John couldn't believe it. A real live genie stood right before him! He bought a lamp at a junkyard sale, brought it home, gave it a rub, and there was a genie standing right in front of him. The whole thing sounded too good to be true, but there she was. His mind ran eagerly through wish after wish. He knew he had to be careful about what to wish for, but his heart pounded with excitement while adrenaline rushed through his body. He couldn't quite think clearly. He wanted a long life, a happy sex life, and tons of wealth. Hey! That was three things right there!

The horse anthro stood before the young man impatiently. She had her arms crossed and wore her typical normal kimono. She glared at the man while she tapped her hooves. "Okay, look, I've been standing here for fifteen minutes. You have exactly five minutes to make a wish before I stuff a hoof so far up your ass that you're tasting glue. Then you'll wish you'd never met me and we can all get on with our miserable lives."

"Aren't you a happy genie?" John rolled his eyes. He had to make these wishes before his roommate came home and used up his wishes. "Okay, I think I have the perfect first wish. I have a few other things that can wrap up my wishes perfectly if that first one doesn't work." He took a deep breath and, with a smile, he parted his lips to make his first wish, but the genie spoke up before the genie spoke up.

"You get one wish. I don't do the three wish shtick. One wish and I'm out of here." She didn't bother looking at John as she spoke. "I'm a very busy girl. I can feel another person rubbing, and I don't mean my cock. So make it quick."

John glanced down at the lamp. He was flabbergasted. He had so many questions for her! He could tell she was an extremely serious horse though. So much for the three wishes to get everything he wanted. Now he had to try to pile it all into one big giant wish! "I wish for a cute horny catgirl maid that could easily get tons of money." He'd have to forgo the everlasting life wish, but he'd at least get the crush of his life that could get loads of money for him to live off.

With a shrug, the horse snapped her fingers. "Done. It'll take some time for the wish to happen, but you'll know when it does." With a sly smirk, and another snap of her fingers, the equine vanished in a puff of smoke leaving behind a trail of purple gas that slowly vanished, and a strange smell of sweet candy.

John was about to say how he would find out, but the horse vanished before he had a chance to speak up. He let out a scoff and turned his head. "I'll know when it happens? Yeah, cause there will be a catgirl in here to do all the cleaning up for me and my roommate." He didn't care much about his roommate, but he wouldn't say no to watching the catgirl do some extra work so long as she… bent over properly. It meant he wouldn't have to clean up the mess he made or his roommate made that never cleaned it up, or do the dishes his roommate left, or have his roommate demand that he do chores in rooms he had never been in. Having a roommate that did so little around the house when John was at work all the time and still have that roommate shout at him for doing nothing when he was working so much was tiring, and the only reason he hadn't left was a lack of money.

The door to the home opened up and a man walked in only moments after the remains of the genie faded. "Hey John, what's up?" A familiar voice spoke up, a man around the same age as John with dirtier clothing, longer hair, and smelling as if he hadn't bathed this morning with enough stubble on his face to say he hadn't shaved either. "What are you doing just sitting there with that lamp? Trying to summon a genie or something?" He joked with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah." John sighed. "Hey Tony. You wouldn't believe it if I told you." He glanced down at his lamp. Part of him wanted to tell Tony about the genie, but his mind raced through what might happen. Tony might make a wish that left John worse off, or he'd transform John entirely! Alternatively, the lamp might not even work at all, and then Tony would just call John crazy, which wouldn't be worth it. It was better off just not telling him about the genie. "It's just a decoration." He continued to hold onto the lamp. "Mom gave it to me, but it's pretty tacky so I'm just going to trash it."

"It looks like something straight out of one of those genie movies." Tony suddenly snatched the lamp from John's hand by the handle and laughed as he let it dangle from his hand. "What, is she going to get you a blue tacky magic carpet next?"

John's heart skipped a beat when Tony grabbed that lamp so quickly. He tried to grab it back, but Tony was quick to step back. He tried to refrain from being so eager and demand it back when he already said he was so disinterested, but it was hard to hold back his frustration. 'When is that wish kicking in? Maybe he'll become the damn catgirl maid.' His fingers dug into his thighs, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Look, I'm just going to toss it. Yeah, maybe I tried that rubbing thing and it didn't work. Either throw it in the trash, or I'll do it when you give it back to me anyway." Tony was always so reckless. The lamp could have had something in it, and here he just swiped it away!

