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Very ornate and very worth my money. I was reluctant to give agift this nice to someone who clearly couldn't care less about me.Well, I might as well see if it's real, I smirked and rubbed the lamp.Nothing, just as expected. Man, could I have used some wishes. I turnedit over and on the base of the lamp saw a bar code sticker! God, what an ugly thing to be on such a nice lamp. A little scraping and it wasoff and I put the lamp back on the table in front of me."BOOM!" What the fuck?" I yelped as I jumped forward."I said 'BOOM!'" said a deep voice right behind me. Then he chuckledsoftly.I've always been sort of jumpy and nearly went through the roof atthat. Here was a man, about 6'6" in height, wearing a business suit anda turban, suddenly standing about 2 feet behind me. "Who are you?" Isqueaked out. This was a very imposing man, one who I would rather notanger."I'm the genie. Sorry about the 'BOOM!'" I jumped again, which made himsmile kindly. "People always want something dramatic. " Pretend that I’m Toni. I know you find her sexy because I’ve seen you looking at her," she gasped.Raising the stakes Liz then removed her bikini top, pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor letting her young swelling breasts fall into full view of her Daddy. "Do you like them?" she asked timidly.Doug looked down, "My God," he gasped, "They’re beautiful, you’re so beautiful."Liz leaned away from him, placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled his head down to her firm breasts. "Kiss them for me Daddy, love your little girl, please Daddy," she begged.Doug’s put his arms around her shoulders and his mouth came in contact with his daughter’s erect nipples. A burning desire flashed to the head of his cock. Liz continued to rock back and forth on her Dad’s covered erection until she could feel her wetness seeping into her bikini panties. Reaching between them she slipped her fingers into his shorts and took his thick cock in her hand pulling it free.It felt incredible to her.
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He paused to inspect my pussy going as far as to stick a finger in it. I moaned as he rubbed my g spot within seconds of putting his finger in. He obviously knew what he was doing and I felt my wetness dripping down my legs. He pulled his finger out.“No…. please, I liked it.”“Awe, does my little whore want more? Cause she isn’t going to get the privilege of climaxing until she’s a good slut.”I whimpered softly as he undid the straps on my ankles. I stood up slowly.“Here, I’ll give you first shot. How’s that sound sweetie?”I didn’t take it. I slowly slumped to my knees as he laughed. His cock reached full size.“Now that’s a good girl right there. Aren’t you a good girl? Why don’t you take care of this while you’re down there.”“Yes master.” I softly replied.“Master huh? Were you born a sex slave? You obviously know your stuff now don’t you?” I didn’t respond as I began working my way around his shaft. It felt like pure muscle and gave off a heat that was making me feel more.

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