.. but the problem is togather everything that's needed to do so."Dante rose from her chair. "Leave it to me, Shallam. I have experiencewith that. Jus... tell me what you need and I'll bring the items to youin no time."Shallam smiled. "I'm happy that you're so eager to help. Well, itactually needs just a one thing... the semen of seven different men."Dante blushed. "You... you must be joking!" she said."Not at all," he said. "Of course, it also needs some magic - that's mypart of the job. As for. Since I had no underwear there was a projection in the dhoti. I climbed down and she started sweeping my room. I was walking along with her assisting her and also brushing her boobs at times and brushing my penis against her ass. This happened frequently.She was hesitant now and advised me saying that ” I am like your sister. What you are trying to do is wrong. Please don’t do it. I felt guilty and left the room. I was disappointed and decided to help her genuinely from cleaning next room. When. Assuming the effect was real, how long would it last? How much persuasion was required to get her to cross a line into new behaviour? I had a nasty feeling that the magic might prove as ornery as any other wishes granted in story, but I determined not to ruin my chances by carelessness or haste. I next met her in the corner shop, asked after her sister and herself, and wondered how to check whether my codeword still worked. Staring around the shop, I said ‘apricot’ by itself, as if a reminder. After a few minutes, she hadn't responded in any way; but, then again, she didn't dissuade me in any way, either. I couldn't help but be disappointed, though: maybe I was wrong, after all, and Jen wasn't interested in anything more than our little games. The next day, their door was locked when I arrived with my daughter to drop her off for the morning. Jennifer had to get up from the couch, and answered the door in her usual attire: a thin, not-quite-over-the-midriff t-shirt and thin cotton.