Abagail questioned Greg

“Greg, what the hell do you even use your brain?” Abagail shouted, “why would you do that? Do you not understand the bag?” Greg was offended by Abagail’s questions. She read it on his adorable face. “Look, Greg, you need to think smarter not harder here. Yes, I love the idea of you having control of my orgasms, but why do you need me to be more submissive to you, or do you want a harem of size queens? That could be fun!” Greg realized Abagail was using her advanced intellect to circumvent his mental dominance, so he had to have a better answer. He tossed a bottle of Flinstone Chewable Vitamins in the bin, and whispered. This bottle refills constantly, each color has a different feature, purples make women more obedient to the men in their lives, the orange pills make women orgasm at the slightest contact of a sexual organ. He slammed the lid and a pill bottle hit the bag, Abagail beat him there. She read, “the red pills make men enslaved to the person that gave it to them, the blue pills make men require their partner to cum before he can cum during sex. This bottle refills immediately after removing any pill or pills. Greg, I love you and want nothing but to please you and be pleased by you, but can we slow down on the Djinn Bin and get it right? What did you ask for?” Greg explained the instructions, and she laughed. She agreed to take the orange pill, if he would take the blue one. They did. Greg sucked on her nipple and she started screaming in orgasmic bliss; he rubbed her clit and she squirted pussy juice everywhere, she straddled his cock and spasmed with orgasm after orgasm with every thrust of his cock. He was soaked from her juices and the pulsating sensation of her pleased vag made his orgasm come quicker than he was used to. They laidback on the bed contemplating their next magical creations.