The leather squeaked under here body as she sank down in the seat from which a delightful leather scent was felt. She was moving here body in the smoo...th leather and She worked her french manicured fingers to push the gear shift in the reverse position and the car backed towards the slave. He screamed of agony and pain as his legs were slowly crushed below his knees by the back wheel. Caroline worked out here toes in her elegent sandals and slowly forced them on gas leaning back in the leather. ‘Really? Who?’ Melissa probed. ‘Janet Jones,’ William lied, saying the first name that popped into his head. He was not sure why, but he did not trust Melissa. ‘Can I read it?’ ‘I’m sorry, Melissa, I was given this work in confidence, but I can ask the author,’ William said. ‘You know her?’ ‘Only by email,’ he continued the façade, then wishing to change the subject, assigned her a task in the form of request: ‘Would you mind taking this stack of books upstairs?’ ‘Sure,’ Melissa answered. She. Her head is facing a mirror across the room where she notices her legs are turning in a white like material. The white stuff then moves up her body as she is now shrinking. She then realizes, seeing the rag dolls on the shelves that she is turning in to a rag doll. Her hair then turns in to a red yard like material and red spots appear on her chicks. Soon she is nothing but, a rag doll about a foot high. Like the other two she can still see, hear and feel.Susan, meanwhile, runs down stairs in. "OH DADDY!!" Christy yelled again.Daddy was pushing her down on the hay now, where he'd kicked our pile of clothes to make a sort of bed. Now she flung her legs wide and I could see Daddy was rubbing her pussy right at the top. "Right there's her clitty, son, and that's what you want to pay lots of attention to." He pressed on it, and then flicked it with his finger back and forth and then he crawled down and sucked THAT into his mouth.Christy went absolutely nuts. She began to make noises that.