I replied with "I dare you to grab my cock". She hesitated a little bit and looked over to Sara and Mary, but after a few looks back and forth she sa...d, "okay". She came over to my chair and got down on her knees. She put her small hand around the base of my cock and squeezed. Then she started stoking up and down which almost made me cum immediately, since I was sitting there with a rock hard boner for a half an hour. But I had to hold back, I didn't want to blow my chances too early. She. If you're getting too rough for her, back off a little. Oooohh, yeah, suck those titties."She let him enjoy her tits for several minutes, then she gently pulled him forwards and kissed him again. When she broke the kiss, she said, "Time to take your clothes off." He nodded and did so while she finished removing hers. He stared at her body, which was lean and athletic, with curves in all the right places. His cock was of course as hard as could be. It wasn't overly large, more average size. And the person who first cleans the lamp invokes its power -- the power of Ovyah, the Djinn of Lust.That's me -- but don't worry. I don't narrate this whole story. I'm just the reason for it.In my original land I had been a princess, sold in a political marriage by a political father. Hungry for passion but married to a lifeless fool, I tarried with little regard as to whether I might be caught. It was a surprise when my husband actually cared. It was shocking when he decided to curse me -- if. My skirt? I looked at myself. I was wearing a plain skirt that fell to my ankles. My bare feet peeped from under the hem and I curled my toes into the grass. I had on a loose blouse of some material that looked like linen, but like the skirt, felt like silk. I touched the ringlets of my hair that tumbled down over my shoulders. I felt like I could not stand still. I lifted my arms and danced around. I sobered for a moment. Or rather, I tried. Even as I asked the question foremost in my mind, a.