..," She showed me, one by one, a ridingcrop, a leather paddle, and a cat-o-nine tails. She placed them on theleather chair behind me and then applied...some bright red lipstick to mylips."Here's the deal..." Sarah said, swishing a few practice strokes of theriding crop in the air, "We figure that Nicola is the kind of girl wholoves a hard cock in her mouth. She loves it. We want you to convince usthat's true - we want a perfect performance. If at any stage we don'tbelieve that you're enjoying. For the nextfew months, anytime someone rubs the lamp, I get jerked away fromwhatever I was doing and have to go grant a wish. Actually, I write screenplays for a living. I happen to be dating a woman whose name youwould recognize if I was crass enough to brag about my dates. She's asuccessful actress. But really, I do have a time problem here, can wehurry up?" Fred was tapping his foot on the floor."What bet did you lose?" James asked."The Super Bowl." Fred told him.James snorted, "You took. .." Except who?" An old girl-friend of mine. Michelle she was called. I told her when she started getting serious." And?" She left me. Walked out. I've not seen her since." And you've never been out en femme?" Never. Although once I decided to go to a fancy dress party as a St Trinian's girl. I got dressed up. White blouse, blazer, school tie, little pleated skirt, stockings, suspenders, hair in plaits and ribbons. Then I didn't go." Why not?" I hadn't got the bottle. I think I thought I looked. Finally, I interrupted them with, "Roger, since we're reading her mind, have you ever wondered about your daughter's sex life?" Eee-e-e-k! Don't you dare!" she cried out loud, covering her face with her hands."Jessica!" I said firmly, trying not to laugh at my tease as I waited for her to quit her wailing. "Listen to me!"She stopped her whining, but wouldn't look up."Jess, honey. You're acting like a small child. Stop that and look at Michael. He's trying to explain something to you, and I.