A few drunk football fans had wandered past earlier, still talking about some penalty miss and stumbling into the highway. Clearly 1990 was not to be ...ngland's year either but he was not worrying about football, he was concerned about the beautiful barmaid who had served him the day before and whose movements he had followed.He scanned the road again. It was a busy road out of Bromsgrove, as it went towards Kidderminster, but the broken street lighting and adjacent park made it ideal and he had. “What about what you saw?”Suddenly his face appeared from under the covers in bewilderment. “What? What do you mean? What I saw?”“Yes!” She held up the vibrator. “This!” She said almost proudly.They both laughed which broke the ice.“What were you doing?” She finally asked and he sat up still covered by the bedclothes. “I was trying to suck my cock!” He said shyly.Her eyes widened. She had never seen anyone suck a cock and was intrigued. “Can you?” She questioned.Her brother’s face. I wanted something diaphanous to cover but not conceal all my girly bits, be easy to slip into and easy for me to adjust to get the visual effect I wanted. There had to be two pretty, floppy, bunny ears and last but not least I wanted a bunny tail. Ideally the back would be minimal and only something sufficient to hold the costume in front of me quite securely as I moved. The rear (as in rear-end) I wanted to be thong-like in nature, so there would be an illusion of me wearing nothing except a. And Chelsea, I want to apologize for any thing I ever saidto make you feel bad. There is no excuse for that sort of behavior onmy part and I hope to make it up to you. I am going to do all I can tohelp you succeed as a sissy maid and I hope you will one day become mypermanent sissy maid full time, that is if you can forgive me." Forgive you for what Ms. Jessica? There is nothing to forgive,besides I really, really, really would love to be your maid full timethat would be like my biggest dream.