None of them know it's you. They can'trecognise you in the bodysuit."Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Rabbit Warren. I amyour hostes...s, Bunny Delia, and this is Bunny Clare. We shall be servingyou tonight."Things went okay to begin with. The group was lively, as I would haveexpected, but gradually a lot of whispering developed, centred mostlyround the women, which died down and stopped whenever I approached. Itwas almost as if they were whispering about me.Bunny Clare, whose. “Shush!” Jason laughed. “I want to hear this! What would the competitions be?”“If you think you’re getting involved in this,” Fran threatened with a menacing look, “you better pack your things and get them out of my room!”“Oh, let him have his vicarious fun,” Sophia laughed, then turned to Robby. “What contests?”“Hmm,” Robby grinned. “Striptease. Oral sex. Regular sex. And freestyle!”“Freestyle?” I asked.“Whatever the girl wants to do to win, I can’t imagine you’ll object. It’s her chance to. The white tank top that she had on strained to hold in her large tits and the deep neck line showed enough cleavage to make any woman jealous….and any man hard. I was no exception. Not to be outdone Jessica had chosen a similar outfit with her jean skirt and black tank.“Wow. You girls change or minds or something? You got dates? I feel kind of under dressed.” I chuckled as I stood there in a pair of loose fitting shorts and an old t-shirt. They assured me that I looked fine and we all climbed. My knees gave out. It was wonderful butembarrassing as I slid down the front of the cabinetsand ended up on all fours on the floor with thispitiless youngster squatting behind me, knees bent,hands on my shoulders, tearing at my babydoll top anddrilling me for all he was worth, bent over me andsnorting with effort, banging his massive balls againstmy soggy slit, grunting like a hog. I had tried to count but lost track when I came and hewas well over a hundred rams then. I put my head downon the.