This was a European-cultured place and they weren’t as silly about nudity as the United States.After they settled in, he took her down to the beach ...nd bought some rum drinks to sip as they walked along the shore. He’d insisted she change into the swimsuit he’d picked out. It was a pretty brief bikini and she was not allowed to wear the top. She was real comfortable being naked around men she knew but in front of strangers? He was wearing a real tight little suit of his own and his genitals. "Yes Dear," said Terry's mother almost absent-mindedly, "and a little bitof makeup." Reluctantly, Terry went along with the plan. Mother alwaysknew best, always got her way in the end.Back at home, and hour and a half later, Terry's mother laid out theclothes: satin panties, a suspender belt - of all things - white stockingswith lace tops. "Go to the loo, first Dear. It'll be difficult once you'refully dressed." There was wisdom in that, as Terry knew what was comingnext.Back in the bedroom,. “As for your question, we treated them as we do all such fiends we come across. We parted them with their heads.”“Oh!” Once again, had she been able to cover her mouth with her hands, she would have, horrified at the thought, even though they had captured her and, perhaps, intended to… well, she supposed they would have done the same as the chessmen had and used her for their own pleasures!‘I might have been better off not being rescued at all!’ she supposed, although she kept the thought to. I’ll give you each one wish, but if you don’t mind, I’ll keep the last one for myself.”“Wow, that’s great!” the husband said. He pondered a moment and blurted out, “I’d like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life.”“No problem,” said the genie. “You’ve got it, it’s the least I can do. And I’ll guarantee you a long, healthy life!” “And now you, young lady, what do you want?” the genie asked.“I’d like to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the world,” she.