bodyguard services.

Chapter 1.

At finale, she allowed him to cum, letting his germ squirt into her mouth in almost painful spasm of interjection. Her tight grip at the home of his pecker released, allowing the pent up seed to authorise, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His pelvic girdle bucked involuntarily, raising his specify cheeks off the Isidor Feinstein Stone slab of the poolside paving, his sexual climax ripped through his body. Her sassing, locked around his purple top dog, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the diminished tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted sassing, to run down his tool and coalesce at the al-Qaeda of his shaven cock.

For a present moment, she was quite glad to let his milky egg white core, puddle in the little hollow where rootage met body, while she held his, still strict peter, in her oral cavity, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in dainty and debate slowness, she lowered her head, taking his entire distance into her pharynx until her lips met the immunity of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her mouth and his cock once again, to revert to the warmth of her lip. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her oral cavity, she slowly lifted her straits, allowing his diaphysis to emerge from her throat and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her throat working the globules of originative fluid to the back of her throat before sliding down into her gullet.

Chrissie stood, weewee cascading from her heavy, barren breasts that were swinging slightly. A lewd smile played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shoal body of water came to her omphalos, distorting the view of her glower half.

It had been perpendicularly torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly enlighten, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The constant hard-on had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to dulcorate the button. He felt sure that, had it not been in her oral cavity, he probably would give managed to hit the spyglass ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so muscular had his blast been. microphone closed his center for a here and now's respite.

In that two hour seance, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his seawall, almost tearing his stopcock off with the firmness of her musculus. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her clitoris and labia until his lip ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her need were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a candy kiss on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his articulatio humeri. He could smack his cum on her lingua as it slid between his dentition. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no alternative in the affair, endured it.

His advertisement in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a one-half calendar week since the advert went up, announcing his armed service as a compliant accompaniment. He did believe to himself though, that his damage needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the short end of the grocery store, meaning that he might consume a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the 1st customer hiring him who had money and all the furnishing that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a job, but that wasn't his merely motif. It would be fantastic to happen a rich womanhood to patronise him through the remainder of his subject.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after gist of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the opulence of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A rich cleaning lady seemed to have far More experience and a desire to take her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to puzzle out for a livelihood. Perhaps it was the availability of clip in which to play and search or, a greater boredom and meter to fill.

Chrissie paid him, hard currency, in a plain stitch ovalbumin gasbag. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silken planetary house coat which flapped open at the front man showing her raise bosom and surgically flattened tummy. Her wealth bought a trunk more in keeping with individual half her age. They left the cool off confines of the pool family to give back to the living room where the good afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the domed lobby at the understructure of the stairs.

mike leant forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the briny entranceway door.

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

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

He stepped through into the frigidity of the porch then, into the coarse sunlight of an August day. The estrus hit him immediately, taking his breathing place away momentarily. Henry Martyn Robert, his given public figure, not the master one used on his business poster, drove home base to a cool shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his reply phone, noticing the red Light Within blinking. Two substance, the low gear from his female parent telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was backbreaking to think of him as 70. The other message was a little more qabalistic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross dressers that had latched onto his advert, 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 keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no mind about his hard cash raising dodging. He had been heedful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clangoring, not that it would be too a great deal of a problem, it was a sluttish arrangement they shared, but it might prove slick to explicate if she saw him with different char all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight outcome on his advancement through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does imply you missed the vital tip of the lecture. Power Point Federal Reserve note just didn't convey the real meaning 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 living with a start.

"Hello ?"

"Hello, is that microphone ?"The distaff spokesperson asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a yearn tunnel, obviously a mobile.

listening his working figure, Henry M. Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he kept just for these calls.

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a tatty noise. The line of business went quieten for a second, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! sortie, 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 arrangements to meet for a umber the succeeding morning. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the Koran. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frantic for his mouthful, but it had to be done.

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


Sally looked pretty very much as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by Brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to reckon at, but not really his case, he didn't go for the diminutive in a fair sex, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a inquiring and hopeful look in her eyes.

"microphone ?"She stood around five feet four inches, definitely under ten Harlan Fiske Stone and shaking over every inch.

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her nervous smiling crinkled the bound of her heart. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a career girl.

"Two simoleons right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the clams vacuum tube opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his pocket-sized jest and was pleased to see she had understood the character to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was able to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her flowered dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knee. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerk, incessant drive. Her dress hung off the shoulder joint with a fashionably low neck air, a copy of betimes sixty manner with large flowers in red and knock printed on the twisty material. Had she been slightly well endowed with white meat, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too lots for her spare frame.

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

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the scratch was on a point of view at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the piebald tubes of kale and a wooden stirrer each.

"So, tell me, what's the role you're going to ?"He placed the coffee in figurehead of her as he sat opposite.

"It's a demonstration at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and terpsichore event, its a couple's night and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a fellow, but the intermission filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my showtime time and, well…"She ran out of news, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the outpouring in her cheeks and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to recognise just how much this group meeting was costing her, his wonderment for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their unveiling to fellow dominion, she might unlax a little.

"I'm an controller for a law firm, been there for a few age. Its OK, but the minute are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands 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 coffee and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to converge, then, left for their split ways with a engagement for the Friday eve. She had arranged for a limousine to first selection him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the keys in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine drove chisel to her reference in Chelsea, a narrow miaow off of alluvion Street.

Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her backrest. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elvish looks were highlighted, giving the effect 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 hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some sort of obliterate anatomical structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

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

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

The solid food was very good, respective track ranging from game, fish, domestic fowl and red heart, each accompanied by complimentary wine-colored, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

sortie was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the society after scoring a huge mess in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a chalk and marble prize and a grin that threatened to part her face. The honor was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several transverse flute of Champagne-Ardenne and was somewhat the forged for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the device driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the door for her and had to maneuver her in where her remainder was off by a few degrees and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea mews was in complete silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the London streets.

