. “My dear Miss Loveridge may I assure you that I have no such thoughts,” I replied.“Not even slightly?” she asked.“Absolutely not, I am not after anyone for their fortune,” I declared, “I want a wife to copulate with freely and joyously not some cold hearted title hunter, no mater how extensive her wealth.”“So would you care to lay with me?” she asked, “I shall not consent to marriage unless you can guarantee a good rogering when I desire it.”“I have had no complaints,” I replied, “Though I own. Then the spot boy came in, turned me over, cleaned me up with a damp towel, and gave me a drink. I felt better after that, and distinctly horny. The spot boy grinned at me and pushed his cock into my mouth and his tongue into my cunt. He fucked me rapidly, taking me twice before he was done, coming explosively in my slit.“Enough.”I looked up with dull eyes. Kamal was moving towards me, concern on his face.“Are you all right?” he asked. “Was it too much?”I shook my head. “Yes . No . I don’t know. Guys would make fun of her and get her drunk. She was the frat whore and used to pass out on the floor and wake up with hardened cum on her face and be a generally filthy slut. I kinda got to be friends with her and hung out just talking. She'd talk about being such a slut and how nice I always was to her. She didn't play games like other chicks and was actually my friend. I never went out with her but the guys thought I was getting it from her even though they were all fucking her and getting.