Morris, what I'm going to tell you is very difficult for me. When westarted this adventure I was having fun, you know flirting withfemininity, playing... with the clothes, it was almost like being in aschool play as an elementary school child, it was fun. As thingsprogressed the training became more serious, and mentally we had tobecome women. We couldn't pretend to be women, we had to be women or wecould be discovered. If we were we would be killed. They started us onhormones to soften our looks. I put my hand over her belly and said today you are looking beautiful. She blushed and said I am lying. I said, no I am serious. Then she told me, if she was really looking beautiful, why I am not giving her a kiss. This was too much for me. My cock was already becoming stiff, but with this statement, it became rock hard and came to its full length. I just wanted to tear her clothes apart and to fuck her. But somehow I controlled my senses, and gave a small kiss on her cheek. She smiled. They'll even personally collect tips from you and tuck them in their G-string(or a garter whenever they've misplace that pesky little G-string). That's where I met Jinn. He was tossing back shots and looking grumpy eventhough all the off duty dancers were hanging all over him. I went over introducedmyself and bought him a round, then another. It wasn't till the fifth shotI learned he was a Genie. Now don't be surprised. Most people know at least one or two Genies. It'sjust that they rarely know. I’m the only one that seems to be doubting my own mind.I end up pushing my bottom off the seat to allow Tom more access to my cunt. He takes it; fingers push in higher and before I know it I’m sighing and moaning, my head is shaking from side to side, reaffirming that this must go no further and suddenly Tom rips my orgasm from me and I end up convulsing over his fingers. The air that leaves my lungs is in such a rush as to alert the frumpy woman to my left, five-car bays from us, as she loads.