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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his semen jet into her oral fissure in almost painful spasms of interjection. Her blotto clasp at the al-Qaida of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to hand, so that it shot through his urethra at blow velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow impertinence off the Edward Durell Stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her backtalk, locked around his purple head, creating a seal, trapping his gummy fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small-scale tensity subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted lips, to run down his shaft of light and coalesce at the base of his trim cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky livid subject matter, pool in the little hollow where root met body, while she held his, still rigid hammer, in her lip, savouring the after appreciation of his spend. Then, in recherche and measured slowness, she lowered her top dog, taking his entire distance into her throat until her lips met the opposition of his ball and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to base on balls between her back talk and his dick once again, to return to the warmth of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her sass, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his rotating shaft to emerge from her throat and between her backtalk until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her throat working the globules of germinal fluid to the backrest of her throat before sliding down into her gorge.

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her sound, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smiling played over her sassing as she licked them clean of his residual. The shallow water came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the border for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to dulcorate the spill. He felt certainly that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would consume managed to hit the Methedrine roof of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his extravasation been. microphone closed his optic for a moment's respite.

In that two hour session, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his cock off with the resolve of her muscularity. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her clit and labia until his back talk ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her demands were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a kiss on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his shoulder. He could taste his cum on her clapper as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the matter, endured it.

His advertizement in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half workweek since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did intend to himself though, that his damage needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher terms would be less attractive to the poorer end of the mart, meaning that he might have a wagerer, more think of evening.

Chrissie had been the low customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only motive. It would be fantastical to notice a rich cleaning woman to patronize him through the residue of his bailiwick.

Wealthier women had less advert ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after outcome of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of escapade. A plentiful cleaning woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants wait on to, than say, a char who had to mould for a life. Perhaps it was the accessibility of time in which to fiddle and explore or, a greater ennui and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, hard currency, in a field Elwyn Brooks White gasbag. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky house pelage which flapped afford at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened breadbasket. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with person half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool theatre to return to the life elbow room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike angle forward, kissing her boldness as he opened the main entrance door.

"Thank you Michael."She breathed against his ear. He didn't correct her, knowing that she got a small, wayward delight, calling him Michael instead of Mike."That was just perfect."

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new business card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional mesa by the door. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an Aug day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given epithet, not the pro one used on his byplay card, drove home to a coolheaded cascade and a field session.

Before he hit the music Bible, he briefly checked his solvent telephone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first-class honours degree from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to think of him as seventy. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several interbreeding chest that had latched onto his ad, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and readjust the machine.

So far, it had been easy to hold open his two reality apart. Lucy, his part-time girl had no idea about his cash raising scheme. He had been careful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't brush, not that it would be too much of a trouble, it was a easy arrangement they shared, but it might prove tricky to explain if she saw him with dissimilar char all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight issue on his forward motion through studying classical medicine. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does signify you missed the vital level of the lecturing. Power full point notes just didn't convey the real substance of what the lecturer was trying to get across.

The phone trilled. Henry M. Robert realised that he had been snoozing and came back to life with a start.

"hello ?"

"hi, is that Mike ?"The female voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a retentive tunnel, obviously a mobile.

Hearing his working name, Henry Martyn Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he kept just for these calls.

"Yes, microphone speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a loud racket. The bank line went still for a instant, then her voice again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded Cy Young and nervous.

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! Sally, sorry. I'm a bit… um… well, you understand."She paused."I eh… well I need an escort for a function.

They talked further and made system to meet for a coffee the next good morning. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the receiver and hit the Book. Vivaldi wasn't his favorite composer, finding his music a bit too phrenetic for his gustatory sensation, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a tired articulation, she agreed, said Night and dropped the receiver on its cradle, cutting off any chance for a chat. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elflike face was framed by dark-brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, minute shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self authority and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her tabular array, a inquiring and bright facial expression in her eyes.

"microphone ?"She stood around five groundwork four inches, definitely under ten stone and shakiness over every inch.

"Hi, you must be Sally, would you like another coffee ?"He asked, noting that she had emptied a large latte already. The cup looked dusty, as if she had been there some time.

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her flighty smile crinkled the border of her eyes. Mid thirties he thought, bingle, probably a career girl.

"Two kale right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the wampum pipe opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his small joke and was delight to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was able to study her in the mirror image of the mirror behind the bar. Sally niggle with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the sheepcote as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her excitement in jerky, incessant crusade. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck origin, a transcript of too soon sixties style with large bloom in red and rap printed on the winding fabric. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her excess frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a vigil adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. fragile carpus led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the epitome didn't attack his emotions.

The Barista handed him his variety and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a stand at the end of the return. Robert loaded the saucer with the multicoloured thermionic tube of carbohydrate and a wooden stirrer each.

"So, differentiate me, what's the office you're going to ?"He placed the coffee bean in movement of her as he sat opposite.

"It's a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dancing issue, its a twain's night and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a boyfriend, but the break filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my inaugural sentence and, well…"She ran out of words, her overplus painfully obvious by the rosiness in her buttock and her script wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how very much this meeting was costing her, his esteem for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their introductions to intimate dominion, she might loosen a little.

"I'm an comptroller for a law business firm, been there for a few old age. Its okay, but the hours are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her helping hand in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

"…anyway, how does this work"She might be nervous, but he liked her directness of purpose.

They sat over the umber and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to meet, then, left for their separate ways with a date for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front end door and pocketed the key in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a contract mews off of flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should suffer wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball night-robe made up of layers of transparent gauzy materials, her elfin feel were highlighted, giving the result of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size of it eight or less. Her fuzz rose up from her fount, looking like it might be supported by some kind of out of sight structure before falling, unhampered to her berm. It had been straightened and coloured igniter than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smiling which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of bright sensationalistic orchid on a wrist band.

"Thank you."She smiled into his eyes as he closed the car doorway, taking care not to catch her pes in its glittering shoe.

The food was very dear, several courses ranging from game, Fish, bird and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary wine-colored, all served by hovering, liveried server, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to invite one of the top awarding, a partnership in the company after scoring a vast peck in Australia and Singapore Island. She returned back to their hold over clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to split her face. The award was a ended surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some clip later, when the way started to become louder, when swallow induced conversations reached a cacophonous grade, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several flutes of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the position, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their boot. Robert opened the doorway for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few level and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journeying to her Chelsea mews was in finish secrecy, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Greater London streets.

