You stroke your chin contemplatively for several moments, staring at her. What to do, what to do…? There were so many possible choices. Obviously you wanted to have some fun with those luscious feet of hers, but her breasts were certainly inviting as well, to say nothing of the delicious folds you knew rested between her smooth thighs. Just the thought made your pants seem uncomfortably tight. Still, you had to choose carefully. You only had three wishes.
“Why don’t you choose,” you say at last. “It will give me some time to think of what my first wish should be.”
The genie tilts her head to the side, her red hair waving slightly. “Me?”
“Like I said, I have to think about what I want my wishes to be,” you reiterate. “If I don’t think it through, I’ll probably end up regretting it. What if I accidentally wished I was dead? No, I’d rather puzzle it out on my own, but I really don’t want you to get bored.”
The genie seems to contemplate this for a few minutes before nodding. “Alright Master,” she says. She assumes the same thinking posture you are in, stroking her chin with two fingers before a wicked grin develops on her face, pulling her lips back to reveal her beautiful teeth. “I know,” she says. “I…”
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