Knowing how greedy people can be, you can imagine how long it must take for her to get a "gift wish"! Pulling her feet deeper into your lap and getting more intense with the massage, you tell her "I'm so sorry! I had no idea what that must be like for you. But... my new "wish watch" should be able to fix it up for you! Just tell me what you want."
"Really? You'd do that for me? A mortal granting wishes for genie? This has got to be a first!" With a happy giggle and a little wiggle, she pushes her toes deeper into your crotch. "Oh master! Could I have more room? It's awfully tight in there."
"Okay, how do I make it work?" You ask. "Hold the wish button and say what you want. Be careful what you say!" She then wiggles her toes right against your raging hard on, only a thin layer of denim keeping them away.
Holding the button, you say "I wish my genie's home was roomy and comfy with all the things she had in her old home, and with a hot tub fit for a queen!" A strange tingling feeling comes all over your body and you suddenly feel horribly tired.
"Oh master! That was the nicest thing anyone ever did for me!" With a quite little 'pop' she becomes a multicolored smoke cloud and streams swiftly into your watch. Dreams of a supernatural foot job fading from your tired body, you fall over on the couch.
"Oh crap!" you utter, exhaustion slowly taking you, "I should have known there would be a price to pay!" And then, you're out!
Slowly, painfully, groggy and still tired you wake up...
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