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mind and that radiant smile. Seeing her smiling at him like she did, he realized no one ever smiled at him that way, and he just kind of held that image of her in his  thoughts and let the hot water run over his face and body as he finished draining his bladder. Time always seemed to get sucked into a black hole these early morning shower moments, and Rick knew fifteen minutes in the shower always felt like one measly minute in real time. Unsurprisingly, it was completely the opposite of waiting for five o'clock to come at work. He knew he had to get moving though, and he goaded himself in his mind to do just that.
     
    Reaching for the bar of soap on his right, Rick suddenly heard a cheery voice, way too cheery for so early in the morning, directly behind him, and that happy voice made him jump and spin around in shock.
     
    “ Good morning, Master!”
     
    Having dropped the bar of soap into the tub at his feet, Rick fell against the shower wall, barked out in surprise, and stared with bulging eyes at Jizzy standing in the shower with him. Dressed in a sparkling golden, single-piece micro bikini, Jizzy was as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as when he first met her the night before. The bikini she wore could hardly even be called a bikini at all, as it was more string than actual fabric. The golden string wrapped around the back of her neck, and then ran down to the very tips of her two puffy nipples, where the fabric was diamond-sized, about the size of a silver dollar, and just managed to cover the full extent of her erect nipples and puffy areolae underneath. Then, the string continued from her erect nipples down to her hairless pussy, where it was little bigger than two band-aids, covering just the bulging lips of her plump cunt, and he could even see just the slightest hint of a sexy crease between her lips in the fabric. From there, Rick imagined the string probably ran through her luscious ass crack, like dental floss, then back up to her neck. With a hand on one hip, Jizzy threw her other hand open, presenting her beautiful body to him.
     
    “What do you think, Master? Do you like?” she eagerly asked, like it was a secret she was finally able to share with him. Leaning forward, she then whispered and waved her index finger at him, “I looked at some of your magazines as you slept. That is how I got the idea. You are very, very naughty, Master!”
     
    “Huh! What?! Uh, ya, ya, you, uh, look fine... just fine,” Rick breathed, his eyes groping her flawless body as water droplets cascaded freely down her lovely curves.
     
    Rick felt his penis, which had been going limp, immediately react and grow rock-hard again in a heartbeat. Then, the curious thought shot through his head that just maybe there would be a yeti in his freezer after all.
     
    “Oh! Let me help you with that, Master!” Jizzy suddenly pouted, looked down at his stiff dick, now standing, once again, at complete attention.
     
    Staring down at his throbbing penis, Rick, for some odd reason, suddenly felt embarrassed, and he reached down in an attempt to cover his full erection. He suddenly realized that he didn't even know who this strange woman, or genie, even was. Plus, he didn't even know if maybe he stuck his prick in her, he might not end up with some strange genie venereal disease that might make his dick instantly burst into flames, turn him to stone, or something hideous like that. The fact was, he didn't know who her prior masters were, or what's been shoved up inside her marvelous pussyhole.
     
    “No, no, I'm, uh, good. I'm good!” Rick stuttered. “Can you, uh, just, uh...”
     
    “Don't be silly, Master! Let me help you,” Jizzy pressed, her eyes suddenly intense and locked on his crotch.
     
    Asserting herself and stepping forward then, Jizzy gently pushed his arms and hands aside, and then, reaching down, took his penis in one hand with a delicate touch. Then smiling up at him, she swallowed hard and looked at him with a