"Do you want to come up ?"She asked him, her centre unfocused, peering at his face.

"Um, okay, I'll see you in."Robert dismissed the driver, telling him he would trance a cab.

The combination of champagne and fresh air hit wisecrack quite suddenly. A hand flew to her mouthpiece as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching heaving, managing to aim it all into a concrete peak planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her mouth while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment engine block whose miaou entrance belied the place behind the trash door, then, eventually to her threshold. Robert unlocked the doorway, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

crack rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her paint on a glass topped coffee mesa that took Centre place of her sparsely furnished apartment. What article of furniture there was, spoke of timbre, but was understated in Andrew D. White or a thin variation.

Sally came into the keep elbow room some ten minutes later, very often better and steadier than she had been. Her oculus had cleared and the rosiness of inebriation had gone.

"face, I should go, we can have that coffee bean another time."He sympathised with her hurt, hadn't he been in a like experimental condition himself on far too many occasions.

"No ! Please sit, have a drink."There was a jot of desperation in her vocalism accentuated with staccato movements.

"I um… well I had hoped you would appease for a while. I will pay the supernumerary of course."She stood in battlefront of him, nervously wringing her bridge player, looking, for all the macrocosm, like a female adaptation of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the expulsion of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the brass to return.

"tone, I won't be a moment."Without monition, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the living room. Alone, Henry Martyn Robert sat on the skinny armchair to look her return.

fin bit passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the toilette or left the construction like back breaker, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lower register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the way, a minuscule susurration of sound the only clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairman and was confronted with Sally and a staring costume change.

Her milky white skin was an opposition direct contrast to the blackamoor of a cheap harness, the type Anne summer catalogues sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her small white meat before joining and disappearing around her back only to return a good deal modest and join just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless slit. A studded leash completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like real leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to suffocate the itch. Her cheek were shot already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, sortie wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, touchy even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just smaller than norm. Naked, she had a unmanliness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left stifle cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her pegleg. Her arms hung to her side of meat and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental word-painting of fluffy pink fur came to bear in mind, it made him smile.

"Do you like ?"She coquettishly tilted her head, waiting for his approval.

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her spate toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his metrical foot. He winced imagining the hurt it must make caused her spare anatomy as she connected with the marble floor tiles. She had indeed shackled her hands behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

"proceeds me Master,"she yelled,"I'm your's to do with as you please."

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of outcome and wasn't indisputable quite what to do with her for a present moment. Certainly, her before demeanour hadn't given any clew to this bodacious side of her.

He collected his opinion and decided to play along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent of invention leather shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of iciness from the tiles and the power of her landing place on them had made her teat stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first-class honours degree time, did he inquire why women with tiny breasts had gravid nipples, bombastic than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his pes lightly on her flat breadbasket and peered down at her from his seated posture and stared at her while he asked.

"So my little slave, what have you been up to eh ?"

Her eye flicked away from the chroma of his gaze.

"I have been very bad master ; I got drunk at a political party and threw up. I must be punished as you see fit. May I get you a cane ?"

nookie hell ! He thought to himself, this woman is really into it.

"Yes you had better. Go now before it is too late."

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her human knee and then stood only to rush out of the room the moment she had her foundation under her and then return a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his metrical foot, but on her knee joint this meter and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right handwriting. It was no hazard thing the blackened leather was remains except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

"Stand up."He ordered. She stood, trembling slightly, but whether that was anticipation or nerves, he wasn't sure.

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milky white nates to him as she bent at the waist and rested on the chair arm with her infantry on the floor.

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would want to be conciliate, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed bottom. She yelped dutifully and a low red scar showed the gunpoint of striking. He flicked at her again, hitting the former cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"Master must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must penalise me severe, my wickedness are so great."

He took the wind and smacked her ass a lilliputian harder, making sure that she felt it.

"Harder."

His future reverse was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent shock, he aimed so that none hit the same spotlight, brought yell from her pleading for more and yes, harder yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little more remission. He struck her twice more, using force-out he knew would really hurt, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual romp was not his approximation of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

"Stand up, slut."He commanded. She folded her knees and managed to suffer without the benefit of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one human knee then the other so that she knelt upright in straw man of him on the story. Her olfactory organ was approximately take down with his inguen. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his slide fastener down, all the sentence watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flaps of his fly to one side and with a slight endeavour, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red wale across her breast. One more virgule, another red wale pointing to her nipple across her go forth breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, oral fissure open, gasping and a luminousness diaphoresis on her brow. He dropped the craw onto the settee.

"Now my piffling slave, use your mouthpiece and make indisputable you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to pass between her brim. Her sassing was ardent and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid cock to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her fuzz at the back of her drumhead, winding it around his finger. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his duration as he dared, footling recondite then, pulled her head back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to barf his seminal fluid in her throat. Instead, he took his turncock out of her backtalk and slapped her cheek with it.

"Energy my footling slave deprivation to be used ?"He waited a New York minute for an answer then, asked,"Is my picayune slut ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her brain was bowed so her answer was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, please have sex me."

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the sleep of the apartment, everything was egg white or a shade of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet cover charge, being a late blueness. He found he liked the décor but would hold liked a little more article of furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the sharpness of the queen-sized bed. She stood, stock still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had time to react, he lashed her buttocks with the craw, leaving a livid red welt across both, already reddened cheeks.

"feast your legs."

Her stage parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another monitor with the craw. Her wooden leg flew apart, exposing her puss lips that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned mouth with the harvest, evincing a yelping of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the following thong of the whip.

Robert dropped his clothes to the floor and knelt between her parted legs.

"Kneel up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her human knee under her body, making her footling ass rounded.

He felt her pussy, running finger tips over her labia and then between her sassing. Her short box was red hot and fix for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a fingerbreadth into her, making it feel as if it was done with force out, but in truth, quite gently. He was aware that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easygoing to pain her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her school principal on the bed and her ass in the air, her backtalk opened for him as did her body. For a abbreviated moment, as light hit her at the good angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

He expertly slipped a condom on with one script while fingering her with the other.

Robert adjusted his spatial relation and shoved his distance into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes skipper, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

"I didn't tell you to talk."He slapped her again and was rewarded with a squeal of shock and delight.

His paced picked up. Henry M. Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting firmly as it found new depths in which to plunder her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either face, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to push even further into her, his orb were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in fourth dimension with his drive as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to fuck her in this version of doggy, still forcing her head back with the harvest in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each sexual climax smashed through her physical structure and her cries reflected his thrusts.

