It is sometimes incredibly hard to reconcile the wisdom of the ages with modern attitudes, Mistress." I suspect that has been true for as long as you'...e been around, Jawad." Not to the extent it is at the present time, Mistress." Well, you should know. So, good Genie, if I were to ask you to make me a beautiful woman would you be able to do it?" That would be possible, Mistress." Do I detect a bit of reluctance in your voice, Jawad?" I fear you do, Mistress." Would you please explain? I want to. I was wearing just my pink dressing gown and white panties with pink fluffy flip flop slippers and her hair dressing cape still round my shoulders. She took several photos of the bush. I bent down to smell the blossoms and the cape slipped off my shoulders, I made a grab for it and my dressing gown fell open and she took a couple of shots of my breasts and me struggling to regain composure. We fell about laughing and went back to the house to refresh our gins. She was saying how beautiful I was. Well, she'd keep her wits about her here. Not trust everything instantly. Goddess their host might be, but that did not make her "good". It just made her ... someone you didn't want to anger. Much like Dad, then. She had protected Zak from him, she'd protect him from the Lady as well, if needed."So," she asked, putting down the glass of some sort of orange drink, "what's the plan for the day?" Zak looked at her, grinning."Tom says we're going to explore!"The way he said his name ... disturbed. I pushed her skirt up a little more. From underneath I caught a glimpse of wispy white lace and leaned forward. Moving my mouth to her inner thigh, just above her knee, I allowed my tongue to slide out from between my lips and drift upwards, leaving a warm, wet streak on her skin. My lips began to kiss and brush against the soft skin of her inner thigh. As my head moved a little higher, I became aware that Sophie was opening her legs wider. Her skirt tightened again against her thighs. Once.