Karen Gillan

John imagined his mansion would be a total fuck palace. Every weekend, some new hot celeb would be his and his new goddess's fuck toy and the fuck toy would leave exhausted and drained after multiple orgams from being dominated by John and his goddess, and the celebrity would feel both degraded and used, but realized being used that way way made her very horny, and would come by at random times to beg to be used and fucked again.

John made some more wishes.

"I wish any sex I have with a woman is the greatest sex of her life."

"Granted."

"I wish I was immune to sexually transmitted diseases."

"Granted."

"I wish I can only impregnate a woman if I want to."

"Granted."

"OK," John mused aloud. "Who to be my goddess. John wanted someone hot and well as tall and either slender or athletic. He thought for a moment then snapped his fingers. "I wish I knew where Karen Gillan is."

"Granted."

Karen was at a sidewalk cafe not far way.

"I wish that when Karen Gillan sees me, she becomes infatuated with me, and I wish she wants to be my obedient lover, and I wish she does not care why she is feeling this way."

"Granted, granted, and granted."

"I wish Karen Gillan loves and gets turn on from humiliating and degrading female celebrities."

"Granted."

John wished for a new Jaguar and drove to where Karen was. She wore a short denim skirt that showed off her long, shapley legs, and t-shirt, and beige jacket. Despite being nearly 6 feet tall, she wore very high spiked heeled shoes.

She looked from her table, and when she saw John she gave a coy smile.

John smiled back.