Tony swung the lamp up and let it drop in his open palm. "You should see your face. You're acting like I took your prized possession." He rolled his eyes and gave the lamp a rub. "Oh magical genie of the lamp, hear my call." He mocked John. "Sheesh. You know you're a shitty liar when it comes to this sort of crap. What's special about this lamp?"

'Calling me on my bluff. That figures.' It almost felt as time froze when Tony rubbed the lamp, but after a minute of nothing coming out, John mentally let out a sigh of relief. Maybe the genie really moved on to another lamp. He wasn't going to ask questions, but he was thanking a deity that nothing was happening. He had to think of something to let Tony get rid of the lamp, anything would do. He said he wanted to toss it, but it clearly wasn't going to work. No matter how much John tried, he couldn't keep his eyes off the lamp. "It uh…" 'Okay, if being casual about it and just saying to toss it isn't going to work, maybe this will.' He took a breath. "Okay, you're right. That lamp is important, okay? It has some ashes of my pet that died. I'd REALLY fucking appreciate it if you didn't wave it around like that. If the lid opens and ashes scatter everywhere, I'm going to stuff this feather duster up your ass so high that you're going to be tasting feathers." He raised his hand, and then paused. He broke his stare from the lamp to see the gray colored feather duster with his fingers wrapped around it. 'Where did we get this? More importantly, when did I start holding it?'

"You know if you just told me that, I wouldn't swing it around." Tony set the lamp down and turned away from John. "Go put it somewhere and label it then, dude. I'm getting food. You know me, home from work, hungry for the munchies." He kicked his shoes off, literally, and walked into the kitchen.

John tossed the duster aside and grabbed the lamp. He was about to rush off, but his gaze fixated on something else before he ran. His eyes stared at Tony's firm rear, and his scan only broke when Tony went behind a wall. John then quickly went into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. He had never run so hard in his life! He went from the living room to his bedroom and felt as if he had just entirely skipped the hallway in the middle of them. 'Fuck. What was up with that? A feather duster? Staring at his rear?' He had a throbbing sensation between his legs, as if he was… 'Fuck no. I'm not into Tony. The guy's a perverted dirtbag who makes a giant mess. He's the reason I WANT a catgirl maid, just with benefits for me. Ugh. I should have clarified that wish. Why isn't it even happening yet? How long do wishes take?'

John set the lamp into his closet and glanced at the door patiently. After a few minutes, he turned to his computer. 'There's no way that wish won't happen. That genie literally appeared out of a lamp and vanished in a puff of smoke. That could not have been a fraud. No way.' Though, the fact nothing was happening was so strange. Every genie he knew about in a movie, story, or otherwise would have immediate effects unless the person wanted a delay. The most he got out of it so far was a feather duster! He walked over to his computer with his eyes still on the door in hopes a catgirl maid would burst through them. He sat down without much effort, though as he moved his hand to the power button, he heard a clunk of a metal can as he knocked something down. He looked over and saw a can of air spray used to clean dust off his computer fans. 'Huh. I thought I ran out of them? Why is it right in front of the computer anyways? It's right where the mouse is!'

John put the can of spray paint away and turned on the computer. He decided to sit around watching some videos and playing a few games while he'd wait for that catgirl maid to appear. He turned to the doorway, not just in hopes of seeing the door open, but also because he wanted to hear some noises of cleaning, like a vacuum running that Tony never did, or the noise of spraying from a cleaner. The most he heard was walking, eating, and belching.

'God, am I going to have to clean up all of his shit again?' John was already in the kitchen earlier that morning and saw so many dishes undone, dishes he didn't make as he had to work all last night. The most he made from those dishes was a butter knife or two from the sandwiches he made before work.

After a few hours passed, John opened up his door. He walked around the house in hopes of finding the catgirl, but there was not a single sign of a third person living there, just signs of a very messy first person known as Tony. John opened up the front door, and then moved to the back. 'Did that genie really screw me out of a wish? But what would she get by faking casting that spell?' He did spot a few more things one might use for cleaning out in the open. There was a brand new vacuum sitting in the corner of the living room, that feather duster from earlier somehow propped on a small stand next to the couch, as well as lint rollers, a folded towel, and cleaner for that couch that Tony sat upon.

