Just as I had hopedfor, the back of my long golden blonde Dolly Parton typewig was suddenly gripped by a strong open fingered handwhile his thrusting ...trong hips delivered his oval shapedcockhead to the very beginning of my always tight throat!On my very next meeting with Mike the following Friday night,I would learn from him that he had always had a strong sexualfantasy of making a cute passable she male sissy like me,into his own personal totally Submissive Slut to selfishlyand secretly use!. Jack screamed from the back, "Play Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue."Sugar and Trixie both smiled and yelled back, "That's our favorite song."So, they began to dance, and a couple of the other bunnies joined in, and all began to strip.Jack walked to the stage to tip the bunnies with his bushel of carrots. He slid the carrots into their G-strings, leaving a rather disturbing bulge.When he got to Trixie, she slapped his hand away. She said, "Silly rabbit, we don't want those kinds of carrots. We. I’ll have her go over it for anything she sees that she doesn’t understand or agree to. Might was well dot the i’s and cross the t’s.’ He nodded his agreement. We talked about my move to Charlotte and the upcoming wedding. He’d received his invitation and was planning on being there with Jerry, his wife. From there, they were headed to a golf resort south of Myrtle Beach for a week’s vacation. Both of them were avid golfers. When I left the office, I checked my cell for messages and there was. He went to the local shop – there is just the one: it does everything – food, drink, medications, general store. You know the sort of place.He sat down and had a snack, then bought a new haversack with plenty of pockets for all his samples. He seems to have collected more than he expected, which was why he needed the extra carrying capacity. He was quite pleased with himself, it seems; at least that was the impression the people in the shop got. Oh, and he bought more supplies to replace what.