Later that night Abdul got an email from Cindy saying ” thank you for saving our lives, we owe you big time, we will always be in your debt if you n...eed anything just ask” Next day Abdul was walking home when Cindy’s mum stopped him thanked him for saving Cindy told him Cindy wanted to see him and she was at home, Abdul went to Cindy’s house rang the doorbell Cindy opened the door wearing just a gown and invited him in, Cindy said we are real grateful for you saving us if you want anything at. This was what made Mrs. Jones the best in her field. To her each outfit that she made was the same as if her own granddaughters were going to wear it. It was one of the reasons that Jenny had chosen Mrs. Jones in the first place. Jenny knew deep down though that Kenny wasn't going to love these outfits like Mrs. Jones granddaughters would. That was going to be part of the fun. However before that could happen she had to create the nursery. This step would take great time and care. The first. "Okay, okay. I'll get a sports bra." Tiffany said. "Those things are hot but I'll wear one when I'm out with the boys. Will that keep you happy?" I nodded and smiled. "Now Go clean up for dinner." Tiffany turned and started jogged up the stairs. I watched her tits bounce with each step. "God she's going to kill me" I muttered under my breath. Tiffany stopped half way up and shouted down "Can I just use your shower? I don't think I have any clean towels in mine" I told her "Angel you can use any. Now why don't you massage my feet? I've been on them all day andthey hurt." She said pointing down at her feet, kicking off her heels foremphasis.Embarrassed Cinderella knelt down at her owner's feet and took one of herdamp nylon sole's in hand, starting to work her thumbs in. She felt likesuch a tool doing so. Most of the time she was just a decoration in abox, today she had already been a maid, a sexytoy and now a masseuse? Itfelt awful, especially with how helpless she was now that she.