Soon, I felt her luscious mound rest on my lips. Its velvety texture couldn't have been more erotic. "Lick," she encouraged. This time she tugged my p...infully sensitive nipple, harder. I wanted to impress her. I wanted her to feel like she had no choice but to unlock me. So I licked as best as I could. Her flavor was different than the previous woman's. It was slightly bitter, but had an almost elegant and expensive taste. Like she had only ever worn panties laced with gold or something. This. I don’t think I can do this. I’m not entirely comfortable” she said trying to hold back her tears. He just smiled and replied “It’s ok, really it is. It was nice to meet you tho.” He moved to give her a hug but she stepped back. “Ok, I’m sorry this didn’t work out. Um before I leave do you mind if I use your bathroom?” “Yea, go right ahead” she replied. She led him to the bathroom. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.” She stood there for a minute, relieved that the night was almost over. She was. Her smile is free this time and there is something warmer about her here. She hands me a mug of coffee, gesturing to milk and sugar on the tray. "I didn't know how you liked it." Thank you, Eve." Call me Evie if you like. Everyone else does." I see her cheeks heat slightly and she frowns whilst doctoring her own coffee, as if chastising herself for something."Evie… I like it." She sits down and I sit beside her as she sips her coffee and then looks to me again. She hesitates for a moment, as. One could not wish to become immortal. Our family has a tale of one who did ask. That unfortunate soul is bound to her decaying body in a crypt: she cannot escape the prison of her body and only the wish of another may set her free.Every wish comes with a price. Sometimes, the price is nothing more than being polite and asking in an appropriate manner. Other wishes may require a trade of some kind. The Djinn always tells us what the trade is, but it may not be clear at the time and only when.