Why a mark? Because everyone is always talking about putting their mark on something. Logical thinking, don’t you think? I was quite pleased with my...elf when I decided that. After all I prided myself on being logical about things. I don’t usually brag about being logical but on this I felt pretty good. Mind you if I would have bragged to the wife I’m sure she would have said something about my logic being weird. Then again what would a woman know about things like that. Oops, don’t tell the. " "I want to pull them down!" Barbara cried. "I want them off... now!" That isn't in the agreement." The Wizard grinned wickedly. "What agreement?" Barbara shook in pleasure. "I didn't sign anything yet." Your agreement was with the genie you had freed for one wish granted." The wizard chucked again as she noticed how surreal and fake looking her legs suddenly looked through the hose. "I'm not in need of any new mannequins, but I know the new video store would like a mannequin to display their. His words echoing inside her head. He had commanded, she would obey, had to obey, needed to obey.They had talked for weeks, months even if she counted their first meetings in the chat-room, she counted them, she counted everything. Slowly they grew together, little by little every chat, every message drew them closer. He took his time, held her back from rushing, forced her to let their relationship develop, forced her to put friendship before need, trust before lust. He was everything she. We arrived just after 9 and there were already 2 other couples at the party and about half a dozen single men. Dianne is a bit of a chatterbox and soon she was chatting away with several of the guys. It never ceases to amaze me how at ease she is with a group of men who she knows are looking at her breasts, legs and arse at any chance they get and are all hoping to fuck her. As we chatted another couple arrived along with about 10 more single men and the party entered its small talk.