" I'm sure if I asked him to, he would be happy to lead you in a 'shag' or something. He tried teaching me some ancient dance from the 1940's called a...'Lindy-Hop' and I can't manage it at all!" Kitty laughed."That would be nice," Jacqi smiled, watching me return with our drinks.Introductions were made, and soon I was leading Jacqi out onto the dance-floor as the horns from a new band started playing one of my favorite songs; 'Swing Angel' by the Benny Goodman Orchestra.Jacqi told me that she. I stood and began to slowly remove my own clothing, hoping I could last long enough to torture her as she had me, but that didn’t happen.“God! Don’t take your damn time, David… Hurry the fuck up!” She said in a demanding voice. “Please. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”I was about to force myself to make her wait, but the anticipation of fucking her was killing me. So I quickly stripped out of my clothes and rushed over to her, lifted her up from the cool rushing water and held her in. Her husband discovered her infidelities, and both to punish her and ensure her loyalty enacted a terrible rite, destroying the princess as she existed and remaking her into a pure Djinn of Lust. Now she would serve a single master all his days, obeying his every desire and being capable of any wish that involved lust or desire, then consigning her to a lamp after her master's death until the next time she was found and released.What her former husband and new master didn't realize was how. Her parents spoke a little English, but I knew that most of the conversation would end up being in Cantonese. I always felt like a bit of an outsider to Sarah’s family; I remember when we first told them that Sarah and I were going to be married it took them some time for them to get used to the idea. Consequently, they were always polite to me, but in an almost formal, detached way, lacking any visible outward sign of warmth. Again, I put this down to culture and tended to just accept that.