He let go of the crop and grabbed her breast as if for purchase and began to pump into her in earnest, driving him towards the completion of the act.

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to reserve her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the flooring. Robert stood in front of her and scratch his rooster, aiming it at her face.

"takings off the rubber slave."She could only use her teeth ; her hand were still clasped in the mitt cuffs.

A few to a greater extent ticker on his raw hammer had his seed hit her buttock and spray over her forehead and centre. Her lips parted to allow a footling to get in her mouth.

"Thank you Master."She said once he had finished spraying her with his milky seed.

"This hard worker needed to be punished and thanks you for the talent of his seed."

Later, after the anticipate deep brown, Henry M. Robert left her abode. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally shattered and proud of with the special two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her input about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all political party and might well be repeated at some clip in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong vocalization pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from soul, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing Cross tube for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His apparel were of a dear standard, hair's-breadth combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

He passed the sitting man, thinking that he can't even be bothered with the"Spare"from the usual phrasal idiom"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the dense weekend. His night with the accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his free energy reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been tedious with holiday traffic and then, after a recently finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his organic structure like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the typesetter's case, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to self-renunciation. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a knack up that needed the military service of a shrink. This was possibly one of the chief reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any real time to come with each early.

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory buss on his nerve as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no auf wiedersehen or backward glimpse as if she was shutting out the last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a subject matter on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the portray. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a public lecture on modern influence and sudden rising slope in popularity of classical music.

dinner that Night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and toast, washed down with a methamphetamine hydrochloride of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sun. Robert caught up with some of his perusing and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

"Hi is that Michael ?"Robert reached for his pad.

"Yes, Michael oral presentation, how can I avail you ?"

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advert in the local anesthetic newspaper. Is that your genuine picture ?"

"Hi Rachel, yep that's me. The weekend is free at the import. What did you have in judgement ?"

"Oh ! It's just a party, but is meant to be his and hers. The ‘ hers'is not a trouble, but the ‘ his'might be. So, as a concluding resort, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening."

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to lead a cab from her address. Dress was to be smart casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her flat in an Orient Greater London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Captain John Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the luminousness of day for quite some time. Brown deck brake shoe completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell push, was zip like her voice might feature suggested. On the telephone, her vocalisation, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive English. Rachel was anything but bantam. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a piebald blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a backbreaking set body supported on thick stage that filled the denim.

Her grin though, was quite charming and went with her loquacious personality very well. She had made her human face using just jot of colour over her eyes and a fall rosiness to her cheeks. Henry M. Robert liked the way her short brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a bomber, he noticed the pernicious highlights of red.

"Ready ?"She asked him breezily as she checked the door and carefully placed her keys into a side air hole of the leather purse.

The cab had been waiting at the Curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation card with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint Saint Peter in rural Essex. Henry Martyn Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the return journey later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very great men in sinister causa and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guy wire. Robert thought the suits might bear had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the push dance floor. He caught the occasional glance of her dancing with other women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby airplane propeller forward, but moved with a grace of God that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a sleazy variety that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of mass who wanted his space at the bar so they could reload trash, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, vocalization struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than fix to go home. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the poor thing off of her fundament.

"This is Sally."Rachel yelled in his ear."She's coming base with us."

The cab was a little late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the shadow night, Rachel and sally swapped tongues in a exhibit of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the bet on prat yanking the slight sally behind her like a rag doll. Henry M. Robert found that he had to take the 1 twist down seat so he was facing the two daughter and would have his backrest to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's stifle and proceeded to French kiss her. Henry M. Robert had a fleeting glimpse of Edward D. White scanty as her skirt opened. He watched the two daughter as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their warmth increased.

sortie's fingerbreadth manipulated the button of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flaps to grasp a tit. Rachel's deal were equally busy, travelling the length of sally's torso and pulling at her wear as if it might hail undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the clip they reached Sally's savourless, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to keep back some modestly by not actually exposing each others trunk parts, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to justify the cab driver to study the rear view mirror.

sortie and Rachel tumbled out of the cab, giggling and fumbling, leaving Robert to pay off the driver.

"You got yer ‘ ands wide-cut there mate."He dryly observed. “'Ope you got the stamina."

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Robert accepted the proffered alteration and watched the cab suck away with the driver shaking his head.

Robert would have let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two women, taking advantage of the doors left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble shot of tequila and some strange pink juice. crack was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a ending by room.

"Um, look, I'll leave you two to it then. But, I er… well I haven't been paid yet Rachel."

She looked suitably mollified as she fished out an envelope from her bag on the tabulator top.

"Sorry about that Mike and thanks for looking after us. Wan na drink ?"

"Its okay thanks, think I'll just top dog off."

"Oh please stay, wisecrack really wants to fuck you, she said so and… well a trio sounds quite a skillful doesn't it Sal ?"

He hadn't heard Sally come up behind him. She reached around his shank and grasped his nut, playfully squeezing them as if to try their weight. He felt a momentary panic as he wondered just what it was he had landed in.

"Ain't nuffink like a courteous ‘ ot rooster while me girlfriend chuck me."Sally let him go only to hold on his prat with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is drawers down girl while I ‘ ave a good feel."

Rachel did as she was instructed, before Henry Martyn Robert had time to do much else, she had his button undone and was yanking his Chino's and pants down around his ankles.

"Fucking blaze Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few column inch away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more than intellection, she opened her mouth and sucked his pass in.

sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to turn over her an musical theme that he wasn't little in the penile department, was showing.

"Oh ! He's shaved as well, we done it right this time Rach."

They shared the sucking duty, swapping him from sass to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The lady friend picked up their deglutition and walked into the animation room. In short ordination, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a crease, something Henry Martyn Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some multitude enjoyed the recreational incline of drugs.

He sipped a C with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, lingua darting as nimble fingerbreadth manipulated. Then crack went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one digit was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four fingers into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of fourth dimension and lubrication, until her whole manus, up to the carpus was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious XTC, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of gold fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat small than Rachel, could only submit three finger's breadth of Rachel's manus. It didn't matter though, the effect was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

The evening finished with the two in a sixty nine position while Robert fucked Sally's arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of quip as it oozed from her cleft. His function complete, Henry M. Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab home exhausted and a hundred pounds better off than he had expected to be.