Tony was watching television while John was exploring the house, though after the third time John passed in front of the television, Tony gave John a look of annoyance. He raised a can of soda to his lips and took a loud sip. "What the hell are you doing, John? Expecting a package of some sort?" 

Tony already annoyed John so much. John quickly turned to Tony with a scowl on his face. "Yeah, I'm looking for someone who will clean up all this crap of yours. Let me guess, you want me doing your laundry again?"

"You know you like doing my laundry." Tony said with a laugh.

John took a breath to speak a sentence with a few particular colorful four letter words, but paused once Tony mentioned how John liked doing laundry. 'Wait… do I?' Why DID he do Tony's laundry in the first place? He didn't have to do all of those dirty clothes. Maybe he did them because he really did like doing his laundry? But he never remembered enjoying it. Moreover, why was he even pausing to think about this thought? He shouldn't have to think twice about liking cleaning up Tony's messes. He should just… hate it.

"Here." Tony pulled off his pants and let them drop on the ground. He showed no shame in sitting on the couch in his underwear. "Go grab this, use the rest of the laundry in the bathroom, and start up a load of clothes. You know you want to."

John mentally sighed, but he didn't argue. Clothes all over the floor, and in the bathroom was a pet peeve of his. A clean bathroom just felt so much better, but Tony never seemed to give a damn. He walked over to Tony and was about to kneel down to grab Tony's pants, but the man stopped him.

"Bend over. Come on, where's that ass of yours you enjoy showing off to me?"

John immediately knew something was up. 'Okay, what the heck is wrong with him?' He found himself doing what Tony said, though he told himself it was because John wanted to do it, not because Tony said. As he revealed his rear covered in his pants, he felt… something wiggling out from just above his rear. He turned and his eyes grew wide at the sight of a cat tail! He didn't request a cat tail, and Tony certainly didn't say anything like that. 'Oh no, no, no. Is this…'

"That's a nice rear and furry cat tail. Heh, you've always had such a nice ass and cat tail like that." Tony said with a laugh. "You just need to drop your pants too."

John's tail stiffened. His fur went upwards while his pants suddenly dropped down, leaving him in only his boxers. The moment he was so worried about his tail, he was… no longer concerned about it. He always had the tail of a cat, didn't he? But why didn't he remember his life with it then? He was so bothered by something not a moment ago, but what was it? He scratched his head with confusion, his feline ears flickered, but he paid them no mind. 
'I was picking up clothes for laundry. That's it. He's just making a mess in front of me.' John rolled his eyes and grabbed Tony's pants, as well as his own. With a smile on his face, he walked into the laundry room and began a load of clothes that were almost all Tony's, except for a pair of pants that were his own.

John stood in the tiny laundry room for a brief period while the washer filled with water. He tried to think of what was so wrong with him. He recalled he made a wish to the genie, but that wish went… What did he even wish for? He scratched his head with a single finger as he tried to remember. He then noticed a variety of cleaning supplies arranged in a basket in the laundry room. 'Maybe if I do some cleaning, that will jog my memory.' He thought to himself. Part of him wondered why Tony never did any cleaning, but it was more exercise for John. As much as John hated Tony for being such a pig, it'd be John that made it out in the long run with a better body.

John grabbed the small container of cleaning supplies and glanced around. "Why am I even cleaning right meow?" He commented as his tail flickered questionably. He was conflicted with what to do, and while he doubted Tony would help, he brought the container of cleaning supplies to the living room.

Tony grinned at the sight of John. "Hey cutie." He said with a chuckle. "You gonna clean up the dust off this table? Maybe once you're done you can clean me up in a very special way. I can tell you that you wouldn't even need any cleaning supplies for that. Just a mouth, a tongue, and a smile on your little kitty face."

John had no idea Tony was bisexual. He knew Tony had a strong interest in women with... well, the fact that he found some particular magazines and socks was proof enough that he knew Tony liked women. "Kitty face?" John asked out loud. He turned to Tony with a raised brow.

"Yeah, you got those whiskers and that nose. You're a cute cat that loves to bend down and show me that bare ass of yours in a maid outfit." Tony leaned back and stretched. "Don't you know? You love to tease, you little cat girl maid you."

'That's not just a red flag. That's crimson.' John knew something was up now. Why did Tony make such assertions? There was no way he was a cat girl maid! He wished for… well, what he wished for wasn't important. That wish thought would come back to him eventually. What's more important was he knew what he was not and he was not a cat girl maid! "What makes you think I'm a cat girl? I have a cock you know." John had enough. He was going to be blunt to Tony. Sure, maybe he had a feminine appearance, but cat girl was not something that defined him. He was male, and he had the anatomy to prove it.

