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How to use your Genie

... her own breasts, still unnaturally large from the funeral, nearly matching the flight attendant's in size. The contrast was intriguing, the voluptuousness of their forms captivating.

"Jeanie," I began, my voice dripping with lust, "What do you think of her? You think she's sexy?"

Jeanie looked at the flight attendant, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed. "I suppose she is, Master," she stammered, her voice betraying her discomfort.

"Oh, come now, Jeanie," I chided, my eyes never leaving the attendant's swaying breasts. "You can do better than that. Describe her to me."

Jeanie hesitated, her eyes darting between me and the flight attendant. "She's... beautiful, Master. Her breasts are large and full, her waist slender, her hips curvy. Her skin is flawless, her legs long and shapely."

"Good girl," I praised, my arousal growing. "Now, tell me, how do you think she's feeling?"

"I don't know, Master," Jeanie replied, her voice soft.

"Oh, but you will," I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Make her horny, Jeanie. Hornier than she's ever been."

"But Master," Jeanie protested, her eyes wide with shock.

"Do it, Jeanie," I commanded, my voice firm.

With a defeated sigh, Jeanie waved her hand, and the flight attendant's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing, her breath quickening. I could see her nipples hardening, her body trembling with desire.

"Now, Jeanie," I said, my voice thick with lust, "I want you two to make out. Play with each ...

... other."

Jeanie looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief, but she complied, moving towards the flight attendant, her body moving with an uncharacteristic grace. The two women embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, their hands exploring each other's bodies.

I watched, my arousal mounting, as they caressed each other, their fingers teasing each other's nipples, their hands sliding down to explore each other's most intimate parts. Their moans filled the cabin, their bodies writhing in pleasure, their faces flushed with desire.

The sight was mesmerizing, two beautiful women, both under my control, giving in to their lust, their inhibitions forgotten. The power I held, the ability to make them do as I pleased, to mold them to my desires, was intoxicating.

"Yes, Jeanie," I breathed, my voice husky, "That's it. Enjoy her, make her enjoy you. Show her what pleasure really is."

Jeanie's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of desire, humiliation, and something else, something deeper. But I didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the thrill of the moment, the satisfaction of my lust.

"Now, it's my turn," I declared, my voice laced with desire. "Why don't the two of you get on your knees, in front of me. Take off my pants for me."

Jeanie and the flight attendant complied, their eyes lowered, their bodies moving in unison as they knelt before me. Their hands, one pair more experienced than the other, worked together to undo my ...