The feather is on the sole of my foot suddenly and I jump. You chuckle in masculine amusement before continuing your erotic torture. Teasing all but m... breasts and aching pussy with the feather, taking your time and delaying each new touch longer than the last. "Please" I moan out. "Please what?" you ask, I tell you've cocked one of your brows and you're smirking slighty. Though it irks me I know you want me to beg, and tell you exactly what I want. "Please touch me everywhere" I manage to get. Everyone told me this was wrong. Oh, but there are stranger things under heaven than I. So many things to be about and much inspired by. Needful, needy, knee-deep and this wreck is going down. Let me out, lover, before we both drown. The things we’ve seen and done unseen are now undone, and yet our story will run and run. It’s a shameful tale of nothing begun, of battles waged but never won, of slander and betrayal in the House of Fun. Can you still tell me what happy is? What is it like to. He made no move, only shook his head, and shrugged, “They won’t see me. Call me, Mike. Only you can see me. For the next twenty-four hours, anyway.”“The next twenty–hours? What are you talking about?” Mystified, disturbed, she flopped down and took a welcome sip from the steaming cup of coffee he had poured.“Mind if I sit across the table from you?” he asked, already moving the chair out. “I have much to explain.”“You certainly have, “ Anna said, her anger strangely dissipated. “Did you remove. ”“I am not.” Aladdin looked at Mike, then back at the djinn. “What would you have me do? Wait a hundred years in the shadows like a rat and then start over? And how do you know that this man hasn’t wished for immortality like myself.”The djinn grinned. “You wished for immortality, and this I granted you, but it came at a cost. It’s one of the few wishes that requires one. This man was not willing to pay the price.”“Interesting.” Aladdin grinned. “Then again, how many would?”“Too many, I wager,”.