What is she doing to the cowgirl?

After the brunette has wound your key as far as it will turn, she releases her grip. A strange, but, wonderful, feeling of sexual euphoria rushes over your body. You feel yourself tremble for a moment. Then, the feeling passes, and you are once again able to move.

"Oh, she's moving!" the blonde cowgirl exclaims in a Texan-sounding accent. "I wondered if she might be-be-be . . . broken."

"Uh oh, you're winding down!" the blonde cheerleader says to the cowgirl with an excited, ditzy-sounding voice.

The brunette smiles warmly. "Welcome, Maria!" she beams at you. Did she just call you "Maria?" "I'm Danielle. The schoolgirl doll over here is Missy. The cowgirl is named Princess." All three curtsey at you.

Standing up, you grab the edges of your short black maid skirt and perform a curtsey of your own. "Hello," you reply.

Suddenly, the cowgirl seems to seize up and freeze where she is standing. "Nice . . . to . . . meet . . . you . . . you . . . y . . . ." Her voice trails off. A friendly smile remains on her face, but she is completely immobile.

"Is she okay?" you ask worriedly.

The ditzy schoolgirl giggles. "She's fine," she says. "After someone winds her up again, she'll be able to move." A sly grin comes over the schoolgirl's dainty face. "I don't plan to wind her up right now, though."

The schoolgirl crouches down and places her hands on the knees of the frozen cowgirl. "Mmmm, I love the feel of these pantyhose," the schoolgirl moans. She starts to run her hands up the cowgirl's legs and under the cowgirl's red skirt held up by the poufy petticoats. She then lifts up the cowgirl's skirt and petticoats with one hand. With the other hand, she starts stroking the cowgirl's white panties at the crotch. The cowgirl, unable to move, shows no reaction, smiling broadly at nothing in particular.

"She loves this," the schoolgirl giggles delightedly.

"How do you know?" you ask.

"Because when I've been frozen, she's done the same thing to me," the schoolgirl answers. She glances over your curvy hips, your stocking-clad legs, your sensuous boobs, and your carefully made-up face. She licks her lips and says, "After you've wound down, maybe I'll show you how it feels."

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