Jon had the perfect test for his new power.
"Sarah McMillan is here right now, standing next to me and she is my sex slave and lives to make me happy in any way," said Jon.
"Well, of course I am," came the sexiest voice Jon never got tired of hearing from beside him. "Where else would I be?"
Jon looked over at Sarah, sweeping his gaze across his slave's body. Long, toned legs, a waist that flared into a bounteous bubble butt in back and a simply perfect, blond framed pussy in front, perfect, firm-yet-soft D-cup breasts that needed no support, the face of an angel framed in a shockingly blond mane. The voice of an angel both in sexual creativeness and in life. The whole package wrapped in sexy, see-though lace, the most she ever wore if she could help it. An instantaneous hard-on formed, as always, just from looking at her.
"If you are going to test your wish, you need to say something that isn't already true," she said, amused. "Or you could just throw me on the bed, ravish me, and try this again later," she added, arching her back to thrust her boobs forward and licking her lips seductively.
