A. George) and Alexandra (a.k.a. Alex) were in their early 40s and far from being friends. Georgina came from upper London and owned a riding school, ...an thoroughbreds and fucked a number of high-class dolls. Recently, she had been naughty and sometimes crossed over the imaginary line which separated upper and lower London. She had fucked a few of Alexandra’s girls. Alexandra was a factory worker. She patronized the lower London clubs and was top butch in all of them. She had a few battle scars. She made some quip about needing to askthe boss, but she could probably swing that in return for sexual favors.I leered at her. She threw a pillow at my head.We decided to head out and enjoy what was now midafternoon. I got dressedin a new black and gray lacy top and my first calfskin leather skirt thatClaire had purchased for me. A set of slightly higher heels than I hadever worn before, with a 3-inch lift complemented the outfit. Claire worea stunning belted sundress and her own matching. Each time it thrust forward she tried to bury it full length inside. She was waiting for it to open. If Felton's moan was of a certain low-throaty pitch, from experience she knew that her hot mouthing of his hole was having the desired effect.She removed her tongue from the chute and encircled the rim of the hole with her lips. Her mouth clamped around the hole and she sucked in hard.As she drew on it her tongue ran a wet line around the sucked open rim. Felton's low moan of sensual excitement. Squinting through her blurred vision, Connie saw a large white bird sitting on the windowsill. 'Strange,' she thought. 'I swear that looks like a raven.' She shook the thought from her head. 'Impossible. I've never heard of a white raven.'She put the blade down on the tiled floor and reached up towards the bird. He sat still, watching her with a wise eye, his head tilted towards her. As her hand approached the sill, he suddenly opened his beak as if to squawk, but merely ruffled his feathers.