Two Slaves

I looked at the paparazzi. "I wish the paparazzi never gets a clear photo of our faces."

"Done!"

"I also wish people think Olivia walked up to us from a store."

"Done!"

Olivia appeared, looked around and saw me. "Please fuck me!" she blurted out.

I whispered into Hailee's ear: "I wish she has the same relationship with me as Ana has with you."

"Done!"

Olivia was wearing jeans and a tight white v-neck t-shirt.

"Olivia, pull your jeans to your ankles, give yourself a massive wedgie, then get on your hands and knees and beg me to violate all of your holes."

Olivia blushed, but she undid her jeans, yanked them to her ankles, yanked her silk purple panties up her ass crack as hard as she could, then got on her hands and knees. "Please violate all of my holes! Fuck my pussy, ass, and mouth!"

"I wish both of these girls had a collar on, and we had leashes attached to them."

"Done!"

The collars and leashes appeared.

"I wish when you do magic, only people I want to realize something magical happened realize it, and everyone else just thinks things that you make happen just happened normally."

"Done!"

"Please fuck all my holes!" pled Olivia.

Anna was running out of saliva.