‘If it pleases you, master,’ she said taking opening the door and sitting beside him. As they drove back home, James was thinking about all the th...ings he could wish for, when a though occurred to him. ‘I don’t know you name genie. What should I call you?’ ‘My last master called me Desiree, but you can call me whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Well, Desiree it is. We’re going to get to know each other very well…’ *** ‘Okay, I think I know what my second wish is.’ James said as he finally arrived. A part of his brain knew his cock should have been shrinking in embarrassment, but it wasn't. Just the sight of her standing there wearing nothing but a tank top and panties was making his blood boil with lust. Thick, round, pale thighs tapered down to a lovely pair of feet, toenails painted dark blue. Her breasts, which should have been hanging low because her bra was missing, were instead perked up, semi-erect nipples making their presence known through the thin material of her top. His cock. I sat down on the sofa in front of him and touched the front of his pyjamas. "Did that get very hard?" I asked as he looked at me with surprise. "Well, I suppose I could do something about that, at least so you don't go to bed frustrated..." Then, to both of our amazement, I pulled down the pyjamas and held his penis, which was a decent size and rapidly becoming hard. "This is a secret between us, I am not having sex with you, that would be very wrong, but I can give you relief. We must NOT do. " Thank you, Donna, very nice," I said, "now tell me what you want to do." Well I know I'm too well built for the catwalk," she smiled at me, "but I'll like to do films." Ok, lets start at the beginning," I said, "unless you have attend a recognised stage school you can forget films, well for awhile at least. The only way is for you to get yourself noticed, like Liz Hurley or Kelly Brooks did a few years ago." Oh," she said her smile faded slightly."Ok so where do we go from here, firstly do.