He yawned. He yawned again. Eric shifted in his seat to get comfortable. He yawned again. I'm sleepy he thought. Another yawn. He shifted his seat aga...n. He leaned up against Dawn and started to doze.He dreamed. His dream was of a girl, no, a woman holding him. Not his mother, nor an aunt or grandmother. The woman was soft yet strong. Caring, feeling good. The woman smiled at him yet said nothing, just humming a tune that kept him feeling cared for. He dreamed away.He woke much later. He woke. Mark could see the perpetually erect nipples poking through the material of her top. She was smiling as she looked down at him, sitting on his couch with his mouth hanging open “So what will it be, Master?” she asked, still standing in front of him. “What will what be?” he asked in return. The genie gave him a puzzled look as she replied. Mark shook his head, still in shock and not believing that he was actually talking to a real, live genie. “I am Jeanine, a genie or some might call me a djinn. She got on top this time and satisfied us both rather quickly. She got off and started to lick me up, getting all of our juices together. She stopped to lick her lips saying, “You’re the first I ever decided to do this with, and I’m glad, so very glad. Whether we have a day, a week, or a decade together ... I want you to make love to me every single day, would you do that for me, David?”“To quote the Artful Dodger, ‘I’ll do anything, for you dear, anything, yes you mean everything to. I was feeling particularly horny that day, and as soon as he left, I decided I’d worry about the chore later and take care of my personal itch first. Some “special treatment” was all that was in my mind, but I decided I had plenty of time to come up with something very special. So I headed for the barn. I hadn’t masturbated there since Jamie caught me “indulging myself” that first time. I very seldom had this much time by myself, but in the back of my mind was the thought that it held abundant.