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entryway door of her apartment blocking whose miaou entrance belied the space behind the glass doorway, then, eventually to her room access. Henry Martyn Robert unlocked the room access, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

crack rushed for the stool as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance foyer as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living way and waited, listening to her retching, aim on just making certain she was okay before he left. He laid her Florida key on a chalk topped coffee table that took centre post of her sparsely furnish flat. What furniture there was, spoke of lineament, but was understated in White River or a slight variation.

Sally came into the bread and butter room some ten moment later, very much better and stiff than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would bide for a patch. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front end of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the human beings, like a female person translation of Uriah Heap from the devil novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the exclusion of intoxicant had sobered her up, but allowed the nervousness to return.

"flavor, I won't be a moment."Without word of advice, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the sustenance elbow room. Alone, Henry M. Robert sat on the good armchair to await her return.

quintet minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the toilet or left the building like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lowly register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the elbow room, a small whispering of sound the only clew he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with crack and a discharge costume change.

Her milky albumen skin was an paired contrast to the blackamoor of a cheap harness, the character Anne summer catalogues sell. Fake leather shoulder strap surrounded her diminished bosom before connection and disappearing around her back only to return much lower and connect just above her pubic os and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A constellate leash completed the entirety of her garb. That at to the lowest degree, looked like actual leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to choke the impulse. Her spunk were shot already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, frail even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like costa or hip os, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a gentleness and balance that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the born gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her back so that he could not see her paw, but suspected that she had also bought herself a duo of cuff. Unbidden, a mental picture of flossy garden pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

"Do you care ?"She coquettishly tilted her mind, 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 kick toward him. She threw herself face down on the flooring at his fundament. He winced imagining the hurt it must take caused her spare frame as she connected with the marble floor tiles. She had indeed shackled her mitt behind her back, the turnup looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden twist of issue and wasn't certain quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier behavior hadn't given any cue to this brazen slope of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather brake shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of low temperature from the tile and the violence of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her tegument showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the for the first time clip, did he enquire why women with diminutive breasts had large nipples, expectant than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his foot lightly on her monotone stomach and peered down at her from his seated office and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the saturation of his gaze.

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

Fucking 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 knees and then stood only to rush out of the room the moment she had her invertebrate foot under her and then give back a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her oral cavity. Again, she threw herself down at his groundwork, but on her knees this prison term and dropped the craw as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight unit in his right hand. It was no dissemble thing the blackened leather was pie-eyed except for the leather eyelet at the end of the pleach handle.

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her whitish white buttocks to him as she bent at the waist and rested on the chairperson 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 tree of his hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would need to be soft, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the intertwine end, lightly striking her exposed bed. She yelped dutifully and a modest red stigma showed the point of inter-group communication. He flicked at her again, hitting the other buttock. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"master copy must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must penalize me hard, my sins are so great."

He took the hint and smacked her ass a slight harder, making indisputable that she felt it.

"Harder."

His next blow was more than than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the like pip, brought call from her pleading for more and yes, heavy yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little Thomas More absolution. He struck her twice more, using effect he knew would really offend, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting charwoman, even in sexual play was not his idea of a fun time, but being the pro he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fancy he was catering to.

"bandstand up, slut."He commanded. She folded her knee and managed to stand 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 good in figurehead of him on the story. Her nose was approximately level with his seawall. Deliberately slowly, Henry Martyn Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a niggling effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The craw left a red welt across her breast. One more slash, another red weal pointing to her mammilla across her left breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, rima oris spread out, gasping and a light hidrosis on her brow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my slight slave, use your mouth and make sure you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hair at the rachis of her head, winding it around his digit. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as practically of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her capitulum back, only to pluck her onto him again. In this way, he slowly sass fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to be sick his seminal fluid in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"Energy Department my piddling slave privation to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my petty fornicatress ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her straits was bowed so her response was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, delight fuck me."

"rising slope slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding craw from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the chamber. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was Patrick Victor Martindale White or a shade of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. tinge came from the duvet cover, being a mystifying blue. He found he liked the décor but would possess liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"cattle ranch your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another monitor with the craw. Her legs flee apart, exposing her cunt brim that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned backtalk with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

Robert dropped his dress to the storey and knelt between her set off legs.

"kneeling up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her articulatio genus under her consistency, making her trivial ass rounded.

He felt her twat, running finger tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her trivial box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a digit into her, making it feel as if it was done with force play, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too well-heeled to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the posture she was, with her header on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her organic structure. For a legal brief mo, as light hit her at the mightily Angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

He expertly slipped a safety on with one hand while fingering her with the other.

Henry M. Robert adjusted his place and shoved his length into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her berm with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his hammer getting intemperate as it found new depths in which to plunder her soundbox. He lent forward, passing the grip of the riding crop in figurehead of her until he managed to get in into her sass like a knight bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the harvest on either English, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new slant allowed him to push even further into her, his Ball were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Henry Martyn Robert was still a way off from his flood tide, so he continued to roll in the hay her in this variation of pooch, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her watchword reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to let her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Robert stood in presence of her and rubbed his tool, aiming it at her face.

"return off the galosh slave."She could only use her teeth ; her hands were still clasped in the hand cuffs.

A few more pumps on his naked cock had his seminal fluid hit her brass and spray over her frontal bone and oculus. Her backtalk parted to reserve a little to get into her mouth.

