There is still some time before the birthday

You wake up in your bed in your work clothes, clean and relaxed, lying next to you, on her side propping one arm under her head is your girlfriend Jane in the same professional outfit she was wearing when she fired you. You feel pretty normal and rested after the fantasy Jane conjured up, and you can see that she’s looking pretty chill, but has a pretty excited tone about her as she smiles and says:

“You got really into the game-play element of the fantasy I thought I had cooked you pretty good in the car before for some sex with the queen but you forgot all about it because you got so lost in playing the game didn’t you, finally after all those times you decided to give it a try, wasn’t it fun?”

You look at her holding back a bit of a smug smile and say: “Naw I wasn’t really playing your game, but I was playing a game that I find pretty fun.”

Jane looks at you confused and asks cautiously: “Uh, and what game was that?”

You grin and say: “Oh it’s a little game I like to call ‘pushing Jane’s buttons’” then you imitate pressing buttons on one of her huge breasts, enjoying poking her blouse covered breast flesh for a few second.

Jane playfully frowns for a second as you poke and start lightly stroking her breast, you can feel and see her nipple slowly get harder under the fabric of her work blouse, she gives a mean look and says:

“You are pretty cocky for a lowly mortal aren’t you, playing stupid games with an omnipotent goddess and owner of all existence.”

You go further than poking and get bit absorbed as you start groping at her huge orb, her breast feels so soft, even through the blouse you can feel your hand sink into the flesh in the most perfect way as your sore cock starts to get hard and you say in a joking tone:

“I don’t know, it worked pretty well for me, instead of a prudish queen I got a sexy mean genie, she even made my cock humongous, what guy wouldn’t want that.”

“You know what my little mortal man, I think your head is getting a bit too big for your own good, could lead to a disaster at your birthday later.”

You rub Jane’s tented nipple through her blouse in a slow circular motion as you say absentmindedly: “uh huh, I am counting on getting away with lots more stuff, seeing as it’s my birthday.”

Jane takes in a short breath, it feels like she’s trying to gather herself as she says in a strained husky voice, that makes your dick rock hard: “I think that the only way to save your party is give you some serious time out punishment.”

But you are just too lost in playing with her breast so you aren’t fully listening to her and say: “Uh huh… wait what did you say?”

You look up at her face and notice her raise her hand and snap her finger and everything around you changes.