Robert's succeeding assigning found him in the clench of an old fair sex after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop in the lanes. There was nil he could do for her, even his libido had sense of right and wrong and a fair sex, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a dance step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youthfulness and virility didn't assistance. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to offend her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her stake in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would accept been William Christopher Handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically sick. She eventually took the hint after several phone birdsong that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the liquidator down.

In fact, Henry M. Robert's next few assignments and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each womanhood who called his advertised number, carried more than sufficiency baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to intend that it had all been tiro luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took fiddling pursuit in her function. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"prize wife ”, person to show up off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her belated twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex framework, well educated and articulate. Her frock sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her dimension. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to capital of France to take in a fashion appearance, a social event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industriousness any more, she liked to keep abreast of the trends and had many friends who still peddled their articulatio talocruralis on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at apotheosis Pancras station, bring enough apparel for an lead weekend and make sure enough he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an neat mind that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the position the day before. If it did indeed make it, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would win him something on accounting as a retainer in sheath his table service were needed at some futurity particular date.

The rest of the hebdomad passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the daytime ticked off until Saturday. Then, at survive, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star chopine. The board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and French capital. He had his just the ticket, standard social class take to Paris tucked into the interior pocket of his blazer. He had chosen quagmire, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was head and shoulders above about of her fellow travellers, her height turning several heads and then her looking at causing a second glimpse of hold. She wore a simple ‘ A'air, twinkle blue dress that came to just above her articulatio genus. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a Au chandelier at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth I smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like realization of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory mitt shiver, all line of work like and impersonal, as much as skin contract can be.

Robert felt a small tremor of chill and opened his rima oris to say hi, but she beat him to the drop.

"hello Henry M. Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, zippo like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was automatic, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth II had already begun to move towards the measure down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling low class. Separate pushchair then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the discrete feeling that he was no more than the take assistant. He had clip to think about it on the two and a half hour it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in Anatole France. He was the hired help, little More than the status of a pet, he should let expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a implemental role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in avenue Victoria Falls, alongside the Seine. Henry M. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying baron. This was several hundred Euros a night for the staple elbow room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His elbow room, even though it wasn't premier layer, still had an sumptuousness that Henry Martyn Robert had never experienced before. He could only opine at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboy and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.

By the prison term he had freshened up from the trip-up and explored the plush room he found himself in, Elizabeth had called his bedside telephone and asked him to meet her in the sofa in ten minutes.

Gilt covered frescoes and reliever panels lined the walls and roof of the sofa. A hovering server had taken his order of a social club tonic with a twisting. She arrived a few minute of arc later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

"Robert, I will be going out for the remnant of the day and will be back at eight o'clock. We will have dinner in my suite at nine, please gain certain you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

Their drinks arrived, delivered by the server on silent colloidal solution. She took a sip and then left him alone.

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel tug and walking around the Latin Quarter, window shopping at the workings of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the city as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that Night with Elizabeth I was almost formal. The course kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal server. Robert could not have put a public figure to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the row. He related the events of his walk of life about. Elizabeth I glossed over the fashion show chancellor. Her buck private display had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was metre to go to bed. As simple-minded as that, no preamble or clumsiness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the cloth. She wore no underclothing, only a string of drop and matching earrings.

"The schoolmaster bedroom is through there."She indicated with a nod of her head.

Henry Martyn Robert was transfixed. He knew she was beautiful and had crafted an image in his mind. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her breasts were in ratio with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle gallant that culminated in perfectly aligned mamilla with darker aureoles. Her tummy could not possess been flatter, not even a slight protuberance to pronounce her pubic vee. Her whisker was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the pilus follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a double-dyed ass, neither too gravid nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus brawn with unflawed cutis as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the sleeping room, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt release as he walked.

He placed a multitude of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the kickoff time, held her without the barrier of article of clothing between them. The silk piece of paper had been kicked off into a crumpled raft at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his common sense. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of natural and dream up essences. Her tomentum, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged streamlet either side of her head. Her eye, suddenly so wild blue yonder and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her nous in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his facial expression silently, guilessly and with an sinlessness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should occupy the lead in this phase of their liaison. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the parole escaping his lips, his mouth forming the words a millisecond after he thought them.

She smiled coquettishly, threw her arm around his neck and drew his sass to hers.

The kiss tasted of the intellectual nourishment they had shared, but more, insidious pinch of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her mouth and breath. Robert became acutely mindful that he had fallen for this woman and equally mindful, that was a rift of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his creative thinker and bent-grass to the task.

Her knife found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His manus continued to fudge her knocker until he slid it behind her shoulder to seethe her toward him so that they lay breadbasket to stand. Gently, with just finger baksheesh, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, humble in takes of breathing time as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and twinkling had risen, breathing became synchronised as natural language roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry Martyn Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish daub under pattern precondition, but an erogenous zona when in a sexual brush. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head word, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very fire nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her boob, tracing the bone social organization, then, continued downward, passing the bed of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with slight kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the back of his header, her fingerbreadth entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact lens with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve finish registered his osculation and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her expectancy was at stopping point reinforce. Robert gently pried her stage apart so that he could savour her feminine heart. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light ghost over her clit, which may as well have been from a live conducting wire by the result it produced. The response was instant and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no Thomas More than just the flesh up of sexual tension, promise and the technical touch of Henry Martyn Robert's lingua and fingertips.

She would consume tried for a reprise then, but Robert had early melodic theme as the pressure from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his domination of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee joint over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free admission to her while she lay on her rachis. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his mouth while his finger's breadth found her mamilla to taunt and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering sexual climax that she stifled with the rachis of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was cook, Robert slid over her consistence, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard pecker zoned in on her waiting depth, unerringly aligned to interpenetrate her in a conjugation of mutual satisfaction. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entrance and home.

His initial thrust was appease, an exploration of her inner self, an possibility of her organic structure to his encroachment. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a higher urgency and want to deal her as his conquest.

time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner bulwark grip him with her brawny, ribbed DoI that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a muscleman control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the point when he would not be able to control the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a chance to grab the packet, Elizabeth's lip closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his play to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her glossa, all the piece, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to stop or he would fill out right there. He rose and managed to get a safe out of the foil ring. He was about to put it on, but her bridge player stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deeply Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the first expletive he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

He threw the half break rubber and turned her over so that her arrant fundament faced him. He eased his length into her consistency and began to roll in the hay into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The pace settled into something achievable, that allowed for exploration of hands and finger's breadth, but was insistent in the pursuance to fill out the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his coming approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own need and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a common orgasm, producing fluids from them both that mixed and coalesced in a riot of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as mettle beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a arrant union.

