I like my women intelligent and full of conversation. Nan was both. We talked music, of course, something she loved in all forms, from the classical m...sic she performed to Dixie-land jazz, early rock-and-roll and modern country. She poured forth her thoughts with a passion as only someone who loves an art form can. She also listened to my thoughts on my favorite music and accepted happily my repeated compliments on her skill with her flute.From there the conversation ranged all over. We talked. Oooow! ... Oooowch!” I was pushing off her knee when she added two more. Jumping to my feet I had both hands firmly on my bottom. “Fuck me Mia,” I shrieked, “that was really sore.” I continued to rub rapidly. Mia was mortified. “Sorry Melissa,” she sulked. “I really thought you might like it.” My bum was on fire but as the initial shock and sting began to evaporate I suddenly felt quite sexy. My panties were wet with excitement. “Actually Mia,” I husked, “it sort of is nice.” “Really?” she. ”“Natasha,” she reached out her hand and shook Davy’s. Davy turned to Hafnan. The short Egyptian girl rocked side to side struggling to catch up to the conversation.“I am called Hafnan,” she said after a moment.“Lovely,” Davy shook her hand. “And you’ve met Carlos?”“That explains it somewhat,” Carlos, the Phillipino said, “But I’m sure those two girls were the pretty Tiple--the pretty bad customers they both hated.”“Yeah, and I think I recognized the guy they were with, but it’s dark and his. How may I serve you?" Wow! Why only three wishes?" Jim asked."Do you wish to know the answer to that question, Master?" the genie asked.Jim quickly realized that he could waste his wishes on trivial questions if he was not careful. He would have to consider his wishes and be very careful about the wording or risk wasting them or suffering horrible consequences.Well, his first wish would be easy. He knew what he wanted because it was an obsession that had dominated his life ever since.