I need to have orgasms. Is that what you want me to say? It's true. I need to be fucked, and I'm frustrated every day that doesn't happen. I'd like no...hing more than to have regular, daily sex with someone. Not like in this place, but actual sex, where I get to climax. Is that what you want to hear?" She squirmed around uncomfortably in the rubber outfit, suddenly feeling an urge to just run away to somewhere private and cry to herself. She tried to ignore the unwanted emotion.The man grinned.. Your computer occasionally clicks with a brief staccato when you tap the keys with quick fingers. You are seated off to the side, bare feet poking out of jeans, doing whatever it is you do. I don't ask; the companionable silence is enough for me. In any case, I have my own tasks I am doing. From time to time I see you glance my way with a slightly bemused look on your face, as you watch me over your slowly emptying coffee cup. Upon spying that look, I break off self-consciously, no longer half. “What is he doing?” Rina asked. Mia threw her shorts to the ground and went to slap the Genie, trampling Rina along the way.“You’re too late,” smiled the Genie as he rubbed his fiery cheek. “Rina and the necklace are now one. It cannot be removed. Oh, and you should find a better hiding place for your magic books in future.”“Is that how you removed it?” Mia asked, her expression sinking with realisation.“I’m free now,” said the Genie as he breezed towards the exit, “that’s all that. He reached out in to opening companies to hold motivational speaking seminars, opened up Adonis Gym one by one (heavily appealed in his books), he even started opening night clubs with lewd names such as Club Nailed, Club Eros, and even as far as Club Fuzzy Cuffs all to incorporate the image of the ideal sex image life style obtained by going through his brand. His company boomed spawning many smaller companies and ventures out of it. Forbes magazine, GQ, Wall Street Journal all foamed at the.