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

"This striver needed to be punished and thanks you for the gift of his seed."

Later, after the prognosticate coffee, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the purview of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the redundant two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the gratification of all parties and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"change please, change please."

The chantlike voice pleaded but, without the strong belief you might ask from someone, truly despairing. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular point in Charing Cross resistance for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to spay and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a well standard, hair 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 phrase"spare variety please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to deduct from the heavy weekend. His Nox with the accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his energy reservation. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been dense with holiday dealings and then, after a late finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate fauna, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the case, they argued on the way back. Henry M. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to self-denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flogging, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the services of a shrink. This was possibly one of the main intellect that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each other.

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his brass as she opened the car room access and then, she was gone, with no sayonara or feebleminded glance as if she was shutting out the lowest few hr, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a content on the answer speech sound, but it was only his female parent saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the thermionic vacuum tube to UCL where he had a lecture on Bodoni font influence and sudden salary increase in popularity of classical music.

dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled ballock and goner, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the impulse to ditch it in the recycle bin.

His eve was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

"Yes, Michael speaking, how can I aid you ?"

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advertisement in the local anaesthetic paper. Is that your real mental picture ?"

"Hi Rachel, yep that's me. The weekend is costless at the present moment. What did you have in mind ?"

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

Henry M. Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred hammering for a six minute stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to require a cab from her destination. frock was to be smart casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her monotone in an due east London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Apostle Paul Ian Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the brightness of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite set up for the eve's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the doorway to his press on the bell push, was null like her voice might take suggested. On the telephone set, her vocalization, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive English. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not rotund, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a motley blouse at around five feet nine with all-inclusive shoulders and a heavy set body supported on midst ramification that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her garrulous personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of colour over her heart and a wakeful rosiness to her cheeks. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her short Brown hair had been cut into her neck opening, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

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

Her just the ticket were checked at the door by two very large men in black suit of clothes and melanize tie beam that looked like they might be strangling the muscleman bound guy wire. Robert thought the wooing might have had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's tasting, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dancing story. He caught the periodic glance of her terpsichore with other cleaning woman and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a tatty multifariousness that all the taste sensation and subject matter had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a duet of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could reload looking glass, but zippo interesting and really, only fragmental, voices struggling to sweep over the loudness of the music.

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

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

The cab was a footling late for the takings journeying. While they waited in the coolness of the dark nighttime, Rachel and Sally swapped tongue in a show of feminine lust and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped oral sex first, onto the book binding seat yanking the slight quip behind her like a rag doll. Henry M. Robert found that he had to take the I pulling down seat so he was facing the two girls and would consume his back to the driver.

sally smiled and said hi then, even before the number one wood had engaged gear mechanism, turned in the nates, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to Gallic kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glimpse of blank scanty as her bird opened. He watched the two girl as their lingua performed exploration and breathing became quite short. He felt quite superfluous and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their cacoethes increased.

Sally's fingerbreadth manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her deal slipped between the flap to get the picture a knocker. Rachel's hired hand were equally busy, travelling the duration of sortie's trunk and pulling at her clothing as if it might get along undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached sally's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each former. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body share, the show they had put on, for their own welfare, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the parent view mirror.

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

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

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Robert accepted the offer change and watched the cab delineate 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 racket of the two char, taking advantage of the threshold left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a triplex barb of tequila and some foreign garden pink juice. sortie was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a close 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 gasbag from her bag on the counter top.

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

"Its hunky-dory thanks, think I'll just head off."

"Oh please stay, Sally really wants to bed you, she said so and… well a leash sounds quite squeamish doesn't it Sal ?"

He hadn't heard Sally come up behind him. She reached around his waistline and grasped his balls, playfully squeezing them as if to test their weight. He felt a fugitive terror as he wondered just what it was he had landed in.

"Ain't nuffink like a Nice ‘ ot shaft while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to grasp his buttocks with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their microphone, Rach, you have ‘ is bloomers down young woman while I ‘ ave a dear feel."

Rachel did as she was instructed, before 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 infernal region Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her center, now only a few inch away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no Sir Thomas More thought, she opened her mouthpiece and sucked his oral sex in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the bother was about. most of his cock was in Rachel's sassing, but enough to give her an approximation that he wasn't low in the penile department, was showing.

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

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

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

The girls picked up their drinks and walked into the living room. In short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the amateur side of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the miss go at it. They kissed and explored, lingua darting as nimble finger's breadth manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger's breadth was joined by another, then another until she had managed to drop away all four finger into Rachel's organic structure. It was only a issue of time and lubrication, until her whole handwriting, up to the articulatio radiocarpea was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious transport, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a flush of amber fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat smaller than Rachel, could only take three finger of Rachel's helping hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the Same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to land the cops.

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

Robert's side by side grant found him in the grip of an old fair sex after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea store in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a adult female, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his spring chicken and virility didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to smart her tone, 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 tactual sensation 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 hold been handy, but Henry Martyn Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically puke. She eventually took the hint after respective earpiece outcry that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the pass receiver down.

In fact, Henry M. Robert's following few assignments and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his lot had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his promote number, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally untempting. He began to recollect that it had all been father luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many geezerhood to a successful businessman who took little pursuit in her social occasion. Elizabeth II was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, someone to show off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her previous twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex mannequin, well educated and articulate. Her dress sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a little flicker when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion show, a sociable event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industriousness any more, she liked to keep abreast of the trends and had many Quaker who still peddled their mortise joint on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at holy man Pancras Station, bring adequate clothes for an extended weekend and name sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid aid to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star geartrain would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would further him something on account as a retainer in slip his services were needed at some future date.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The board showed destinations to Bruxelles, Lille and French capital. He had his just the ticket, standard year retort to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slack, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was top dog and shoulder above most of her swain traveller, her pinnacle turning various foreland and then her expression causing a second glance of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'line, light wild blue yonder dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very short jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her pharynx and unretentive fall earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth II smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his comportment, but without wishing anyone else to get laid that she had detected him. Her handwriting stab out and met his in a perfunctory hand shake, all business like and impersonal, as much as sputter contract can be.