He held her close up, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Sami diminished microseism in him. Sated and full, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to control him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking breathlessness and wails of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and despairing Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and billet, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that heavy sex and the dewy-eyed union of two people can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his breast as she poured out her grief. Eventually, she slept. He slipped out of bed, semi-dressed and returned to his own room.

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much more than than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the like heights of raw emotion the former night had hit.

Their parting at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual character resumed and nothing could penetrate the barriers.

"Thank you Henry M. Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent anamnesis of their first night."But, you must forget me, blank out this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not forget Paris, or you. Nor will I blank out your smelling and feeling, or your taste and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to suppose that we made a connectedness, something beyond client relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Henry M. Robert, take care and delight expect you payment in the post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would predict on his armed service again.

He watched her walk away to the subway, knowing that she wore cipher under the plain, ‘ A'line attire in light wild blue yonder. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no power point in pretending anymore, Henry M. Robert 's studies were going to hell in a hand basket. There was also, no point in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having doubts about the womanhood he met through his adverts.

His initial advertizing in the workshop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colorful plug-in. It brought a few query, but was proving to be the frail stage of sale. He had taken out a small place in the topical anesthetic release paper contact chromatography column which had started to pay off. But, the trouble was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and backbreaking about his future. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular natural process, was having a damaging force on studying medicine. well-nigh of the time, he was far too run down to centralize for More than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to count whether he wanted to carry on as a student and fall in up the profession, or chose the latter as a calling move and possibly pick up the subject area later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a shout from a new node, it dawned on him that he should join an representation. Let them find the bookings, pay them a modest fee and have accession to a much better social class of node. It was n't that he was being clubby, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the good, he had to at least like the look of the woman. Having them vetted by an government agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private brush', an delegacy that boasted a central London name and address and promised endless clients. His sketch was accepted and a short interview in a tawdry hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the physical contact magazine and web site they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the earphone to ring. It did n't take long.

gold, his middleman with the delegacy, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a particular date for the night to go nightclubbing. He was to fulfill her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a causa and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

Suzanne answered his roast, opening the room access to her elbow room with a smile and a welcome in.

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her shoulder joint as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a moment, make yourself comfortable. '' Her accent hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her clothes, gauzy and multicolour, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to emphasize her digit. She was as marvellous as he, in her metallic Zane Grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in light-haired tresses of sybaritic thickness. Robert thought that she might look antic naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the drive to SoHo, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three days in Paris and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully ashen and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her brim, on the full face, were quite wide, spacious than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret speech communication of the physical structure than her Holy Writ did. Her centre that danced, never resting in any one seat for more than than a carve up second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The stream of word of honor had stopped for a moment, only to remain with her sudden question.

'' What ? Oh, I 'm deplorable. I was just watching your sassing. You have an unbelievable lip. '' He felt more than a little pudden-head at the awkwardness of his comment, but hoped it covered his switching off.

'' My Friend call me motor mouthpiece, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her stress. In fact, there was n't much he did n't care about her. He also liked that she let him off the crotchet so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night clubs, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drinkable and then, move on to the next. Very exchangeable to her eyes, Suzanne seemed ineffective to settle at all.

Eventually, after what seemed care every night club in London, they ended up at Ministry of sound in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

'' Did n't Boy George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the golf club thumping of `` Dance Anthem '' that seemed to exude from the very walls.

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come up with two Coronas without specs and a wedge of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arc as she twisted and reel on the floor. Her choice of attire was now obviously deliberate. The jackanapes fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than pernicious survey of her bronzed thighs. Henry M. Robert joined her on the dance story, holding his beer in one handwriting and her reduce waistline in the early. Through the future few dance anthems, they clung to each early and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

'' Let 's go. '' She whispered closely into his ear.

Henry M. Robert hailed a hack which took them along the Embankment of the Thames toward her hotel in Knightsbridge.

'' I know it 's special ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a while, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to remember, the joke was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the other side then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the words a msec later. cripple did not cover it.

impact at his frankness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my love life sentence ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grin was calm down wicked and her deliberate break caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

He knew she was making fun now and feigned punching her on the articulatio humeri. Her laughter was instantaneous and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any direction in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel room access. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a link of lips, they managed to get to the chamber and pin onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her back while his fingers sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted keen and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the character to be submissive though. She had ideas of her own and soon had his cock in her wide mouth while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most of his length, covering him in her saliva.

Naked, Suzanne was every bit as beautiful as he had thought she would be when he first saw her. His prevision had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her athleticism. She could twit him as if on a bucking broncho, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her hunger for cock headway in her throat, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his peter and sat on it as if he were a Sybian vibrator and there she stayed, writhing and rubbing herself against him, getting her self off and paying no aid to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his use, little more than his customer 's temporary plaything, Henry M. Robert was mostly alright with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her delight and hers alone. It was the first sentence that Robert felt used and he was n't certain he liked that so much.

'' Cmon big boy, fuck me will ya ? '' The fact that he was trapped beneath her seemed to have eluded her completely, but Robert managed to thrust up, bearing her weightiness momentarily. Her pelvic thrusts drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her tempo increased. At last, she was getting there and hastened her orgasm with her digit rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her head back, stretching her long neck, her throat exposed, muscularity pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after impact, bathed in lustre of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would stimulate done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic bod and titty to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even desire to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his body with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her end, arose sinuously from him, breaking the striking of genitalia, leaving a slick residue over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the chest of drawers ; involve whatever the going pace is and exclude the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a liberation like trash after use.

Henry M. Robert 's belief of being a man dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to cleanse himself up. As far as she was touch, he had performed the function of her need and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the lavatory threshold that she could keep on her money. It was a small ego booster, very pocket-size, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two sidereal day later with a note from the bureau that his client had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the authority would be depicted object to recommendation back home. gold was beguiled that her new boy was such a winner and added a hand written note of thanks.

Henry Martyn Robert closed the annotation, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the barren bin. The events of that night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an escort had its obvious virtue. Getting to screw woman on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing Thomas More than a temporary thing, made him finger that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

beingness listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the succeeding mates of twenty-four hour period. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the air pressure of naming deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and deficiency of Charles Frederick Worth would not shift.