"Oh yeah? Show it off. Let's see just how masculine you are. We can change your outfit to something much sexier after." Tony retorted with a smirk. He leaned back and drank a soda, not bothering to hide a massive belch he unleashed after gulping down the can.

'God, we're both guys and I STILL feel humiliated thinking about undressing in front of you.' John thought to himself with a mental roll of his eyes. Still, if Tony needed to see it, then he'd show him. If it put Tony off, then that made it all the better for John. John took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground to show off his body. He lacked any body hair on his back or belly, something he thought was strange as he wasn't normally one to shave. Moreover, his chest looked soft and had the beginnings of tits, but no bigger than an A cup. His arms were sleek, and his belly flat. He was… feminine. Even he was a bit surprised to see his form. One couldn't tell if he was a man OR a woman by looking at his chest and back alone.
"See? I'm still male." John said, as if trying to use his androgynous chest to say he were a man.

"Hardly. You look so… I can't tell if you're a guy or a girl there. Even your voice is pretty androgynous. Lose the rest of your clothes and let's see you nude." Tony instructed with a dismissive wave of his hand.

With a sigh, John did as Tony suggested. He took off every bit of clothing he had and tossed them to the side. He'd put them in the wash and organize them later, as he had an immediate twinge of guilt the moment the clothes hit the floor, as if he was supposed to keep the place spotless. As he showed Tony his body, he showed off his thin sleek hairless legs, his small feet, and his cock between his legs, not erect, and half the original size than it was before, but John didn't notice that. "See?" He pointed to his shaft. "Male." Even if it was smaller and weaker than before, it was still very much a male part of his body.

"That's up for debate. Look at that thing." Tony pointed at John's crotch with a laugh. "That thing is so tiny! It may as well be a cunt!"

John's face flushed red. He wanted to smack Tony for mocking him! He wasn't that small! Sure, maybe he was mistaken for a female now and then, but just because he had a slim body, cat ears, cat tail, and a small shaft didn't make him female! He wasn't a… he didn't even remember what Tony said he was, but he wasn't that! He had to do whatever he could to get a hold of that genie. "Excuse me for a second. Me and my body have to check on something." He turned away from Tony and instinctively raised his tail. With his plump rear on display, he walked back to his room.

"This is unbelievable." John slammed his bedroom door in anger, and then looked over at his bed. He paused as he quickly realized that his entire room had undergone a change. While he still had a bed, his computer, and a small television, there were also dozens upon dozens of cleaning supplies arranged on a shelf. Sprays for glass, carpet cleaners, bathroom cleaners, and rags with paper towels to clean and scrubs to wash everything with. "It looks like the room of a maid who fucking gets off to cleaning." John recalled captions of people who were transformed into such things. Surely, such a thing could never happen to him… right?

John spent so much time looking around in his bedroom that it was almost as if he had forgotten why he was in there in the first place. He knew he was changing, but it was hard to figure out into what, and what he could do about it. He remembered the genie briefly, but he still forgot his wish. 'What would I want to wish for?' He pondered. 'Better cleaning skills? No, why would I want that? I'm already super good at cleaning and maintaining the house. I don't need extra skills for that. Uhm… some toys late at night? Oh come on, I have plenty of those!' As if to prove a point to himself, John opened up a clear container next to the bed and pulled out a large rubber pink dildo. He let out a laugh as he dropped it back down. "I'd best not let the master see that."
He then went to thinking about what was so wrong.
'I… oh wait a minute. I was totally wearing the wrong outfit earlier!' He undressed entirely in front of Tony earlier, but the clothes he had previously was totally wrong! That bastard made him wear such weird clothes. John knew what he normally wore, and he was going to fix that now! John opened up his closet and slipped on a black silk bra that went over his chest. The bra felt a few cup sizes too big, but he didn't care. He then put on a black and white maid outfit, a frilly French maid outfit that lacked pants, but he knew Tony liked it that way. His tail stuck out from the back, but that's also how it was supposed to be. 'Perfect.' He thought with a grin.