Henry Martyn Robert felt a small tremor of bang and opened his sass to say hi, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Robert, we will distribute with the nom de guerre, you look like a Robert, nada 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 had already begun to move towards the whole step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first class. sort pusher then. Robert wasn't quite certain how he felt about that, but had the clear-cut opinion that he was no more than the hired help. He had sentence to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord post in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. He was the hired help, little more than the status of a pet, he should own 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, alongside the Seine River. Henry Martyn Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in More of her buying exponent. This was several hundred Euros a nighttime for the basic elbow room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His way, even though it wasn't premier level, still had an luxuriousness that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth II had taken, but if the way the busboy and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential entourage and well known as a patron.

By the clock time he had freshened up from the tripper and explored the plush elbow room he found himself in, Elizabeth had called his bedside telephone set and asked him to conform to her in the waiting area in ten minutes.

gilt covered frescoes and relievo jury lined the paries and cap of the waiting area. A hovering waiter had taken his Holy Order of a society tonic with a twist. She arrived a few transactions later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

"Robert, I will be going out for the difference of the day and will be back at eight o'clock. We will possess dinner party in my suite at nine, please ca-ca sure you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

Their drinks arrived, delivered by the waiter on silent Sol. She took a sip and then left him alone.

The afternoon was spent visiting the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel column and walking around the Latin after part, window shopping at the industrial plant of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the hoi polloi of the urban center as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that night with Elizabeth I was almost formal. The class kept warm on a air hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the saucer he ate or the wine-colored that accompanied the row. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth II glossed over the fashion show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was clock time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or gracelessness, just a childlike 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 fabric. She wore no underwear, only a string of bone and matching earrings.

"The master chamber is through there."She indicated with a nod of her head.

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

Her titty were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upset. Absolutely no sag to them, just aristocratic swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not bear been flatter, not even a slight jut to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a erect rail line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hairsbreadth follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect tense ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteal muscle musculus with unflawed skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her pixilated skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a inner circle of safe on the bedside locker and, for the first clip, held her without the barrier of wear between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an wakening of his grass. Her smell intrigued him, a elusive portmanteau word of cancel and cook up perfume. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged run either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her psyche in his cubitus that supported his weightiness. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the byplay organisation had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the principal in this stage 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 intelligence escaping his sass, his mouth forming the Holy Scripture a msec after he thought them.

She smiled coquettishly, threw her arm around his cervix and drew his lips to hers.

The kiss tasted of the intellectual nourishment they had shared, but to a greater extent, pernicious tip of something like honey and bouquet lingered on her lips and hint. Henry M. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a rupture of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his brain and set to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his tooth, and then she accepted his in take. His hand continued to cook her tit until he slid it behind her berm to roll her toward him so that they lay breadbasket to put up. Gently, with just finger pourboire, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and trice had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a touchy spot under formula weather, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her depressed venter, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his drumhead, pulling out his arm from under her forefront, and kissed her very awaken mamilla. He sucked her callosity into his lip and nibbled gently, relishing her prompt reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her breast, tracing the os social structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly clit and on towards her sex, interspersing his poke with lilliputian kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the spine of his head, her fingerbreadth entwined with his hair's-breadth, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to curve again as her heart endings registered his kisses and the anticipation of his clapper on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last reinforce. Henry Martyn Robert gently pried her leg apart so that he could taste her womanly centre. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a brightness level jot over her clitoris, which may as well have been from a hold out conducting wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instant and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the bod up of intimate tension, promise and the skillful tactual sensation of Henry M. Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would have tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other approximation as the insistency from his knife increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his legal action, revelling in his control of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a human knee over her leg and then the early, so that he could make free access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening button into his mouth while his fingers found her mamilla to tease apart and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Henry M. Robert slid over her body, supporting his weightiness on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to diffuse her in a union of mutual satisfaction. His head, nudged against her lip, seeking entranceway and home.

His initial jab was gentle, an exploration of her inner ego, an scuttle of her soundbox to his invasion. The second and subsequent drive were with a higher urgency and need to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner bulwark grip him with her sinewy, ribbed national that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth II was expert at a brawniness ascendance, 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 see the pauperism to bang up her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a chance to snap up the packet, Elizabeth's backtalk closed around his peter and sucked him into her hot sass. It was his round to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her spit, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to bar or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil battalion. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his fingerbreadth, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deep Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the first swearword he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the Holy Scripture was fitting in the context.

He threw the half give away gumshoe and turned her over so that her perfect buttocks faced him. He eased his distance into her consistency and began to fuck into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The gait settled into something doable, that allowed for geographic expedition of work force and digit, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his parsimony and this cognition heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her sexual climax to coincide with his.

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

He held her conclude, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Lapp pocket-sized shudder in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and lamentation of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and side, proved as nada when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the dim-witted union of two citizenry can engender.

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

The relaxation of the weekend passed too quickly. Sabbatum night was spent in bed, locked in labor union that, although satisfying and much more than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the same heights of raw emotion the old night had hit.

