When she told me she fantasized about being manhandled, my dominant nature took over."I'm not wasting my time on a boy in lingerie," I texted. "When ... arrive I expect you fully dressed. Feminine. A good girl who is sissy and willing to please. Hair styled and wearing makeup."She protested and said she only owned lingerie. I told her to go shopping or borrow her girlfriend's things or she could keep having sex with toys alone."Yes, sir," she responded."Don't disappoint me," I told her. . However, it was also the non-Witch thing to do.Wendy had busted her butt in the service of her Mistress. She had scrubbed the walls, scrubbed the floors, scrubbed the clothing, scrubbed the dirty pots and pans. Basically, her magical training had consisted of 99% slave labor. Could she be blamed, now, for not wanting to do that kind of crap? She would, naturally, if it was needed. But, Polly was cooking, the wood was collected... ... and, well, she did need to get some reading in while there. I was now on his discretion. He asked me to sit on bed and slowly he touched my body and then increased his speed . He was pressing my boobs by his index & middle finger my body arched a little I was getting excited but he was not able to watch my belly as I was wearing a gown so he went further towards my boobs & started giving little strokes to the bottom of my boobs by his both hands above the gown he was feeling my bra stripes then he went little further & hold my left boob in his palm I. "Yes, you're Brandi," the genie sounded a little short-tempered. I feltbad. I didn't mean to make her angry. "And Brandi, what do you do for aliving?" Um. I'm a dancer!" I gave a little jump and clapped my hands."Yes. You're a dancer. You're very successful and well paid. And youhave exactly the skills and intelligence appropriate for that job." Oh. I get it!" I didn't get it. "Wow. This place is really cool!" Ilooked out the window of the hotel, at the beach and the palm trees,.