A large screen television dominated one wall and what my mother called Edwardian furniture was spread around it. Large leather settees with wooden fit...ings matched the dark wood sideboard and bookcases.Kirsty grabbed the TV controller off the coffee table, "MTV, do you?"I nodded and she pressed a couple of buttons and tossed the controller back onto the table where it clattered and slid to a stop before falling off the far edge."Do you want a drink?" she asked."Not at the moment," I replied and. The few who had previously thought to probe the djinn's capabilities had usually focused on circumventing his few inabilities- usually, Ash'Aileth's inability to take a human life. He COULD produce vast, hideously-armed armies for his Master (and had tragically, done so, when ordered) but this Master Woodard had no interest in killing off his fellow men. Unlike the greedy, sadistic musings the older and pudgier man was entertaining, Ash'Aileth thought. The Master was wise, and quick of wit-. This time, it was different. It wasn’t my finger in my mouth that I was sucking greedily on, it was his tongue. The tongue that had just brought me to orgasm almost effortlessly. I savored the taste, as if my body had been waiting for him to awaken my desires for years. For a moment, I felt guilt. Guilt over coming to orgasm imagining another man touching me. I looked over to my husband, still sleeping soundly. I rolled over on my side and brushed my hand over his arm. No reaction. I leaned. Her moans grew and so did my thrusts in the missionary position.I was nearing cum, so asked her to change positions. She went doggy style with her hands and the bed railing with one hand on her boobs and the other holding her hair. I grabbed her hand and started to thrust harder. Her moans grew more and so did I to cum.I gave in all I had and she had her orgasm, her pussy was literally milking me. I could feel her inner walls expanding and contracting during her orgasm. I couldn’t hold anymore.