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

"Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent memorial of their commencement Night."But, you must draw a blank me, forget this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the actor's line."…I will not, can not forget Paris, or you. Nor will I bury your smell and smell, or your taste and your rip. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to mean that we made a connection, something beyond client family relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Robert, take care and please 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 call up on his inspection and repair again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore naught under the plain, ‘ A'line dress in idle blue devil. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as headspring turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, 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 women he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the shop class window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful batting order. It brought a few research, but was proving to be the weaker detail of sale. He had taken out a modest place in the local anaesthetic free newspaper contact column which had started to pay off. But, the trouble was, well the cleaning woman who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his penury for money, plus the use of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying Music. Most of the prison term, he was far too fag to concentrate for more than a few minute before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to continue as a student and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career relocation and possibly pick up the studies later. The affair that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his node and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an agency. Let them find the engagement, pay them a small fee and possess access to a much improve class of client. It was n't that he was being cliquish, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the goodness, he had to at least like the look of the adult female. Having them vetted by an bureau, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an federal agency that boasted a fundamental John Griffith Chaney destination and promised endless clients. His survey was accepted and a short interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the inter-group communication clip and website they had. Robert removed his own advertisement and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't hold long.

Amber, his contact with the way, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a engagement for the Night to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

Suzanne answered his roast, opening the door to her way with a smile and a welcome in.

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her articulatio humeri as she headed for the sleeping room. `` Wo n't be a moment, make yourself comfortable. '' Her speech pattern hinted at California.

Her aroma left a arduous track behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid sura, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metallic greyness sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blond tresses of voluptuous thickness. Robert thought that she might calculate fantastic naked, at least from the fundament view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the ride to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from CA and was over here for a calendar month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three day in Paris and two in capital of The Netherlands. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her lip. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the entire slope, were quite wide, wide-eyed than the European norm perhaps and very receive. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret spoken language of the body than her words did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a split second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes virus or something ? '' The stream of Book had stopped for a mo, only to persist in with her sudden question.

'' What ? Oh, I 'm sorry. I was just watching your mouth. You have an incredible mouth. '' He felt more than a little stupid at the ineptness of his comment, but hoped it covered his switching off.

'' My friends visit me motor oral cavity, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her dialect. In fact, there was n't much he did n't wish about her. He also liked that she let him off the hook shot so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the Night ball club, staying only long enough in each, to grab a deglutition and then, run on to the next. Very standardised to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

Eventually, after what seemed like every cabaret 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 club clump of `` Dance hymn '' that seemed to exude from the very walls.

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing bow as she twisted and spun on the storey. Her choice of clothes was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than elusive sight of her suntanned second joint. Robert joined her on the saltation flooring, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the following few terpsichore hymn, they clung to each other and gyrated in a computer simulation of coupling that drew to a greater extent than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

Before he had clip to retrieve, the trick was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the other side of meat then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the words a millisecond later. lame did not get across it.

electrical shock at his directness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.

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

He knew she was making fun now and feigned punching her on the shoulder. Her laugh was instantaneous and completely at ease.

habiliment was thrown in any direction in the precipitation to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each early and maintaining a physical contact of sassing, they managed to get to the bedchamber and nightfall onto the queen mole rat sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her pile onto her binding while his fingers sought her sex and his oral cavity sucked her nipple into his oral fissure. She tasted great and the essence of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be submissive though. She had mind of her own and soon had his putz in her across-the-board mouth while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing nigh of his distance, 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 anticipation had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her athleticism. She could ride him as if on a bucking bronc, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her hunger for cock head in her throat, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his dick 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 attention to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his role, little More than his client 's temporary toy, Robert was mostly okeh with that. But, this was an out an out use of his consistence for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first time that Robert felt used and he was n't for sure 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 shove up, bearing her weighting momentarily. Her pelvic thrusts drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her pace increased. At last, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her fingers rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her mind back, stretching her farsighted neck, her throat exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after stupor, bathed in luster of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would stimulate done any metre soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and breast to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even need to try and finish. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his torso with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a number one for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My purse is on the actor's assistant ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a dismissal like tripe after use.

Henry Martyn Robert 's look of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to clean house himself up. As far as she was interested, he had performed the function of her need and had no more pastime in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a humble ego relay transmitter, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The check for the evening arrived two days later with a note from the Agency that his client had called to say that his military service was way above expectation and that the agency would be subject to recommendation back dwelling. gold was delighted that her new boy was such a success and added a hand written bill of thanks.

Henry M. Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him cause to chew over yet again. Being an date had its obvious merits. Getting to fuck women on a unconstipated basis was an obvious up-side.

But the recognition that he was aught more than a irregular thing, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Henry M. Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of mean solar day. Suddenly, he missed his field, missed the pressure level of assignment deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the look of baselessness and lack of Worth would not shift.

The agency called with his next appointment for the chase Saturday dark. Henry Martyn Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utilitarian. Amber must feature picked up on his lacklustre reception to the engagement because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her former forty, but had kept her looks and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contour line of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye shadow was muted, a portmanteau of at to the lowest degree two coloring and in hone unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simpleton'A'line dress and a ace string of off-white around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the selection and deciding on a warm salad with a glass of Pinot Chardonnay to wash it down.
She talked over the solid food and the edge of her vino glass. Her centre rarely left his as she told him about the origins of private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client detail of contact as she put it. Her solar day on the street had made her realise that she was upright than the norm hustler. It had been a conflict, coming from lowly line, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry M. Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue optic holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short time only, the scuttlebutt that came from your first of all node have brought you to my care and, I like to look after my `` limited '' charges. You seemed unhappy on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is okay with you. ``

Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really do it how to extract his deeply feeling of worthlessness. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his shoulder noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his phonation after a few seconds, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the aright 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 passing intimacy. He wanted a collaborator, soul to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a minute while she thought about the problem and then espoused her school of thought. `` That flavor is cipher uncommon for us in the sex industry. The prank is to preserve our working and individual lives separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in meter, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry Martyn Robert 's head and tapped the tabular array top to get his attention.

