"Oh my..." Jeanie says as she watched the children move about, resting her eyes upon two boys and a girl who didn't seem to be doing much. "You three," she points at them, "what are your names?"
Only one of them responded, "Well, I'm Damien. She's Gwen and his name is Fay," he told her with a firm voice. He had slick, raven black hair down to his shoulders and piercing emerald eyes. He was of a slender, but muscular (for his age) form and was well endowed. He stood with his arm wrapped around Gwen's waist, his hand almost absently resting just above her pubic bone.
Gwen had been gifted with a head full of thick, wild, curly locks of red flames that fell down to just a little past her hips, almost in a teasing fashion. Her physique was thin with just the hint of an extended stomach (not at all over-weight or too skinny). She was leaning back against Damien's chest, her icy blue eyes gazing down at Fay, whom was on he knees before her.
Fay had silky platinum blond hair that seemed almost shaggy, falling down past his ears a bit, almost as though he were in desperate need of a hair cut. His eyes were deep and the color of melted chocolate. As he looked up at her, you could tell just how enraptured by her that he truly was. His own aroused member stood erect, straining up in the direction of his stomach.
Jeanie felt her lips curl up into a grin even more so then before. "How would you three like to be my special assistants?" Their eyes widened and they nodded rapidly. With a flick of the djini's wrist they had vanished from atop her chest and reappeared moments later to her right side once again in their original sizes (which was still smaller than her).
Jeanie turned her head towards them and smiled, being sure to keep an eye on the kids on her body as well as the ones before her. "Now then..." she started.