My wife appeals to me. I want to be with my wife now.What did I want to do with my wife? She just seemed to want to be mean to me and then console me ...afterward. I didn’t want that.I think, though, if I go in and be a good boy she will not be mean to me. I think she had her fill of meanness with the ordeal she put me through earlier tonight.So I carefully entered her room and began massaging her neck and shoulders. She was enjoying this as always and I knew that I had done the right thing. After. At the time I was boyish looking/smooth and very much inexperienced, till I met this fine distinguished chap.It was a rather hot day, and I was out in the park catching some rays, I had my top off, exposing my slim, silky smooth body, with nice tight football shorts on, exposing my bulge. I decided it was getting a bit hot so wandered off to the road, where a nice expensive car caught my eye, and so did the rather handsome older guy inside it, he had a good look at me, specifically around my. “I believe I said just the genie and its Master.”“Master, these people are both…Lexia!” Marcio said, before recognising her.“Marcio!” Lexia smiled. “I’ve not seen you in years!” The two genies embraced, hugging each-other tightly.“Nope, not since that business in Argentina,” Marcio said. He squeezed her ass, causing her to yelp and giggle. “What are you doing on this backwater planet?”“Oh you know, granting wishes, giving blowjobs, the usual.”“Ahem,” said the Emperor. “I take it you two already. Mendelsohn was a rock and impassively withstood the juvenile remarks of Ms. Ursula Beckett with polite tolerance.He maintained the ruse so perfectly, Ms. Pear, his other assistance, had onceremarked: "Why, I even suspect you're secretly in love with the woman!"To his credit, he merely blushed and said: "No gossip, now. Let's just do our jobs."Mr. Mendelsohn was known for his strict adherence to professional standards. Shaking his head to clear away these irrelevant facts, Mr. Mendelsohn pulled.