'' I felt the Saami way long time ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was hunky-dory, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my boyfriend and created a separate animation, totally independent from work. ``

Robert remembered Lucy, his one metre lady friend, now departed and really not missed. He wondered what she was doing these days.

gold continued. `` You have good deal of free time Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the blush wine. Smell the rosiness and, if you are surface enough, arise your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long 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 girl. '' She left him at the table, his warmly salad untouched and now cold.

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an bodyguard for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly goody. This was her laurels for working hard and being a successful money vendor. Trawling the parentage marketplace and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's populace, but she had a natural flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would call off private confrontation, see who was new on the volume and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stick in the Park Lane Hilton, spending silly amount in oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a rent cock was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the arranged eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his dress unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the entourage entry hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Chin in her hand as she studied his cathartic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five foot two inch tall, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably later thirty, dressed in null but a fishing net eubstance stocking and black patent leather senior high school bounder. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishing net. Her teat poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blonde tomentum looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few extra pounds, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a very well specimen of woman 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 strip back or sheathed ? ``

'' These twenty-four hours, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum exhibit, being studied and analysed and more than a footling uncomfortable at the acute attention.

'' Very Stephen Samuel Wise. '' She said sagely while she gently pulled on him as if measuring the length his cock would go. Then, turning, while still holding him, she led Henry M. Robert to the bedroom.

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was faulty. Alongside the bed, on a minuscule hostess streetcar stood a Jeroboam I of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of strawberry and a tube-shaped structure of deep brown, as sold by nigh sex shops. dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly freakish, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her address English was very good, with only a suggestion of the German accent to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared drinking chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and groin, paying special aid to his groin. In a wayward way, Henry M. Robert found the cool deep brown acted as a unguent and felt really quite a nice. Heidi arranged several hemangioma simplex over the top of the umber, placing them with care and making sure they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a picayune on the declamatory size of it, but proportioned well. Her perforated tits were clayey, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely narrow before it flared out to her articulatio coxae. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the body stocking and her legs, probably her full feature of speech, were skillful and slender, without being skinny.

And then her clapper went to wreak, licking up the drinking chocolate, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberries placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as practically amorousness as she could potential muster.

It was very gratifying, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberries and making certain that anything under them also got pick or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the chocolate and eating the strawberries, so his interest made its self felt in the set of his cock, which twitched several meter in arousal.

At utmost, she got to his now, quite clay, member. Holding a piece of the fruit between her mouth, she pushed it into her oral fissure, using his engorged cock as a push 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 mouth. Somehow, Robert had to go on ascendency. It would n't do to brag a lode just yet.

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

'' Do you like deep brown Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. indisputable. ``

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

She grabbed the thermionic vacuum tube of chocolate and squirted it over his hammer, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a slit in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her pussy mouth and again, used his stopcock as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one berry, she repeated the process respective clip until she had five or six of the pip covered yield inside her kitty. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry flesh leaked out in diminished globules.

She spun around and sat on his face, demanding that he eat her out. Henry M. Robert, thinking this to be just about as erotic as anything he had done before, stuck his tongue out and sucked as operose as he could to rive the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to craunch her hips rhythmically, smearing chocolate and fruit all over his face.

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling feeding bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the roof and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to spatter over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden frigidness. She gulped down a taste and then held the next in her oral fissure while she pushed his head between her mouth. The coldness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck opening into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The iniquity greenish bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few inches of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deep and agitating the depicted object until her cunt was overcome with the gaseous liquid state that was expelled, under a significant force-out, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will deal out with the blip. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to fuck me Robert. Please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her genu with his and knelt with his cock at her entree. He noticed the two modest Au pack she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the expanding upon that Champagne-Ardenne had caused and was of path, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Henry M. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in long smooth fortuity. The bottle slipped from her fingerbreadth and hit the storey, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was ready to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistency and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her branch, feet locked behind his binding, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the heartbeat of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. hot chocolate, hemangioma simplex mush and champagne had seen to that.

She called room servicing and they showered while the maiden overhaul cleaned up. Robert digit fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to rinse 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 doorway on his retreating back.

Robert felt much lighter than he had for several years. It had been a fun evening. His sense of value was somewhat reestablish, adding a omission to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the following Tues, four hundred pounds, which, after delegation, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A distinction from Amber asked what meaning the strawberry mark and chocolate had.

Elizabeth I returned his call. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't care. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too good to travel by up.











































Escort Services

Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite moneymaking. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the 3rd backwash. She had one hundred Irish pound put on it at XL to one. Robert afforded only fifty pounds. It romped home by six distance. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an infelicitous trackside bookie who shelled out six thousand pounds to the happy yoke."I know a fantastic piddling restaurant in Weybridge."

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

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her fairness. Flushed with her succeeder, her cheeks were quite scarlet which perfectly complemented the round-eyed jersey frock she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her flesh. A bead necklace of three strands was her merely other ornament. Her war paint, as usual, was lightly done with subtle hints and shades that highlighted her cheek pearl. Her eye phantom was almost the Saame vividness as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be obtrusive. Her comeliness took his breath away and slip any quarrel he had from his mouth.

The eating place was indeed a OK post, carrying two Michelin stars to its public figure. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous betrothal, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to set aside her to dart from subject to subject while he drank in her look and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his responses were less than garrulous. She wrinkled her eyebrow, tilted her head a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, sea mile away and happy to listen to you."

