Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 467 Are You Reading My Mind?

Jack was stunned, again, and again sank weakly to the couch. "ANY wish?"

"Yes, master," she replied softly.
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"How many wishes do I get?" he asked suddenly, afraid he had blown most of them already without knowing.

"As many as you want, master."

"For how long?"

"Until you die- WE die, master. I am tied to you now. I am you Genie for life."

This was just too much for Jack. He couldn't grasp it. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, thinking of nothing, his brain overloaded. He sat this way so long that the girl finally asked "Master, are you alright?"

He looked around the room numbly, unable to concentrate on anything coherent. His eyes finally returned to his still-ma.s.sive, still-throbbing c.o.c.k. "What about this?" he asked dully. Somewhere in his brain he figured his erection should have wilted by now.

"I am sorry master, I do not understand. Does it displease you? Is it not what you requested?"

"Well," he said, trying to concentrate, "yeah, I guess, but why is it still so, uh, hard?" he asked dumbly.

Again a small smile, this time with lots of blus.h.i.+ng. "Because you have not 'f.u.c.ked me senseless' yet, master." she said in a shy voice.

That brought him back around a bit. When he had said that, while he would have loved to f.u.c.k her 'senseless', he had meant it mostly metaphorically. "You mean it will stay like this until I do?"

"No master. It will be anything you wish it to be." She paused briefly, lowering her eyes again. "Again, master, forgive me for my lack of clarity. Some Jinn, as you may have read in stories, take their masters' wishes absolutely literally. Therefore, unless those wishes are phrased exactly correctly, the master often gets something other than the intent of his wish. Some Jinn do this out of cruelty, some out of what they call "purity." I was created not to do this at all, but to try to give my master, you, the wish you intend."

This sparked Jack's memory. "That tingle I feel in my mind whenever I ask for something, are you reading my mind?"

"Not exactly. To help me grant your wish, to interpret what you want, I have drawn on your definition of what, for example, a "lap dance" is or what you feel a "long, mind-blowing b.l.o.w. .j.o.b" to be. While both of those activities existed - in one form or another -- when I was created, they were not called by those names. I could have pulled that information from anywhere, but thought it better to get the definitions from you. Getting this info from you is different than reading your personal thoughts, which is something I am not allowed to do unless you ask it.