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How to use your Genie

... control, I whispered, barely audible, "I'm so sorry, Emily."

She shook her head slightly, trying to convey that it wasn't my fault. We both knew I was powerless against John's wishes. Our eyes locked, searching for solace in one another.

John seemed pleased with the position, looking at us with a predatory grin. "Now, Jeanie, since you've been feeling everything Emily feels, it's only fair she feels what you do. Start touching yourself."

The order made my stomach drop. The thought of engaging in such an act on top of Emily, with her tied beneath me, felt deeply violating. But I also knew refusing John was not an option. Trembling, I began to move my hand between us, trying to make it as quick and discreet as possible.

Emily's eyes widened as she began to feel the sensations mirrored in her own body. The connection between us intensified, and every touch, every shiver, was shared, amplifying the experience for both of us. It was both invasive and oddly intimate.

John watched with rapt attention, enjoying every squirm, every shared gasp. The power dynamic, the complete control he held over both of us, seemed to be his ultimate pleasure.

As the intensity between Emily and me peaked, I could see the twisted satisfaction on John's face. He had successfully toyed with our emotions and bodies, further establishing his dominance. The encounter left us both physically and emotionally drained, yet John seemed to have only just begun.

The sensation was immediate ...

... and intense. John's sudden entry caught me off guard, making me gasp sharply. With Emily beneath me, every movement I made was transferred to her, causing a ripple of sensations. She felt my surprise, my quick intake of breath, and the intense fullness that came with John's intrusion.

I tried to remain as still as possible, trying not to crush Emily beneath me, but John's pace was relentless. Each thrust drove me forward slightly, causing our bodies to slide against each other's. The mirrored sensations continued to blur the lines between us.

Emily's eyes, wide and reflective of the myriad emotions she felt, stared into mine. The shared intimacy of the moment, the dual sensations, it was all so overwhelming.

"You like that, don't you?" John taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Both of you feeling it at the same time. Isn't this what you wanted, Jeanie? To share everything?"

I didn't respond, biting my lip to prevent any sounds from escaping. The situation was a mixture of intense pleasure and emotional turmoil.

Emily's muffled noises from beneath the gag hinted at her own building climax. I could feel it building within her, and in me. The shared sensations were becoming too much.

John's pace quickened, his grip on my hips tightening as he drove into me with more force. The shared climax between Emily and me was imminent. The tension in the room grew, all of us on the brink.

And then, it happened. All three of us reached the climax in a chorus of ...