He legs and rib cage were stunted by a disease that was very uncommon. Her breasts were perky, though, and she was a blast to talk to. Her warm brown ...kin drove me up a few walls. That day she wore a paper thin white button up that was a little too tight. The spaces between the buttons crept open a few times, show that she had nothing on underneath it. As we talked, we inched closer and closer. Her hand found her way to my knee and mine was tucked away between her thighs, my pinkie finger. The dildo was large and longer than any prick I had seen and believe me for a professional like me I have seen many and of all types. His anus had swallowed all of it. By now he was mourning in pleasure and pain. Begging me to give him some more rough treatment. I smacked his butts twice the sound echoed across the room. He shouted in pain but was obviously enjoying it. I manipulated the dildo in and out and twisted and turned it. I knew he was delirious in pain and pleasure. When I thought he. ‘Who?’ Reginald’s voice was still squeaking. He tried to control it. ‘Who or what are you?’ ‘I should have thought that was obvious. I’m the genie of the bottle. You released me from my centuries of imprisonment so now I have to grant you the usual three wishes.’ Reginald sat down hard on the stony beach. The genie started a complicated series of exercises that looked like a variant of Tai Chi. Reginald watched, rubbing his eyes from time to time. ‘That’s better,’ said the genie. ‘It is cramped. Her name was Audrey she told me. She apologized for moving in so close but she said she thought I would not mind since she had seen me before with lots of friends around me. She said she knew the day was getting late and she wanted to enjoy some of the day without the beach bozos continually hitting on her. I laughed and agreed and we started talking. She told me she was a men's barber, and therefore had enough of men for the week. She also told me she rode her motorcycle down to the beach.