John walked back out to the living room with a scowl to Tony. "Look, there are a lot of bizarre things happening around here. I don't know how much you're in on it, but you…"

"Take a seat on my lap." Tony interrupted John. With a grin, he patted his bare lap with his cock pointing upwards shamelessly. "Then go ahead and let out your frustrations. I want to feel your thick furry ass."

John felt insulted, but he complied. He turned to face his rear towards Tony, unaware that gray and black striped fur grew along his growing ass. His cock was almost gone. Had someone glanced at his crotch, they wouldn't have seen any clear distinction of a male or female genitalia down there. He put his rear right on Tony's thigh and felt that shaft press his ass cheeks. "Tony, you're such a damn pervert." John groaned.

"And you love it." Tony reached underneath the dress and wasted no time in squeezing and toying with John's rear. "Come on, I want to feel your cunt getting wet from our foreplay."

John mentally groaned, but his face flushed red. He could feel the furry rear of his get squeezed, and before he could think of something as off, something else changed between his legs. With a small spurt of seed, his shaft retracted inside of him, and he quickly grew not horny with a cock, but damp with arousal, a feminine cunt that formed between his, now her legs, just like that.
'F-fuck…' She thought to herself in a voice that sounded more feminine than it did a moment ago. "I'm not… I'm supposed to be your maid, not a love toy." She stammered. 'Wait, am I supposed to be a maid? Ugh… what else would I be if not his maid?'

Tony pulled John in close. Without hesitation, he reached underneath her dress and gave her tits a squeeze with only the bra in the way. "You're just confused. Ever since that genie granted that wish, you've been so puzzled about what's going on. I can help clear things up about who you are and what you're supposed to do. I can imagine it's hard to think when lust fills your mind."

Many, many things were inside of John's mind. She was feeling very aroused, but also so confused. Today felt like a lifetime of change. She swore she woke up entirely different, but now she was something else, but if she did wake up as something else, what was it? And did Tony mention a genie? John knew she encountered a genie. No way Tony ran in to the same one! With whatever ounce of strength she had, she tried to pull herself off Tony, but she couldn't! Her head yelled no, but her body screamed yes.
"I don't think you're going to help. I need… I need to get back to cleaning. Those clothes won't wash themselves! Then I have to do the dishes, then vacuum, then sweep, then..."

"You need to relax. You know cleaning my cock is part of your routine." Tony chuckled and gave John another hug with her tits in his palms. "And I like it cleaned in many, many ways. Such as… oh you know, when there's too much dust on my shaft. You know how to take care of that."

'Do I ever know.' John hopped off Tony and spun around on one paw. She leaned down, and then paused at Tony's crotch. She raised her head up, still confused. What was so wrong about this? She did this all the time, didn't she? So what was so wrong if she did this all the time. She glanced down at her body, her tits covered with fur, and then she realized that her body wasn't covered with fur! "You changed me!" She exclaimed.

"Ah, only a little." Tony stroked John's head. "See, I wanted to see what you were like as a human. That was my wish. The wish didn't last long though and you're changing back into that slutty cat girl maid you always were. I'm terribly sorry, I thought you wanted to know what it was like being human. You'll change back after one good proper fucking."

So that was it! John wanted to smack Tony for making such a wish to transform her. Not only did she forget what she looked like, but she forgot her name! 'John' for a name for a cat was so wrong, especially a female cat like herself. "Dammit. Fuck you." John was a spicy catgirl maid, even if she was going to clean up after Tony and inevitably have fun with him. She rolled her eyes and glanced around the house. "That's why this place is such a pig sty. What did you turn me into? Just a human?"

"Also a male." Tony blushed. "But you're already changing back! We just need to have some sex, you do some cleaning, and you'll be back to your old self before you know it!"

'Gawd. He changed my thoughts too. Such a fucking pervert. What, was he into men for a day or something? Not that I discriminate against the meowster, just… I wish he asked me. Did he? I don't remember.' John could barely remember the genie. With a flustered sigh, she pulled at her french maid outfit, which felt better on her than it did before, but she was feeling hot. "Do you mind if I take this off?"

"Of course." Tony said with a laugh. "I swear you JUST put it on though, and you already want to take it off? You look so sexy in it, but I'm not going to argue. You're just as cute naked as you are wearing your outfit."

