" "Yeah, how'd you know." "Hey, after a thousand years of granting wishes to losers like yourself,you get to spot them easily." "Did you say w...ishes?" "Yes. Hey what kind of Djinn would I be if I didn't grant wishes to theperson who freed me from my bottle. They'd throw me out of the union. Sohere's the scoop. You get three wishes. There are some restrictions thatapply. First you can't wish for more wishes so don't even try. Secondly Ican't cause physical harm to anyone. Thirdly I. . by quite a lot in my tennis shoes, and veryathletic. His muscles stand out beneath his tight shirt, and I watch as hetakes up his place behind me."Lets show them how it's done Angela," he says with a grin.It's a good game, Paul and Amy have played together for years, but I'mfaster than Amy and Dale is fitter than Paul.. and more powerful. In the endwe squeak a victory, though I'm dripping sweat."Well I guess losers have to by the winners a round of drinks?" Dale saysgrinning. "What do you. I sighed when her thong slid up her thighs and covered her delicious pussy. I'd enjoyed that hole twice. I needed to try out her ass next. She was my slut, my slave, and I knew she'd let me fuck any of her holes. I pulled on my boxers, jeans, and my t-shirt. Dressed, I opened the door.President Brooks stood before the bathroom door, his fist descending to rap it once again, his bony, fleshless face mottled with anger. He had such a thin body, his dress shirt hung from a skeletal frame, age. He'd chatted to her on a couple of occasions and found her to be bright, well-read, friendly ... knowledgeable about mathematics – he knew she was taking an OU degree – but somehow, reserved. He thought she was in her early to mid twenties – a year or two older than himself – but somehow, seemed older. Not unhappy, but with an undercurrent of sadness that he wanted to dispel. Of course, the fact she was very attractive helped.Amy watched Terry discreetly. He was the first man she'd been.