.. Never mind. Just call me Sabrina... So, how about it? This fairy godmother doesn't have all day." I guess so, er, Sabrina. But why are you helping ...e? Did I do something and you're my reward?" Why am I helping you... Hmm," Suzi said, nudging me. "Because, lets see... Because you lost your real parents, and you were tricked by your adopted uncle, and I think you'd be a great fu... " Suzi paused to stomp on my hand, "a great friend to someone." Who?" Er, you have to wait. I'm not going to tell. Clay had Joan suspended from the harness, her knees falling easily to either side as Clay's tongue licked her nipples when the incense's musky smell seemed to become overpowering. In one moment, Clay had a huge erection and a wet and willing partner spread before him. In the next, he was the wet and willing partner, and a very puzzled version of himself looked down at him from a mouthful of nipple.Instantly, Clay knew why Joan went insane every time he sucked her nipples - his crotch was on. "What's a good name for a useless, slut French Maid," she asked herselfaloud. "I shall call you Dawn. I think it's appropriate because you are at the dawn of a new way of life."Another belt was strapped around my waist. It had a number of loops. Mymistress attached my wrist restraints to the strap.This allowed me limited use of my hands."Just enough freedom for you to get this house clean," she explained."Here's your list of cooking and cleaning jobs. I'll inspect all the areas and if they're. This was about to change. I played with my hair a little more, then slid my hand down to my left breast, the one closest to the other car. I began to play with it through the material, and massage it in my hand, smiling at him as I played with my breast. Almost as if on command, both of the men beside me reached down and began to rub their cocks through their jeans. The driver glancing over at me as much as possible, but the passenger never took his eyes off of me. I watched him rub his cock.