Why don't youtake little Kellie and fix her hair while I take her mother to look atthe bags of clothes we have for little Kellie okay?"Did sister Kare... just call me a she? I'm sure I heard her wrong. Anothernun walks up to us. "Excuse me sister Karen, father Justin would like tosee you and sister Alice when you bring in Ms. Tina inside." Oh great father Justin is back that is great. We were just talking aboutsister Alice trimming up little Kellies bangs and making little Kellieshair look. And then, she did! Six hard swats tomy rear end. I could even hear the others cheering. I had never beenmore humiliated! These pictures would be all over Facebook tomorrow.How was it I had not realised that our name tags gave our old male namesas well as our bunny names? The tags were worn at waist level so thatdiners could read them easily. Mine said 'Bunny Delia formerly Colin'!The next morning found me, dressed in my bunny girl costume, standingbefore his desk in the office of the local. My head began to swim again, like that very first night. I quickly found a place to park and without a word, Steven leaned over and began undoing my pants. I breathed in sharply, anticipating his young, incredible mouth on me. He made me moan out loud as he slid his lips around me and took my cock down his velvet-like throat.I found myself lost in the pleasure again, lost in the lust. As he sucked me, my hand found his hard dick and rubbed it through his jeans. Quickly freeing it and feeling. As se approached, Jennie spotted several freighters, commuter ferries and recreational boats in the not-to-far-distance. "They'll be fun to play with next," Jennie mused.Now within 100 feet of the bridge, Jennie could see that she had been spotted. Cars began coming to a screeching halt, a truck rear-ended an SUV with a ferocious roar and another car rammed into a support beam. The 125-foot Jennie approached as gracefully as she would on a photo shoot, taking in the screams of panicked people..