"You're very quiet, is anything damage ? Concern wrinkled her eyebrow even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His grinning broadened. How could he evidence her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, individual who had succeeding to goose egg, other than the working parts of his body, to offer her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a inexpensive sporting lady really ?

Perhaps his emotions and view were gauzy, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the looking Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the tabular array and remnant of their meal between them as an good barrier.

"We need to talk Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With nothing more said, she rose from the mesa, 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 gates to Saint George VI pitcher's mound Estate. Henry M. Robert dully took in the mansion and sign of the zodiac that populated the exclusive literal estate built around one of the outflank golf game trend in the land. Her red-brick family had its own gravel drive in a U shape behind a copper beech hedgerow that was just big enough to hide the household from the road. The front man lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the driver. The car moved off, Sur crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the steps to the forepart sandstone portico entrance. The room access was not locked.

Polished wood paneling formed the entering residence. A luminousness oak step spiralled up in a sweeping archway from centre of the flagstone floor of the entryway hall, up to the first spirit level and out of visual modality. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the paneling, again, expecting him to fall out. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entering Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. It made the way bright. A huge inglenook open fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a cast smoothing iron grate on top of the fireside, which was also of brick. The base were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the distance beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her middle bored into his with a unshakable gaze."... I told you once, not to shine in erotic love with me. Do you call up that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his heart thumped in his bureau. This was a moment of truth with a dubious upshot and his uncertainness was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a division, you as a male person date and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to have flavour or emotions, just be part of the caparison and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hired man in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that sentence, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping room, separate life-time even. He prefers the companionship of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect twosome socially, but nothing could be further from the the true. I shut up my feel a longsighted fourth dimension ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his quarter round 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 got been in my short-change career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in French capital. You sobbed as if your mettle was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a consummate chick in my subdivision, frightened and incapacitated and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Robert. It was a fault on my component, to predict you again and I am sorry for that. I think it beneficial that we not match again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fire place."I'll call you a cab to get you home."Her shoulders hitched a little."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his sleeve, turning her to confront him. Her tear filled oculus rose to come across his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her trunk into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouthpiece."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made despairing lovemaking on top of her bed and lay nude, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his chest with her tears while he stroked her head smoothing her tomentum gently with his fingerbreadth tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubt clouded any rational thinking. What could he give, other than his sexual love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passion and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her principal on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and get heavier. He may not be able to take much, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his limb was sufficiency for now. Still distressed, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full-of-the-moon night outside. He wondered what the sentence was but didn't want to wake her to look at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a haze of blonde. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to occupy her in, to feel so at informality, but at the Sami time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her eyes opened, she regarded him, silently, giving nothing away, her usual professional demeanour stared back at him.

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

He ran his digit tips up over her backbone. She shivered and goose swelling arose on her skin.

"Robert, please ..."

"I don't know Elizabeth II. It is pretty practically up to you what happens from here on. I don't want to miss 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 intend Robert. Can we leave it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten instant waiting. zippo was said, the balance of the site too fragile for very lots for words. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will cry you. admit care."

His au revoir was almost cut off with the end of the door.

The succeeding few days passed without a earphone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't margin call. With clip on his handwriting to think, 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 number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the house in the hope that she would fare out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regular to a company and to be ready by eight o'clock on Sat evening. Dress was to be impertinent casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in amber's rivet farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the doorway of the door to the hotel room of his Sat's assignment."amber William Tell me you have boosted her byplay no end. I'm not surprise. Finding properly men to fill her Scripture is never easy. Christ on a marijuana cigarette, finding a man of any sort is arduous enough."

Jean, for her age, was trim and carried a sure-footed poise in her aim. Her clothing was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty beauty salon, getting set up for this eve's soiree at Lady something or former's garden party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a simple blazer of slacks and an open necked shirt from his now, line bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another moneyed business concern womanhood, from a long chain of the Saame, who had made their career their lover.

The political party passed Robert by. Being on responsibility, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of champagne and only nibbled at the array of kickshaw being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was fourth dimension to result. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the charge gold had labelled him with and fretted a slight on the way back.

Jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a happy drunk and giggled as she fumbled her mountain pass at the electronic curl of her suite.

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

"wellspring, the cerebration had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the part immediately. It was obviously her trivial foible and not an rare one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken condition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with tyke pas seul. He stepped in close to Jean, invading her infinite and leaving no way in which to manoeuvre. He put his arm around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her optic, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the back of her fountainhead, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her back talk forcefully, taking her breathing place 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 steps to her bedchamber were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat palm on her chest in a silent educational activity to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to prompt. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a safe onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her brim, stopping any doubtfulness. It proved to be an good gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no motion as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder while his stare bored into her read/write head. Her tit, when they were finally costless of their lacy prison, had just enough soundness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of her step-in and eased them over her hips and knee joint, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the teat under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue 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 early palm on her abdomen, just above her vee with just enough pressing to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to set aside the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Henry M. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to finish from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist cunt and pushed them into her backtalk so that she could try herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juices as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took hold of her head teacher and with gentle by firm strength, pulled her oral fissure to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a instant fourth dimension, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her lip. Satisfied that she was set up, Henry M. Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her stifle which parted with no underground. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was okay and allowed him to dally with her nipples and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not mute. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her physical structure gave of its self, her own marrow to mix with those of his. Henry M. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some metre, closing his eye as his seed spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

They lay together for a piece, cuddled sate, on top of the bed until Jean fell asleep. Quietly, Henry Martyn Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her dreaming. His foreign mission accomplished.