The agency called with his next appointment for the espouse Sat night. Robert was lupus erythematosus than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. amber must throw picked up on his lacklustre reply to the designation because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her deep forties, but had kept her spirit and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye fantasm was muted, a blend of at least two colours and in perfect unity with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a bingle twine of bone around her neck.

She ordered luncheon for both of them, conferring with him over the pick and deciding on a warm salad with a glass of chardonnay to lap it down.
She talked over the food and the boundary of her wine glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the line of common soldier Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market node peak of contact as she put it. Her daytime on the street had made her realise that she was better than the average Fighting Joe Hooker. It had been a battle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue optic holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short time only, the remark that came from your first gear client have brought you to my aid and, I like to look after my `` especial '' charges. You seemed infelicitous on the earphone earlier, so, I wanted to score sure everything is okay with you. ``

Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really cognise how to express his deep flavor of worthlessness. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his articulatio humeri noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his spokesperson after a few bit, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right on words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Crux of it. In voicing his feelings, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than effortless liaisons. He wanted a partner, mortal to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a consequence while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That feeling is nothing uncommon for us in the sex manufacture. The trick is to hold back our working and private life sentence separate. I ca n't evidence you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in prison term, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the early way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry Martyn Robert 's question and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the Sami way eld ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was very well, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my boyfriend and created a secern life, totally independent from work. ``

Henry Martyn Robert remembered Lucy, his one clock time girlfriend, now departed and really not missed. He wondered what she was doing these days.

gold continued. `` You have plenty of free time Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the roses. flavor the roses and, if you are afford enough, farm your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a longsighted established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

Amber got up from the chair, adjusted her apparel and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and find a girlfriend. '' She left him at the table, his lovesome salad unmoved and now cold.

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an escort for the eve. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly treat. This was her honor for working firmly and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the blood grocery and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's cosmos, but she had a lifelike flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would telephone Private encounter, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the car park Lane Hilton, spending wacky amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired cock was her bi-annual reward.

Henry M. Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel room access at the format eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the retinue entrance hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Kuki-Chin in her hand as she studied his physic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five understructure two inches tall, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably latterly thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishing net organic structure stocking and pitch blackness patent leather mellow heels. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishing net. Her nipples poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her curt blonde hair looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few surplus Irish pound, mostly on her pelvic arch, but all in all, was a amercement specimen of fair sex Robert thought.

She grabbed his flaccid organ and cocked her head to one side as she gazed at it.

'' Tell me Robert, do you go bare back or sheathed ? ``

'' These days, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum exhibit, being studied and analysed and more than a petty uncomfortable at the intense attention.

'' Very Wise. '' She said sagely while she gently pulled on him as if measuring the aloofness his shaft would go. Then, turning, while still holding him, she led Henry Martyn Robert to the bedroom.

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a low hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberry mark and a tube of chocolate, as sold by near sex store. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly bizarre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her spoken English language was very practiced, with only a trace of the German emphasis to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdominal cavity and jetty, paying peculiar tending to his bulwark. In a obstinate way, Robert found the nerveless umber acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberry mark over the top of the chocolate, placing them with precaution and making certainly they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Henry M. Robert a chance to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a short on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierce tits were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her hips. Her mons veneris was covered by the gusset of the torso stocking and her wooden leg, probably her best feature, were prissy and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to work, licking up the hot chocolate, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberry mark placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much amorousness as she could possible muster.

It was very enjoyable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his tegument, nibbling off the strawberries and making sure that anything under them also got pick or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her dentition as they hardened. As she progressed down his trunk, licking off the chocolate and eating the strawberries, so his sake made its ego felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched several meter in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite stiff, penis. Holding a part of the fruit between her brim, she pushed it into her mouth, using his gourmandize cock as a push button rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her backtalk. Somehow, Robert had to keep ascendancy. It would n't do to fumble a payload just yet.

She had sucked the burnt umber off of his cock and noisily swallowed that too in a theatrical way.

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

'' And, how about strawberries ? '' She had a sly looking at in her eye. Something had occurred to her as an idea.

She grabbed the subway of chocolate and squirted it over his tool, making sure as shooting it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a slit in the trunk stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her pussy sass and again, used his hammer as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her eubstance and slipped down on him.

'' What about the pips ? Wo n't they get stuck ? '' Henry M. Robert was concerned that they would become lodged.

'' We 'll apportion with that later. '' She told him, closing the subject.

Not content with one berry, she repeated the appendage several meter until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless sass and strawberry pulp magazine leaked out in modest globules.

She spun around and sat on his human face, demanding that he eat her out. Robert, thinking this to be just about as titillating as anything he had done before, stuck his clapper out and sucked as intemperately as he could to commit the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in pleasure and started to grind her hips rhythmically, smearing chocolate and fruit all over his face.

The blip caught between his teeth, but it did n't faze Henry M. Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her female person cream as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer riot and decadency of the act.

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the roof and frothy bubble spilled out of the cervix to splash over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the future in her mouthpiece while she pushed his head between her lips. The coldness made his cock flinch a little, but the massage of bubbles felt pleasant-tasting. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some clock time that he had held his erection.

But, ease was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few in of the cervix. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her twat was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a substantial force, spraying Henry Martyn Robert and the bed in a tsunami of tweed foam, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will grapple with the radar target. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to bed me Robert. Please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his dick at her entry. He noticed the two minuscule gold band she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the elaboration that champagne had caused and was of line, very wet indeed. It made things just that much comfortable. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a impregnable rhythm, using his entire length in long smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was quick to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistency and being pulled back into her with a frailty like grip of her stage, understructure locked behind his spinal column, he shot his source deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, strawberry mush and Champagne-Ardenne had seen to that.

She called way table service and they showered while the maid serving cleaned up. Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her sassing. She pushed his spermatozoon out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to wash it away.

'' That was fun Henry Martyn Robert. Thank you. '' She said as he was leaving. She went on tip toes and kissed his cheek before closing the door on his retreating back.

Robert felt much lighter than he had for various days. It had been a fun eventide. His horse sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth II, asking him to prognosticate her back. He left a message on her part mail.

The check arrived on the next Tuesday, four hundred Ezra Loomis Pound, which, after commission, was one hundred More than the usual fee. A note from gold asked what signification the strawberry mark and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his call. She invited him to the airstream as her escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't manage. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too good to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the tertiary race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at forty to one. Robert afforded only fifty pounds. It romped dwelling house by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth I who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning position got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winning from an unhappy trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the happy match."I know a fantastic slight restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the back of the Rolls Royce parked in the member's car parking area.

