" So what should I do?" Try being extra nice to him, and see what he does."I thought about how Mark had acted when I had complimented him on hisskirt....Okay, Dad. Thanks."After supper, I went back upstairs and rubbed the lamp."That was rather quick. Ready for your last wish?" the genie said whenhe appeared.I nodded and said, "I wish that both boys and girls could wear whatevermakes them happy and comfortable, skirts or pants." An excellent wish, mistress. It shall be done, and then I must say. She herself opened the bottle and poured honey into my vaginal slot. And she poured some more honey on her right palm and was about to apply it on to Uncle Dev’s erected cock.“Stop,” roared a female voice as a thunderclap. “I give the right to Anand Vyas the senior. His zeal to have my darshan, I favor.”It was an oracle.We all were stunned and frozen in fear. I jumped up; my pussy to sweat in honey.“But, Mother Goddess, whereby shall I serve this?” Grandpa appealed in a shivering tone. “I’m. I was not close enough to hear what was being said but I just about got the gist of things. Seems that for some reason he had a power over her and was using that to get sexual gratification in return; for he suddenly stepped back and she knelt on the floor before him and he quickly slipped his trousers down around his ankles and she began sucking his cock. I was angry and confused but more than that I was turned on; I decided something had to be done about this and shot away to fetch someone to. Some of the women around his office had been talking up a new place called Priscilla's Parlor. It was supposed to be good -- Southern cooking like Mom used to make. Not Greg's mother, of course. The Hefferdale matrons never handled things like butter and flour; servants did that sort of thing. Greg had been raised with similar values, that was why he was management. He didn't really want to try some new place, especially since it was only the secretaries who seemed most thrilled with it, but.