'I wear the outfit for cleaning and I keep it off for sex. You know that.' John thought, without even realizing how strange those thoughts were. She pulled off her french maid outfit and tossed it aside to reveal her body, entirely feminine, and slightly covered in fur and cat traits, but besides some fur on her rear, tits, whiskers, her cat ears and tail, she still looked very human. She even had human feet, though she'd refer to them as paws as that was what she knew she originally had. "Okay, start changing me back then." John commented. "And start with my name. It's not John, I know it's not."

"It's Jennifer. Or, Jennifeow as you like to call yourself sometimes." Tony teased with a smile. "Your body still isn't furry enough though… ah, I have an idea! Even though you just removed your outfit, would you care to do some cleaning in the nude? I know nude means sex for you, but it can also be very kinky for you to clean without clothes too."

'You're just going from one thing to another. But you are right.' Jennifer looked down at her body. The spots where she lacked fur suddenly felt so… wrong. Yes, she was a furry catgirl, no doubt about it. She grabbed a feather duster nearby and began to dust off a large shelf that had movies on them. While she dusted, she began to grow more fur over her body. She already had the feminine curves, something she was so grateful to have, but the more she worked, the furrier she got.
"How much should I clean before we have sex meowster? I'm so hot and horny." She let out a lewd meow, just as fur spread across her cheeks.

"Hah. You swap modes from cleaning to horny at the undress of that maid uniform." Tony teased. "But you know there's nothing more I love than seeing the… unique way you clean things. It's even more amusing when you're horny while doing it. Go on, clean the lower parts of that shelf, then the upper. Once you're finished, we can have our fun."

Jennifer gave an eager nod with a happy swish of her tail. Her body continued to transform, looking like a mixture of half feline anthro and female, but she was all the more eager to feel the change. Her body, hot from the desire to have sex, only grew hotter as fur covered her. She didn't get so hot that she sweat, but it was hard to ignore the burning desire inside of her, and the lack of that rod Tony had inside of her. She bent down without moving her knees to give Tony a wondrous view of her supple ass, and then reached up to clean the shelves on top, standing on her very tippie toes as they changed into big paw pads with her nails migrating to the front and sheathing, just like a cat's own nails would. She was on a mission to clean, as that's what she was meant to do, but with her mind elsewhere, it was impossible to think straight. "How much more do I have to clean, meowster?" She whined.

Tony's erection throbbed eagerly at the sight of Jennifer growing gray and black cat fur all over her body, and paw pads for her feet, though she'd keep her fingers, they'd just turn furry and develop claws on them that could not be sheathed, almost that of long fingernails. "Oh, I can tell you are so eager for some fun, aren't you? You're such a naughty catgirl maid. You're barely doing any cleaning at all! Heck, you're making a mess dripping with arousal!"

"I'm sorry." Jennifer's ears drooped. Truthfully, she was still conflicted. She knew her place as a catgirl maid, but confusion muddled her mind. She was a man at some point, yet it was hard to remember that. Then again, maybe she suppressed those thoughts as they weren't really enjoyable anyways. She rubbed her furry hands over her C cup tits and let out a lewd meow while her body began to purr. "I can't clean when I'm so needy though! You know that meowster! You are needy too!" Why was he denying her sex? She could tell he wanted it! All he was doing was teasing her! Meowster was never like that before. 

Tony let out a laugh and a nod. With a grin, he spread his legs for her. "Oh yes, I can tell. I'm sorry, I was having so much fun with you, watching you change. It's a shame I couldn't fuck you back to being that lovely catgirl maid, but I'm sure there will be other times for that." He patted his lap. "Come on, you've earned it. I'll give you that sex you so desperately desire."

Jennifer jumped for joy with a happy look on her now furry face. Deep down, something felt wrong, but a round of sex along with some good old fashioned cleaning would straighten things out, they always did! Jennifer leapt onto Tony and gave him a gentle nuzzle while her wet cunt was inches away from his erect cock. She had so many questions, but in addition to being Tony's catgirl maid, she wasn't smart as well. She blamed her inability to understand what was going on from that. Moreover, when she was in heat, it was harder to think. She could clean up the dirtiest of spots with next to no cleaning supplies and knew how to tease a man while cleaning to make them want to have some fun with her, but besides that, she knew so little else. She was glad to have Tony as a meowster to help her learn these various things, along with play time on top of that. With a deep loving kiss, Jennifer impaled herself on that cock, doing what she thought was just another round of 'cleaning' him. She'd be sure to give that shaft a much deeper cleaning too, and she'd love every bit of it.
