"Looks like she's getting her strength back. Just in time, the party'sgoing to start soon!" Calista pulled her fist from my rear fuckhole andwiped her...elf clean with a towel. "Are you ready for the last step ofyour transformation Bunny?" She picked up a silver collar from the benchand stepped in front of me, holding it out. On it, in large letters wasthe name "Bunny-Slut". "Thats you for tonight sweetie. You're a fuckablerubber Bunnyslut. Our guests are going to make good use of your holes. ....Between the two assignations, copious amount of emails had been exchanged, nothing explicate, they did not have to been, all they had to close their eyes to relive the hour or more of pure pleasure.The hour was approaching; the actual day had been agreed days in advance; this time it was going to be an evening encounter, possibly lasting the whole night.There was a delicate tap at the door, it sounded like angle wings; he had not gone to heaven; heaven had come to him. They embraced,. ’ He half wished he’d accepted Rosemary’s pleading for him not to see Alan, but it was too late now. He went to the door and admitted a hangdog Alan. They went into the lounge and Glen indicated that Alan should sit. He threw the pair of socks over saying, ‘There’s your socks,’ is there anything else you’ve left behind?’ ‘No,’ mumbled Alan. ‘I’m sorry our friendship has to end like this, Alan, but I’d like to know how this thing got started.’ ‘At a party a couple of years ago.’ Glen shot. Oddly as hot as the night was, his hand was like ice. But that didnt matter. He picked her tonight, and to repay him, she would make sure he had a night of mind blowing pleasure. They walked past a darkened alley. And suddenly they were enveloped by the shadows. Marco pressed Abbey up against the brick building,pinning her with his muscular frame. He thought it would fgrighten her, make her pulse race, make the blood a bit sweeter, instead she reached down and started rubbing his cock and.