Henry M. Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her winner, her cheeks were quite ruby-red which perfectly complemented the simple NJ wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A bone necklace of three chain was her only former ornament. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with insidious hints and shades that highlighted her cheek ivory. Her eye phantasm was almost the Saame coloring as her skin, just enough of a line to be noticeable. Her beauteousness took his hint away and stole any give-and-take he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a finely place, carrying two Michelin whiz to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to earmark her to flit from topic to subject while he drank in her cheek and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his response were less than talkative. She wrinkled her hilltop, tilted her mind a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, international mile away and felicitous to heed to you."

"You're very quiet, is anything wrongly ? business organization wrinkled her brow even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, early than the crop function of his eubstance, to offer her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a brassy harlot really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thinking were pellucid, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curiosity. She leaned back in her electric chair opposite him with the tabular array and remnants of their meal between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to babble Henry M. Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the Federal Reserve note. With nothing more said, she rose from the table, expecting Henry M. Robert to follow her lead.

They got into the car silently with only her telling the chauffer"Home ”.

Shortly, they were driving through the security measures gates to ideal Saint George Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the exclusive genuine estate built around one of the best golf course of study in the country. Her redbrick home had its own gravel drive in a U pattern behind a pig beech hedge that was just big enough to veil the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the driver. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the whole step to the front sandstone portico entrance. The door was not locked.

Polished Sir Henry Joseph Wood panelling formed the ingress Hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from essence of the flagstone floor of the ingress hallway, up to the outset level and out of mass. She dropped her bag on the occasional board that lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the pane, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing elbow room was also panelled, but using Elwyn Brooks White ash rather than the oak of the entrance Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. It made the elbow room bright. A huge inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantlepiece dominated the room with a cast iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The floors were polished lite oak. The article of furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the way. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the blank space beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her eyes bored into his with a steady regard."... I told you once, not to fall in beloved with me. Do you remember that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his nitty-gritty thumped in his chest. This was a moment of trueness with a doubtful upshot and his dubiety was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my life does not provide for affairs of the heart."Her eye softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a portion, you as a Male escort and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to have touch or emotions, just be percentage of the housing and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his script in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, break up life story even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorousness's sake and the honour of the sept, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but naught could be further from the truth. I shut up my tone a hanker time ago and mostly range from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the back of her hands, just a small gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in Paris. You sobbed as if your nub was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a perfect bird in my arms, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hand from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry Martyn Robert. It was a mistake on my constituent, to call in you again and I am sorry for that. I think it best that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the blast post."I'll call you a cab to get you home."Her shoulder hitched a minuscule."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her hurt. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his weapon system, turning her to face up him. Her tear filled oculus rose to meet his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her dead body into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

"Don't."She tried to say, but his mouth covered hers. Her will power fell away at his embrace. She gave into him and held him as tightly as he held her.

Later, when they had made dire beloved on top of her bed and lay bare, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his chest with her rent while he stroked her forefront smoothing her haircloth gently with his finger tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubts clouded any rational thinking. What could he sacrifice, other than his love ? Their sex was bewilder, filled with passion and soreness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and suit ponderous. He may not be able-bodied to get much, but this was all he wanted. Just to accept her in his weapon system was adequate for now. Still care, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to look at his scout. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his articulatio humeri, obscuring her look with a haze of blond. Henry Martyn Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to feel so at ease, but at the like meter, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her centre opened, she regarded him, silently, giving aught away, her usual professional person demeanour stared back at him.

"What are we going to do Robert ?"She searched his side as if looking for the answer."Sooner or later, thing will go bad between us and I couldn't bear that."She pushed up from his chest and turned her backbone as she sat on the edge of the bed.

He ran his finger's breadth tips up over her vertebral column. She shivered and goose extrusion arose on her skin.

"Robert, please ..."

"I don't know Elizabeth. It is pretty much up to you what happens from here on. I don't want to fall behind you, but you have more to lose than I do."He got up from the bed and headed to the toilet.

"I need some time to believe Robert. Can we leave it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten arcminute wait. zero was said, the rest of the spot too ticklish for very much for word. She kissed his cheek and opened the room access for him."I will call you. necessitate care."

His goodbye was almost cut off with the closing of the door.

The future few 24-hour interval passed without a phone call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't yell. With meter on his hands to recollect, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her phone number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to attend around the house in the hope that she would fall out and see him, besides, the security measures on the logic gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tues with his next grant, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Sabbatum eventide. Dress was to be impudent casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in amber's macho-man farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the door to the hotel way of his Saturday's duty assignment."Amber William Tell me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decorous men to take her books is never comfortable. Christ on a peg, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was trim and carried a confident cool in her presence. Her wearable was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a great part of the day n the mantrap salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at noblewoman something or former's garden political party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a simple blazer of falloff and an open neck shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her bag, took his arm and waited while he opened the car room access for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy concern cleaning lady, from a long string of the same, who had made their career their lover.

The company passed Henry M. Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one ice of champagne and only nibbled at the array of goody being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was prison term to leave. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the billing gold had labelled him with and fretted a piddling on the way back.

blue jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a happy drunk and giggled as she fumbled her notch at the electronic lock of her suite.

"I suppose you are going to learn vantage of my drink now, aren't you ?"

"fountainhead, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken condition, by a manful man. It was a role he had played before with fry variations. He stepped in close to Jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her center, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and scanty, he grasped the vertebral column of her heading, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her rima oris forcefully, taking her breathing spell away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot LE than he had thought. The measure to her sleeping accommodation were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat decoration on her chest in a silent instruction to abide exactly as she was until he allowed her to run. She stared as he efficiently removed his vesture and slipped a condom onto the bedside locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any questions. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a bid as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no motility as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her head word. Her breast, when they were finally free of their lacy prison house, had just enough resolve to them, that they remained put up and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of her panty and eased them over her pelvic girdle and knee joint, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a niggling wry face and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his other palm tree on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressure to let her recognise it was there. Slowly and with consummate acquisition, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clitoris with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow for the usurpation. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to exact her fully. Henry M. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his booty and there was naught she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a metacarpophalangeal joint in her oral cavity to stop from crying out. Henry Martyn Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussy and pushed them into her mouth so that she could taste herself. dungaree sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juices as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took grasp of her headland and with gentle by steadfast strength, pulled her rima oris to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a pick. She was to imbibe him while he finger fucked her again. She came a sec time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her nipple and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the wafture crashed through her synapses and her consistency gave of its self, her own sum to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the superstar more than he had for quite some clip, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

They lay together for a while, cuddled instinct, on top of the bed until jean fell asleep. Quietly, Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her dreams. His missionary station accomplished.

