He had even repainted the Dairy King sign. The entire place looked almost new again.Much to his surprise, Sean had discovered that he enjoyed painting...and had ended up doing the work without using magic. Of course, he didn’t do all of the work himself. Mr. Catchums had hired to Suzie to help him with the paint job after finding them covered in sawdust that one morning. She had picked out the colors.Suzie broke the silence, “It looks new.”“It sure doesn’t look like the old Dairy King,” Sean. I didn't get any footage of them in the living room – only one camera – but what happened in the bedroom, well, it was painful on every level.First, the conversation.When they stumbled into the bedroom, Deanna's blouse was already almost hanging off – he'd obviously had his hands up her shirt. When she got on the bed, she'd accidentally flashed the camera up her skirt and she wasn't wearing any panties either.He was half out of his clothes, his cock hanging out of his boxer shorts. I was. .." Sam mumbled, his face beet red."Get on with it!" Mike snapped, and Sandra recoiled from the edge in his voice."W-with what?" Sam mumbled dully."You can't leave the little lady lying there waiting, can you?" Mike sneered, a sarcastic pitch sharpening his voice.A new flood of embarrassment washed over Sandra. Oh God, what punishment was he planning for her?"No," Sam answered fatuously, his eyes turning to Sandra's sprawled figure."Okay then, let's see what it is that she can't do without!". I smiled and said, "Well I am still terrified, but it does feel nicebeing out and dressed like this. I am really starting to like this!" We chatted and laughed as we rode along, and I began to feel more andmore comfortable. I had been afraid that people would be stopping andpointing at me and laughing. Each time we pulled up to a light or stopsign, I made eye contact with the driver of the vehicle beside us andsmiled, the only thing I got in return was either a smile or I was justplain.