It was a bit dirty from sitting on the vendor's table outsidefor hours, so Raymond got an old rag and started to rub some of the dirtoff. As he did th... bottle began to shake and smoke started to pour out ofthe top. Soon the smoke began to solidify into the form of a man. He lookedlike Mr. Clean with hair. "Who are you?" "I am Ali Ben Nozzi of the Mauve Djinn. " "The Mauve Djinn?" "Cool color huh? The chicks dig it. And I can sense that you dig chicks,but they don't dig you." "Yeah,. Licking up the load I put in there. No more fucking pussy for you cucky boy. Not with that little clit down there. That's what you have is a clit. Not a cock. Not a dick...just a little clit," Steve teased.I heard Laurie giggle at his chiding. "Laurie might even lick that little clit of yours from time to time or play with it but you can't fuck with a clit. Just rub it a little," he taunted.Steve moved between her legs kneeling on the floor, his cock inches from her hole. "Kiss it boy. Kiss. He remembered vividly the sight of his erect cock sliding slowly to and fro below that exquisite little Mohawk of soft, dark fur. Jack imagined that even as the lovely young lady stood there before him, she was probably spotting her panties a little, and that made him smile with a sense of pride and fulfilment."Hello, Emily," Jack said politely when he caught her eye. "How did your visit to Dr. Greeley go, sweetheart?"Perhaps it was Jack's unexpected use of a term of endearment, or maybe it was. "Over there," Francis said,pointing.. Residing in shadows, and appearing to be made from a solid piece of oak, wasa well-crafted desk. Hewn of thick timbers, it stood in quiet contrast to therest of the room's decadent furnishings. From beneath the desk's top piece couldbe seen the vague outline of a woman's lower half. Appearing to be a decorativecarving, her bottom jutted out from the desk and her legs spread wide, seamlesslydisappearing into the heavy desk."I thought she was a carving,"Mia.