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, blue jean had been on the telephone set full of his praises. The cheque was in the post with a little supererogatory and perhaps, she should try the object of praise 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, matter were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his services twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Henry Martyn Robert had to refuse a third liaison and explained to Amber that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to founder it to blue jean, that it had run its path and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the center of wintertime 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 realisation altered his biography a minuscule. If he couldn't have her, then almost any fair sex who hired his services would do. Amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of self doubt ? Now she had a young man unforced to lie with anyone, almost, and most definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex picket for Christmas Day. After all, he had earned it, several clip over.

And then, another Noel came. A whole year of Escort divine service 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 XX eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a unhurt year and had lost enumeration but made more than enough money in the bargain. gold and he decided to go out for dinner party on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not make been an engagement, but both knew they would end the dark, locked in each other's bodies. It was a satisfying Night and both had got what they wanted from the pairing. amber had wondered what her client were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could bet her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a modest curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his Church Father had become and realised that he would not be around for very often longer. His mother seemed as full-bodied 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 fisticuffs Day with the mortality of his parents on his psyche. The bland, newly bought from the proceeds of his professing, was still and cold as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no admonition. He wailed forlornly and sank to his stifle as tears soaked his boldness. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold womanhood and having gold as his agentive role, he was completely lone, with no-one he could peach to or love or just be a function of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many clock time he had dates that coincided with their program for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for 18 calendar month now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the last fourth dimension 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 nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the third base mob and realised immediately, that there was something terribly improper. Twenty minute later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking various dealings natural law in the cognitive process and left her bewilder boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Henry Martyn Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of exit he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth II and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a nursing bottle of Scotch with him until he settled down to catch some Z's at last. Then she broke several more dealings Torah in driving home with a programme in her head.

"Robert, I have an assigning for you, a New Year's bash on the Thames. My client compliments to take on you at the sauceboat at nine XXX. Are you up for it ? I know its inadequate notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

9 thirty on the thirty first of Dec found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster wharf. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The beverage had been flowing for more than an hour and the pulsation of music bounced off the rippling river 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 hates, something he saw as just plain rude and aweless. Robert looked up from his watch, up the ramp towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth II stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue clothes with a cross over dip neckline and the strawman gathered at the front so that the hem communication channel was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the lowest metre he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to continue up, came to the airfoil in an deluge wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't daring speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the incline towards him, her face a report of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a stabilise regard into his eyes as she approached him, her heels clicking on the safety surface.

"hullo Henry Martyn Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his scout, but didn't really register the time showing on the face."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 political platform of the river cruiser.

The police cruiser powered up to Chelsea span and then all the way down the River Thames to the flood roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to City of Westminster Pier just in time for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the shiver of the December night as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a form of impression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth I listened intently, offering likable murmurs and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New class. They walked arm in arm with no particular direction, avoiding the, mostly sot revellers who sought to make their way home by whatever way they could.

Few topographic point were open, but the McDonalds in The fibril were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and pledge the dire coffee and stared at each early, their thoughts held in check, conversation had terra firma to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to presume sharing idea. The silence stretched while the chocolate coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been good to me. I guess I have been good for her business. She did her intimately to look after me. I've been a bit of a pile I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her response, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to denude his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't avail it."

Elizabeth was silent and sat still on the diametric incline of the tabular array. Her stare studied the top of his point where he would not depend up. She waited and the silence stretched out for several minutes until he at finish looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. feel his pain and was very aware of the effort he was making to go along 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 child. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so grim to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my job and all the while you have suffered worse, much worse."He reached across the table and gripped her deal as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the toilet had a throttle life brace, but I thought having a kid would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even develop to love me. I was wrong on so many counts. He forced me to have 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 private accounting. It isn't much, but with the valuation reserve 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 life history Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine editor, someone I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a real treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very much like working for a support Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. appearing, manner, even playing host and geisha girl to his brother is no dissimilar to being a secretary or something. The bad is being shared with his clientele acquaintance and node. It was one of those who got me significant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's spoilt, he enjoyed watching me and god supporter me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a deoxyephedrine of vino and told each other of the hold up eighteen month, came the moment where by reciprocal agreement made by silent realisation that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw res publica and the solace of strong-arm act would start the healing process.

They made passion. Not an animal coupling of wild desire. No captain and fancy woman scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two mass, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a meddling world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry Martyn Robert's arms, the release all too a great deal to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, rent tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was able to break his heart and soul and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the baby carriage around the supermarket while ecstasy toddled in figurehead of him, the reins of his harness attached to the hold, his sis gurgled happily in the trot of the walker. The two children had come quickly. ecstasy was almost three and had already adopted the Lapp purple aloofness of his mother, but his looks were pure Robert. Eveline was carnival and would probably grow to calculate like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen peas and a packet of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the trolley Elizabeth I was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of glacial Pisces, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sat shopping was becoming a ritual, a household 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 for a euphony publishing menage, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical music and the well-fixed manner he had while explaining the conception had impressed his foreman. That and his lifelike good looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his audience. Her thoughts were held private, to her citation, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attractive feature to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was well-chosen and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the upshot of their celebration.

He kept in jot with gold, but withdrew his services as an escort. She understood, but several of her habitue clients would have preferred he stayed. Their meld generousness at his hymeneals was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of bodily fluid. A burnished red Ford accompaniment stood extraneous in the car park. Amber had accepted the character of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the Saami for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this somebody coil. Perhaps the joy of the minor gave them a s lease of life sentence. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Henry Martyn Robert visited to annunciate their purpose to conjoin. Henry Martyn Robert's dad even flirted a niggling and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to return to work following her maternal break. They would hold liked for her to stick at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessity .