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A damp patch upon the Indian maroon velour covering her Louis XV chair mirrored that which highlighted the now obvious cameltoe in her thongs crotch area.

Her social sensibilities told her to declare an audible “Euuuuww” in response to the descriptions she had just read, but her flushed features and painfully erect nipples would give the lie to that.

The rest of the family had homes elsewhere, including herself with a penthouse at a converted Victorian era riverside warehouse at Shad Thames. Karima Sindici or ‘the slut’ as her Daddy referred to her, led a hedonistic lifestyle and rarely contacted her offspring.

Daddy had asked her to stay over for the week he was due to be away and to exercise his dogs, Banga, Dip and Barghest, although why ever the staff couldn’t fulfil that menial task was beyond her.

A lover’s gift in recognition of her oral talents which she had received whilst still at school from, coincidentally, the mother of the hostess of that day’s luncheon engagement.

Dip, her Fathers gun dog, lay on the rug beside the log fire in her sitting room.

Taking the engraved gold straw from beside it Raven had snorted the narcotic and stepped into the ornate bath tub.

The maid was new, but had been warned about the behavior of the family members.

Her face remained neutral as the coke had been taken, and even whilst Raven had held her own pussy up to the pouring tap water, groaning in orgasm once the blood warm flow had pounded her clitoris enough to permit said spasm to occur. Raven allowed the maid to dress her and arrange her midnight black hair in ringlets following her bathing.

Raven breezed past the staff and up to the great stairway to the upper rooms and the bath she had instructed to be prepared.

Kicking off her hand made Salvatore Ferragamo’s on the bottom step she had shed clothing with every step and then the matching black lace Aubade bra and tie-up panties, retaining only the garter belt and Japanese silk seamed stockings.

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