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Much like the buildings that made up Pheffer-on-the-nusse The Bird in the Tree was quite whimsical. Bird cages, filled with exotic looking birds with brightly hued plumage, hung from the ceiling or were set upon stands everywhere Alice looked. Many of them were either whistling or singing softly. Tables filled the room, all occupied by a variety of guests.Nearest Alice a walrus slurped oysters from a shell whilst a rough man with crooked teeth gnawed upon a drumstick. Beyond them, a plump woman with bright green hair sipped wine whilst her companion, a pig wearing a smoking jacket munched on shepherd’s pie. Elsewhere, a bored looking gentleman in green velvet, one elbow resting upon a bright orange table cloth, filled his teacup with spoonful after spoonful of sugar as his companions – a scruffy looking fellow with whiskers and pointed ears much like a cat and a thin balding man clad in a pink tulle dress and wearing spectacles, his lower face hidden by a veil – animatedly waved their cutlery and shouted poetry at each other as if engaged in a debate.“Look, over there Alice. Do you see them?” the bishop said softly into her ear, pointing towards a table in the corner where two young women sat close together and kissed passionately, their desserts seemingly forgotten and untouched. “They look very much like sisters!” Alice exclaimed with shock. “Twins, by the look of them,” the bishop agreed. “Quite improper, wouldn’t you agree?”“Quite so,” And yet, she was unable to tear her eyes away from the pair even as they were led by a hostess to a nearby table. ‘I wonder if they are truly siblings or merely reflections of each other,’ she wondered, recalling her dalliance with her reflection as she continued to stare.“See Şerifali Escort anything you like?” her chaperone teased, startling her by brushing his fingertips along the nape of her neck.“Yes. I mean no. I mean- perhaps,” she breathed, flustered as she tore her gaze from the pair and regarded the menu that had been set before her without her noticing.  Nor had she noticed that the rooks chose to stand rather than sit, resembling guards rather than guests.“There are a wealth of delights to be sampled here.”“I see that,” she murmured, her cheeks burning. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the menu which seemed to be written in something resembling hieroglyphics.“I can order for you, is you wish,” the bishop said with a smile, coming to her rescue.“I would be most grateful.”The hostess was a willowy woman with mismatched eyes who, after the bishop recited a list of delicacies made her own suggestions to which he agreed to. Meanwhile Alice continued to watch the twins from the corner of her eye, strangely fascinated by their behavior, especially when their hands disappeared from sight beneath the table at which they were seated.“One has to wonder if they’re so bold in public, what goes on behind closed doors,” the bishop mused, his hand disappearing beneath the table as well to settle upon her thigh, his fingers stroking the fabric of her dress.“I can’t imagine,” Alice mumbled, biting her lip as the sensation began to stoke the embers of her lust.“I think you can,” he teased, his touch moving upwards and inwards. As for Alice, she simply folded her hands upon the table and glanced nervously at the rooks and then around the room, concerned that someone might be observing Şerifali Escort Bayan her and then, finally, at the women, both of who had honey-blonde hair and slim figures and were clearly unaware of being watched.“Have you ever tasted another woman, Alice?”“No. Yes? Her Ladyship…”“Has the prick of a man, Alice. Not the same thing, is it. Part your thighs for me. Please.”She spread her thighs, hesitating only slightly, and moaned softly as he pushed his hand between them, and began to stroke her cunny through the layers of her dress and undergarments. Her thoughts returned, once more, to her reflection and of what they had done together.“Once,” she admitted in and unsteady voice, nodding slowly.“Did you enjoy it?” “Yes,” she admitted as her breaths became increasing shallow and her thighs parted further beneath the cover of the table.“Would you like to taste them?”She felt his gaze upon her nipples which where attempting to poke holes through her undergarments and dress. “I- I cannot say.”“Cannot or will not?”  He began to rub her skillfully and, in response, she lifted her hips and pressed them against his fingers, rocking slowly back and forth upon her seat, her eyes slowly losing focus.“Please-“ she whimpered, trembling, suddenly aware of their hostess setting a plate of greens before her with a curious smile.“Yes?” She stood, paused, as if waiting for Alice to continue her request.Blushing furiously, Alice took a deep breath and tried to gather her thoughts, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.“I would very much like something to drink. Please?”“Tea,” the bishop took over for her. “Your special blend would be perfect.”He gave her a wink which she returned Escort Şerifali with a coy smile before leaving their table whilst Alice picked at the greens with a fork, examining them before taking a bite.“Oh,” she moaned softly. “These taste lovely.”“Just an overture of the delights still to come.”He continued to tease her, his touch light, keeping her aroused, but no more. From time to time she would glance over at the twins, who were feeding each other from their plates, lost in their own private little bubble, thinking how nice it would be to be seated between them and enjoy the touch of their lips upon hers or better yet, the touch of their fingers upon her flesh. Closing her eyes she imagined it was their touch, rather than the bishop’s, that was slowly driving her mad. She wondered what it would be like to climax here, at their table, surrounded by strangers, some of which were quite strange indeed. All eyes would be upon her as she tried to mask the way her body trembled and shook and stifle her cries of ecstasy. They would know, though. How could they not?“Your tea, Miss.”Alice’s eyes fluttered open just in time to watch the host place a porcelain teacup before her. It was quite lovely. A pastel blue with tiny white and yellow daisies pained along the rim. For the first time she noticed how pretty their server was, her mismatched eyes drawing her attention. They had a knowing look in them that made her blush furiously and look away, this time focusing on her tea.“Oh!” she exclaimed softly, amazed, for steam rose slowly from the cup forming whispy images. A bird taking flight became a rabbit with twitching ears. The rabbit became a playful cat, which in turn, became an armored knight hold a sword which then became a fierce looking dragon and then, an elephant.“How does it do that?” she asked, breathlessly, barely aware of her dress slowly rising, baring more and more of her stockinged legs.“It’s a secret blend, brewed only here. It’s rumored to be magical, if you believe in such things.”

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