A spark flashed, burning his finger and an orange-red flame formed in front of his desk, growing to twice the height of a man.“I am Jinni, free to c...me and go, but am duty-bound to grant one wish to the person who unlocks my home.”Ini-Herit stared in fear and amazement. “You cannot be real.”The Jinni growled, flicked a flame from his body and set the papers in the trash bin ablaze.“Time is precious Ini and if you don’t make a wish, my next flame will be directed to you.”Ini-Herit had everything. She stopped immediately, and called out ‘James?’ at first hesitantly, but then more confidently, as there was no one anywhere near us, she called ‘James, were you perving again?’ ‘Maybe.’ I answered back. ‘Well if you don’t come out, then how can I get off? You know I get awfully shy around peeping toms.’ She said sexily. ‘I do know babe, but I just didn’t seem right to stop such a wonderful show, mid-flow.’ She chuckled, and I continued saying ‘I have an idea. Just close your eyes. Or else.’ I. By this time my dick had really become hard and was rubbing and piercing her ass slit horizontally. Now it was difficult to control and went for the final kill. She was trying to avoid this exercise and kept lying down on the floor. I in a sort of motivating her pushed my hands still higher and now I was touching her boob’s bottom and my dick still on her ass told her to try to lift herself up. She tried but as she was uncomfortable she again went down on the ground. As she was going down on. My then discrete cleavage was now an open show for them, and Ben in particular could see most of my boobs, including my hard nipples. I pretended not to notice, and happily sat over my legs, yoga style. While I carelessly raised my legs, I felt sure he took a good look of my beaver. We continued to chat naturally, but Ben did not look at ease, and always stared at me when I changed my legs position. I am not Sharon Stone, but I was sure I was making quite a hairy show. Finally, Ben, pretending.