Thedamn medallion had taken its price again."Gave me what I lusted for," Troy gasped, realizing exactly what theprice was. What that freaky old guy in...the bath robe had actually meantby that. "DAMN!"With a few more curses Troy quickly started cleaning himself off withpaper towels and started getting dressed again. The woman looked somewhatembarrassed as she slowly stood up and started getting dressed as well,looking just a little confused as she obviously wondered what the hellshe'd just done. “What?” I inquired. “This is going to sound really weird or pathetic, possibly both…” “Come on what is it?” “I’m feeling really low right now, and to be honest, I can’t cope being on my own, for even one second… So could I come into the bathroom with you, and chat while you’re in the shower?” she asked. “Uh, ummmmm,” I was taken back by her question; how would my fiancée react if she knew Vicky watched me shower? But then I thought, well I can make sure she won’t see anything; I suppose it. " I bet you got all your ideas about genies from movies, right? Negative stereotypes, all of them. We don't all pop out of our lamps and sing our Masters' praises. We don't all spend 10,000 years locked away. We don't all burst into spontaneous musical numbers, unless we get really drunk. My last Master was a soldier who found me at the end of World War II! I served him for nearly 60 years, and before that I served a lovely German lady. Before her I was with an English lady, and before that an. She slowly crouched down in front of me and rested on her knees in front of me. I was already erect, and she licked the tip of my cock slowly, a drip of precum leaving a trail of sticky goo from my cock to her tongue as she rocked back slowly then wet her hand with her own saliva taking me fully in her grasp. Her saliva felt like liquid gold lubricant as she slowly stroked me, taking my breath away in short gasps. Her hand was soon followed by her wet, warm mouth wrapping itself around my.