The royal family was surrounded by such necessary support but they seldom would treat with support staff unless it was a matter of some import.She had...been advised by her first cousin Lord Tinder, often referred to as the “Lion hearted” that Sir Alfred was a charming sort of fellow, but never to play cards or chess with him because he hated to lose and was the most annoying of creatures whenever he won.Alice remembered that specific warning because it was shortly after that short bit of advice. They all turned her off, however, since all they saw in her was a bitch for their own pleasure. She liked women, but she was not into the games that most dykes play with each other. She liked sex for the sex, not for the games. She knew she needed to get at her homework again. It wasn’t due until Friday, but it was now Tuesday night, and she hadn’t even started on the report for it. She really pined for someone to study with. It made the work go so much better. She had seen those that grouped. All that week we made our plans and talked about what we could do. We would strip right after his mom put us to bed and get started working on our buttholes first, we had recently discovered the great feelings we could get from playing with our little holes. Friday finally arrived and I kissed my mom goodbye and headed to Mark's house with a little overnight bag she had helped me put together. I had a change of clothes, my toothbrush, a stir stick I found that felt great up my asshole, my fur. Ah, ah, oh, Betty, Betty stop, you have to check Maggie! She's stopped moving! I hope she just fainted, I've never seen anyone go out, the way she did!" Mmmm, she'll be okay! Oh hell, I better check anyway!" she helped me move Maggie off of me and lay her on her back. She held her cheek close to Maggie's mouth, "She's breathing fine, sort of panting! Okay, where was I? Oh, yes!"I felt her creative ministrations, back spreading my vulva, as she tongue danced around and inside me."Oh, so that's.