Fuming to myself while in the carriage, as with one of the problems with this trice damned cursed bunnysuit is having the urge to mate just like a bunny. Biting down on my lower lip to hold back a moan and wanting to wiggle my ass. Quite flustered by glad to get out of this town, as there were plenty of men of influence that wanted me for themselves.<br/><br/>Sticking out my upper body once more from the window of the carriage, my breasts waving in the air as I look around to make sure that it is finally happening!