.." "Easy Joe, you'll hurt yourself, I'm a Genie, just like on the TV show. I am here to grant you a wish," she explained. "But I didn't find a bottle...or rub a lamp and how did you get in my mirror" "Well, I'm a Genie, that's how I got in your mirror and I was sent by the woman you helped last month. Remember stopping and changing the tire for an elderly woman on that rainy day? She offered to pay you and you refused?" the Genie asked. "Yeah, I remember. I couldn't take her money, she was too. The rhythmic push and pull of the machine is replaced by an aggressive thrusting. The machine treated my hole as sacred, now it sees me for who I really am, a slut begging to be satisfied. I move closer to my orgasm, but I still cannot make it happen. It is edging me. Perhaps unknowingly, it is at the perfect speed to not allow me to cum. I moan loudly, but I am frustrated. I want it to let me cum. I want it to just take me and make me shake in my restraints. I want to squirt so hard that all. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and renewal of the three of us, then made me a long distance contributor in a most. They nodded there head after awhile and he sent them up to bed.I tired to get up and he pulled me down. "Hold up I gotta talk to ya about something"I sat back down and waited for him to speak. He was talking his time so leant back in the chair and waited for what seemed like forever. He made take all the plates and put them in the sink and told me to meet him in his room.----------------"Yes daddy" I said standing in the doorway of his room. He was sitting at the computer desk. That's when he.