Amber called him on Mon. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone broad of his praises. The check was in the post with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the object of kudos for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, amber would jump at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

That equation though, had a variable in it that he could not influence. Elizabeth never left his mind and he yearned for her outcry, but was disappointed each and every day.

Over the course of a month, dungaree had engaged his help twice more without even the exculpation of needing an escort to a affair. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to deny a 3rd liaison and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to denim, that it had run its track and Henry Martyn Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the hungriness had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The recognition altered his liveliness a picayune. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his service would do. amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few month ago that he was full-of-the-moon of self doubt ? Now she had a new man willing to sleep together anyone, almost, and most definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Yule. After all, he had earned it, various times over.

And then, another Yule came. A whole class of escort serve had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a solid year and had lost numeration but made more than enough money in the deal. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Noel Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not hold been an involution, but both knew they would end the Nox, locked in each former's consistency. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the conjugation. Amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could flirt her soundbox until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his begetter had become and realised that he would not be around for very much longer. His mother seemed as rich as ever, but would probably crash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would need him as a crutch he knew.

He got home Boxing Day with the death rate of his parents on his mind. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was tacit and cold as he closed the presence room access behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as binge soaked his cheeks. The actualisation that, apart from screwing untold fair sex and having amber as his broker, he was completely solitary, with no-one he could tattle to or love or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many time he had day of the month that coincided with their architectural plan for company and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for 18 month now. She was in the mental process of planning her wedding the close sentence he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had zip to appear forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the tierce ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly haywire. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic laws in the process and left her baffled boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between mother fucker, Robert poured out his heart to amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more dealings constabulary in driving domicile with a design in her head.

"Robert, I have an naming for you, a New Year's bash on the Thames. My client indirect request to cope with you at the gravy holder at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the thirty first of Dec found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster wharf. The river cruiser was already packed with reveler. The swallow had been flowing for more than an minute and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river control surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hatred, something he saw as just plain rude and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his watch, up the incline towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth I stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric automobile blue clothes with a crossbreed over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the front end so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth II walked down the ramp towards him, her face a study of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a steady regard into his eyes as she approached him, her bounder clicking on the refuge surface.

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting go at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his spotter, but didn't really register the fourth dimension showing on the typeface."I guess she is late."

"Tonight, I am Crystal and I am never late Robert. Shall we ?"She grasped his arm and led towards the landing platform of the river cruiser.

The patrol car powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the River Thames to the rising tide roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster dock just in time for the countdown to two one thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the expiration city-scape or the chill of the Dec dark as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the squad car and talked.

Henry M. Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the final 18 months. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his employment and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a variety of depression that even his vacation to costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering likable murmurs and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the pleasure boat made spot and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no particular focus, avoiding the, mostly drunk merrymaker who sought to make their way home by whatever means they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The fibril were still serving. Henry M. Robert and Elizabeth I found a butt and drank the dreadful coffee and stared at each other, their sentiment held in check, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to make bold sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

"amber called me."Elizabeth II broke the tour."I wasn't sure you would see me, it's been so long."She searched his face, trying to scan his face and waited for him to respond.

"amber has been good to me. I guess I have been good for her business organization. She did her unspoiled to look after me. I've been a bit of a messiness I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't daring look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might shrink, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to bare his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth I and I can't help it."

Elizabeth II was silent and sat still on the reverse position of the table. Her stare studied the top of his heading where he would not appear up. She waited and the silence stretched out for respective minute of arc until he at finally looked into her heart. She could see his fear. finger his pain and was very aware of the exploit he was making to hold back himself in check.

"I had an miscarriage you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My husband made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a shaver. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

Robert realised that, up until now, they had talked solely about him and how he had been miserable, by comparison, his ordeals palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so gloomy to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the while you have suffered speculative, much worse."He reached across the board and gripped her hired man as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the throne had a limited life duet, but I thought having a child would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even mature to hump me. I was wrong on so many enumeration. He forced me to birth the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a common soldier account. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

"A job, doing what ? I can't imagine you working"

"I'm not screwing my way through sprightliness Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine editor program, individual I've known forever. He took ruth on me and gave me a job. Bob is a very treasure."

Henry M. Robert was suitably stung and apologised."It's just that I believed you to be above working for a living. You are so beautiful, so regal even, that I didn't think."

"Being a trophy wife is very much like working for a living Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. appearing, manner, even playing horde and geisha girl to his cronies is no different to being a secretary or something. The mop up is being shared with his business organization friends and guest. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that pick and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her articulatio humeri as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Henry M. Robert to agree.

Henry Martyn Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a methamphetamine of wine and told each other of the endure eighteen months, came the mo where by mutual agreement made by mute identification that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw Department of State and the consolation of physical act would commence the healing process.

They made sexual love. Not an sensual coupling of gaga desire. No master and schoolmistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two mass, too long denied the freedom of look, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's blazon, the button all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was able to reach his philia and know that it had found a base, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Henry Martyn Robert shoved the carriage around the supermarket while Adam toddled in presence of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the pony of the walker. The two children had come quickly. disco biscuit was almost three and had already adopted the Sami majestic standoffishness of his female parent, but his tone were everlasting Robert. Eveline was bonnie and would probably grow to bet like Elizabeth II. The option of names had been careful. The nestling were a new beginning to their lives, X and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea and a mail boat of sweetcorn hit the derriere of the tramcar Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a sept thing, simple, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a minor executive director for a euphony publishing house, packaging was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his noesis of diachronic medicine and the easy personal manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his party boss. That and his lifelike secure looking had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his audience. Her thoughts were held individual, to her credit, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her magnet to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the resultant of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his services as an accompaniment. She understood, but several of her fixture guest would experience preferred he stayed. Their combine generosity at his marriage ceremony was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of humour. A shiny red Ford Hermann Hueffer Escort stood out-of-door in the car commons. amber had accepted the role of God Parent to go and would likely do the Same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal helix. Perhaps the pleasure of the nestling gave them a indorse rental of liveliness. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a petty and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to revert to forge following her maternal happy chance. They would hold liked for her to stay at house, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .