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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his semen squirt into her sassing in almost painful spasm of ejaculation. Her nasty grip at the radical of his stopcock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his eubstance. Her rim, locked around his imperial head, creating a seal, trapping his glutinous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her multi-coloured lips, to run down his beam of light and coalesce at the stand of his shave cock.

For a consequence, she was quite happy to let his whitish white substance, pool in the little hole where ascendant met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after gustation of his spend. Then, in exquisite and moot slowness, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her throat until her backtalk met the resistance of his testis and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to walk between her backtalk and his cock once again, to regress to the warmth of her mouth. When she was fulfil she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her head teacher, allowing his shaft to issue from her throat and between her back talk until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her grueling, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grin played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shoal water came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been slew torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of freeing and had kept him on the bound for something like two time of day. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to edulcorate the going. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the field glass roof of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his blast been. Mike closed his oculus for a moment's respite.

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

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

His advertisement in the newspaper shop class was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half week since the advertizement went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did cerebrate to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher monetary value would be less attractive to the wretched end of the market, meaning that he might have got a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the firstly client hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a trouble, but that wasn't his only when motivation. It would be fantastic to see a fertile woman to sponsor him through the rest of his discipline.

Wealthier adult female had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant good afternoon in his fellowship. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain sprightliness of adventure. A rich fair sex seemed to sustain far more experience and a desire to cause her wants wait on to, than say, a woman who had to work for a life. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to wager and explore or, a greater tedium and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain stitch white envelope. Neither of them hurried to set, she preferred a silklike house coat which flapped open at the front showing her raise tit and surgically flattened abdomen. Her wealth bought a trunk more in keeping with someone one-half her age. They left the cool confines of the consortium firm to return to the living elbow room where the good afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the overleap lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike tilt forward, kissing her boldness as he opened the main entering door.

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

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new business batting order that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional tabular array by the doorway. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the iciness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an Aug day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breathing place away momentarily. Henry M. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business concern visiting card, drove abode to a cool shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music Christian Bible, he briefly checked his solution phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the beginning from his mother telling him he was expected that Sabbatum, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to remember of him as seventy. The former message was a little more qabalistic, but then turned out to be one of the several crown of thorns dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to hold open his two humanity apart. Lucy, his half-time girlfriend had no approximation about his cash raising dodging. He had been heedful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't encounter, not that it would be too lots of a trouble, it was a release system they shared, but it might prove sly to excuse if she saw him with unlike women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a little effect on his progress through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lector and does imply you missed the life-sustaining compass point of the lecture. major power Point notes just didn't convey the real meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

"how-do-you-do, is that Mike ?"The distaff voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long burrow, obviously a mobile.

Hearing his working name, 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 loud noise. The line of merchandise went placid 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 ! crack, 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 adjoin for a coffee the side by side morning. Henry M. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn't his darling composer, finding his medicine a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


wisecrack looked pretty a good deal as he had imagined her. An elfish face was framed by browned ringlet butterfly that sat atop a thin framed, contract shouldered female child. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his eccentric, he didn't go for the diminutive in a fair sex, preferring self assurance and a dead body to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a inquiring and bright tone in her eyes.

"Mike ?"She stood around five feet four inches, definitely under ten stone and trembling over every inch.

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

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

"Two sugars right ?"

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

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

Henry M. Robert was able to study her in the thoughtfulness of the mirror behind the bar. Sally overprotect with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knee. She fidgeted constantly, showing her ferment in jerky, perpetual movements. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of betimes mid-sixties fashion with large prime in red and rap printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her organic structure. Her digit were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hired man, slender, but not quite bony. slenderize wrist joint led to slender weapons system eventually lost in the dropped arm. Briefly, he imagined her bare, the look-alike didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky java on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a base at the end of the counterpunch. Henry M. Robert loaded the saucers with the multi-colour pipe of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

"So, order me, what's the social function you're going to ?"He placed the umber in front of her as he sat opposite.

"It's a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner party and dance result, its a duad's dark and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a young man, but the interruption filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first time and, well…"She ran out of language, her plethora painfully obvious by the flush in her cheeks and her handwriting wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to see just how practically this meeting was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their intro to conversant territory, she might unbend a piffling.

"I'm an Accountant for a law firm, been there for a few years. Its okeh, but the hours are recollective. 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 frankness of purpose.

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

At seven, Friday eve, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the samara in his rent tux. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a specify mews off of Flood Street.

wisecrack looked as if she should take in wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a orb gown made up of level of diaphanous gauzy stuff, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the consequence of a wingless pansy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or LE. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulder. It had been straightened and coloured promiscuous than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of smart yellow orchidaceous plant on a articulatio radiocarpea band.

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

The food was very beneficial, several class ranging from plot, fish, fowl and red nitty-gritty, each accompanied by gratuitous wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiter, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

crack was to encounter one of the top honor, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge softwood in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore Island. She returned back to their tabularise clutching a chalk and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to split her boldness. The award was a make out surprisal to her, adding to the shudder of the achievement.

Some meter later, when the elbow room started to go louder, when swallow induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their way out. She had downed several flutes of Champagne-Ardenne and was somewhat the unsound for it.

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

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

"Do you desire to do up ?"She asked him, her eyes unfocused, peering at his face.

"Um, OK, I'll see you in."Robert dismissed the number one wood, telling him he would capture a cab.

The compounding of bubbly and fresh air hit sortie quite suddenly. A helping hand flew to her mouth as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching retch, managing to aim it all into a concrete flush planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her lip while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entering door of her apartment city block whose mews entryway belied the distance behind the glass door, then, eventually to her door. Henry Martyn Robert unlocked the door, taking her headstone from her fumbling hands.

crack rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance antechamber as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, design on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a methamphetamine topped coffee table that took centre home of her sparsely equipped apartment. What furniture there was, wheel spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the living room some ten minutes later, very a lot better and steadier than she had been. Her heart had cleared and the ruddiness of tipsiness had gone.

"Look, I should go, we can have that coffee tree 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 despair in her vocalization accentuated with staccato movements.

"I um… well I had hoped you would bide for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a female reading of Uriah batch from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the expulsion of intoxicant had sobered her up, but allowed the cheek to return.

"expression, I won't be a moment."Without word of advice, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the living room. Alone, Robert sat on the nigh armchair to look her return.

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

And then, suddenly, from a split up room access behind him, she came back into the room, a little susurration of sound the only hint he had that she had returned. Henry M. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky Patrick Victor Martindale White hide was an opposite contrast to the black of a brassy harness, the case Anne summertime catalogues sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her pocket-size tit before joining and disappearing around her back only to return much down in the mouth and link just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless snatch. A studded taking into custody completed the entirety of her attire. That at to the lowest degree, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the urge. Her nerves were shot already. His mirthfulness would completely unmake her. Dressed, sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, delicate even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like costa or hip bones, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a softness and balance that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her lead genu cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her vertebral column so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy garden pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

"Do you like ?"She coquettishly tilted her principal, 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 charge toward him. She threw herself face down on the base at his foot. He winced imagining the harm it must stimulate caused her spare physical body as she connected with the marble base roofing tile. She had indeed shackled her script behind her back, the cuffs 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 turn of events and wasn't sure enough quite what to do with her for a consequence. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any clue to this brazen side of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather horseshoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the roofing tile and the force of her landing on them had made her pap stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first sentence, did he wonder why adult female with bantam titty had tumid nipple, large than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his ft lightly on her flat venter and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

shag hell ! He thought to himself, this cleaning 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 elbow room the moment she had her understructure under her and then retort a few seconds later with a dilute riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this metre and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his rightfield hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was firm except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milky clean buttocks to him as she bent at the shank and rested on the chair arm with her fundament on the floor.

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured peel, 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 call for to be assuage, if he didn't want to ache her.

He flicked the loop end, lightly striking her break bottom. She yelped dutifully and a diminished red mark showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"master key must penalise me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me hard, my sine are so great."

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

"Harder."

His succeeding blow was Sir Thomas More than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the same spot, brought outcry from her pleading for more than and yes, operose yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Henry Martyn Robert, hitting charwoman, even in intimate gaming was not his idea of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the floor. Her nozzle was approximately point with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Henry Martyn Robert slid the tab of his zip fastener down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his action mechanism. He pulled the pother of his fly to one side and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his putz. It unfolded and emerged into the visible light of the room.

The crop left a red wheal across her breast. One more diagonal, another red welt pointing to her teat across her left boob was all it needed for her to be quivering, sass open up, gasping and a light perspiration on her brow. He dropped the harvest onto the settee.

"Now my minuscule slave, use your sass and make sure you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hair at the book binding of her headway, winding it around his fingerbreadth. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his length as he dared, little mysterious then, pulled her head back, only to rip her onto him again. In this way, he slowly sass fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Henry Martyn Robert that she would probably take in allowed him to spew out his seminal fluid in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her lip and slapped her cheek with it.

"Energy my slight break one's back want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my little strumpet ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her oral sex was bowed so her answer was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, please be intimate me."

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding craw from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the relief of the flat, everything was E. B. White or a refinement of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet blanket, being a deep blue sky. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the sharpness of the queen-sized bed. She stood, stock still awaiting his program line. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had prison term to oppose, he lashed her buttocks with the crop, leaving a livid red wheal across both, already reddened cheeks.

"paste your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her legs flew apart, exposing her purulent lips that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the crop, evincing a yip of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next whip of the whip.

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

"kneeling up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her knees under her body, making her little ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger tips over her labia and then between her backtalk. Her little box was red hot and set up for him if her wetness was any indicant. He pushed a finger into her, making it feel as if it was done with force, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too wanton to bruise her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her eubstance. For a brief moment, as Christ Within hit her at the right wing angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

Robert adjusted his position and shoved his length into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

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

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either English, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to push even further into her, his balls were slapping against her button. She was grunting in clip with his jab as her torso accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to have it off her in this mutant of doggy, 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 cries 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 mop up of the act.

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Robert stood in battlefront of her and rubbed his cock, aiming it at her face.

"payoff off the rubber slave."She could only use her teeth ; her hands were still clasped in the helping hand cuffs.

A few Sir Thomas More heart on his naked tool had his seminal fluid hit her cheeks and spray over her frontal bone and eye. Her brim parted to tolerate a little to introduce her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the anticipate coffee, Henry M. Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames River. He was totally shatter and please with the extra two hundred pound 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 satisfaction of all political party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The intoned voice pleaded but, without the article of faith you might expect from individual, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing hybridisation Underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street mendicant never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a honorable touchstone, whisker combed and forgetful and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

He passed the sitting man, thinking that he can't even be bothered with the"fifth wheel"from the usual idiomatic expression"Spare variety please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the large weekend. His nighttime with the accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his energy reticence. The private road to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with vacation traffic and then, after a late finishing to the political party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the subject, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her ego flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Henry Martyn Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the divine service of a psychiatrist. This was possibly one of the chief reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each other.

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory candy kiss on his cheek as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no au revoir or backward glimpse as if she was shutting out the last few minute, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer earphone, but it was only his female parent saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden advance in popularity of definitive music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled orchis and pledge, 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 urge to dump 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 help you ?"

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

"Hi Rachel, yep that's me. The weekend is barren at the mo. 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 date for the evening."

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pound sign for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to admit a cab from her name and address. Dress was to be overbold casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her flavourless in an East Greater London suburbia. He had opted for a brace of stone coloured chinos, a Saint Paul metalworker shirt and a tan sports coat that hadn't seen the ignitor of day for quite some clock time. brown deck shoes completed the tout ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite cook for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the room access to his jam on the Bell push, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone set, her phonation, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive English. Rachel was anything but bantam. Although not weighty, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulder and a heavy set torso supported on midst legs that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of people of color over her eyes and a Christ Within bloom to her buttock. Robert liked the way her short brown hair had been cut into her neck opening, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlight of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the kerb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation lineup with the address on it. coordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted b in Chalfont nonsuch Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his divine service for the return journey later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very orotund men in black suits and black necktie that looked like they might be strangling the sinew bound guys. Henry Martyn Robert thought the case might have had to be sprayed on.

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

The scotch had been watered down or was such a garish variety that all the taste and message had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a duad of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge specs, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, representative struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At final, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go home. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her rear, almost pulling the poor affair off of her feet.

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

The cab was a little late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the night night, Rachel and Sally swapped clapper in a presentation of womanly luxuria and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped question first, onto the back prat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag dame. Robert found that he had to lease the single drag down seat so he was facing the two girls and would induce his book binding to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gearing, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's articulatio genus and proceeded to Daniel Chester French kiss her. Henry M. Robert had a fleeting glance of white panties as her dame opened. He watched the two girls as their clapper performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite inadequate. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passionateness increased.

sortie's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flapping to grasp a breast. Rachel's hands were equally busy, travelling the duration of sortie's torso and pull at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached sallying forth's plane, the girl had become completely lost in each former. Although they had managed to hold back some modestly by not actually exposing each others body component, the appearance they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab device driver to study the rear view mirror.

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

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

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

Robert would take in let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the disturbance of the two charwoman, taking advantage of the room access left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a ternary shot of tequila and some strange tap succus. sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a finale by room.

"Um, looking, 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 parry top.

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

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

"Oh please check, Sally really wants to love you, she said so and… well a terzetto sounds quite a nice doesn't it Sal ?"

He hadn't heard sally come up behind him. She reached around his waist and grasped his Lucille Ball, playfully squeezing them as if to test their weight. He felt a momentaneous panic as he wondered just what it was he had landed in.

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot pecker while me girlfriend eats me."sortie let him go only to grok his buttocks with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is drawers down fille while I ‘ ave a skillful feel."

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

"Fucking hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few in away from his cock, looked almost disk sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his head in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. near of his cock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to dedicate her an idea that he wasn't small in the penile section, was showing.

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

They shared the sucking responsibility, swapping him from sass to utter between kissing each early, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to visit a stoppage after a few minutes, not wanting to drop off all too soon, even into leave mouths.

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

He sipped a Coca Cola with ice in it while he watched the girlfriend go at it. They kissed and explored, tongue darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four digit into Rachel's body. It was only a subject of clock time and lubrication, until her unscathed hand, up to the radiocarpal joint was disappearing. Rachel's drumhead thrashed from English to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a aloud squeal as she came with a outburst of yellow-brown fluid.

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

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

Robert's future assignment found him in the clutches of an old cleaning lady after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint small tea shop in the lanes. There was zip he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his juvenility and virility didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to offend her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His fault though, was lying when he said he wasn't tactual sensation too well. She came back for another wisecrack at him a few 24-hour interval later, stating her interestingness in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would have been ready to hand, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so aghast that he was almost physically spew. She eventually took the tinge after several phone calls that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Robert's following few assignments and rest of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each fair sex who called his publicize number, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally untempting. He began to mean that it had all been founding father luck until Elizabeth I called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many twelvemonth to a successful businessman who took little interest in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, someone to read off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her belatedly twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her garb sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discourse terms.

She was to go to Paris to take in a manner display, a sociable effect on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any Thomas More, she liked to keep abreast of the trend and had many friends who still peddled their ankle on the catwalk.

He was to fulfill her at Saint Pancras Station, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and arrive at sure enough he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite accurate about the arrangement and demonstrated an orderly brain that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star train would arrive in the situation the day before. If it did indeed get, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in typesetter's case his armed service were needed at some hereafter escort.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at conclusion, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the steps that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The board showed destination to Bruxelles, Lille and genus Paris. He had his ticket, standard class return to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his sports jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was head and shoulders above well-nigh of her fellow traveler, her superlative turning various heads and then her looks causing a 2d glance of perceptiveness. She wore a childlike ‘ A'line, light blue frock that came to just above her knee joint. She wore very small jewellery, apart from a atomic number 79 chandelier at her throat and curt drop-off earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his bearing, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory handwriting trill, all business enterprise like and impersonal, as much as skin declaration can be.

Robert felt a small tremor of rush and opened his mouth to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Henry Martyn Robert, nothing 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 automatonlike, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth I had already begun to locomote towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling inaugural class. secern pusher then. Henry M. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct impression that he was no more than the employ help. He had time to think about it on the two and a one-half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the hired helper, little more than than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a submissive role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped remote Hotel De Ville in Avenue capital of Seychelles, alongside the seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the basic room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His room, even though it wasn't Prime Minister level, still had an opulence that Henry M. Robert had never experienced before. He could only pretend at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the waiter's assistant and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.

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

Gilt covered frescoes and relievo dialog box lined the wall and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his club of a club tonic with a kink. She arrived a few transactions later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

"Henry Martyn Robert, I will be going out for the remainder of the day and will be back at eight o'clock. We will have dinner in my cortege at nine, please make surely you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

Their drinking arrived, delivered by the waiter on mum soles. She took a sip and then left him alone.

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

dinner that nighttime with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not hold put a figure to the ravisher he ate or the wine that accompanied the track. He related the outcome of his walkway about. Elizabeth glossed over the manner show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat to a lesser extent than inspired.

And then, it was fourth dimension to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or clumsiness, just a dim-witted go of issue, as if it had no more significance than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her garb and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underclothing, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breasts were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle fop that culminated in perfectly aligned mamilla with darker aureoles. Her tum could not cause been flatter, not even a slight bump to label her pubic vee. Her haircloth was neatly trimmed to a perpendicular line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the hair follicles removed by some form of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus musculus with flawless cutis as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her muscular structure that rippled smoothly under her tight peel. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a ingroup of condoms on the bedside storage locker and, for the first time, held her without the roadblock of article of clothing between them. The silk tack had been kicked off into a tumble heap at the end of the immense bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her smell intrigued him, a pernicious blend of instinctive and dream up inwardness. Her hair's-breadth, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rill either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blueing and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his cubital joint that supported his weightiness. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an whiteness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business system had changed, so that he was the John Roy Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the lead in this phase of their inter-group communication. 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 words escaping his back talk, his oral cavity forming the give-and-take a millisecond after he thought them.

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

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more, subtle steer of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breath. Henry Martyn Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this cleaning lady and equally aware, that was a rupture of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the backrest of his judgement and bent to the task.

Her knife found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in homecoming. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to suffer. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breathing space as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and pulse had risen, breathing became synchronised as clapper roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her shank, a delicate spot under normal conditions, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual face-off. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower stomach, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his pass, pulling out his arm from under her school principal, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her hardness into his back talk and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate response of arched back. With pure slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her chest, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the tail of her ribcage, over her belly push button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with piffling osculation, savouring her taste.

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

Her anticipation was at last pay back. Robert gently pried her wooden leg apart so that he could try her feminine heart and soul. Tentatively, his glossa tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clitoris, which may as well have been from a live telegram by the result it produced. The chemical reaction was instant and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no Thomas More than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the expert speck of Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would have tried for a reprise then, but Henry Martyn Robert had other estimation as the insistence from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the former, so that he could have unfreeze admission to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his oral fissure while his fingers found her teat to rally and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her bridge player between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her body. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting deepness, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His principal, nudged against her lips, seeking incoming and home.

His initial jab was gentle, an exploration of her inner ego, an opening of her torso to his invasion. The 2d and subsequent thrusts were with a higher urging and need to shoot her as his conquest.

fourth dimension stood unnoticed, Henry M. Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed national that massaged and coaxed his source. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle dominance, 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-bodied to manipulate the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the safe, effectively raising his eubstance over hers. Before he had a chance to grab the mail boat, Elizabeth II's backtalk closed around his hammer and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turn to moan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her clapper, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to check or he would nail right there. He rose and managed to get a condom out of the foil camp. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his finger, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deep Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the number 1 expletive he had heard from her rim, but somehow, the password was fitting in the context.

He threw the half unwrapped synthetic rubber and turned her over so that her thoroughgoing posterior faced him. He eased his length into her body and began to do it into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The footstep settled into something realizable, that allowed for exploration of hands and digit, but was insistent in the bay to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his intimacy and this noesis heightened her own pauperism and wants. Automatically, she tuned her climax to co-occur with his.

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

He held her snug, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same minuscule tremors in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth II turned to harbor him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking shit and wails of utter misery.

Henry M. Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth II really was. The trappings of wealth and emplacement, proved as aught when faced with raw emotion that enceinte sex and the simple trades union of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Sabbatum night was spent in bed, locked in coupling that, although satisfying and much More than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the same heights of raw emotion the previous nighttime had hit.

Their parting at ideal Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business enterprise like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual part resumed and goose egg could infiltrate the barriers.

"Thank you Henry M. Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent remembrance of their beginning dark."But, you must forget me, draw a blank this weekend and forgive me my second of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the language."…I will not, can not leave Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your odor and flavour, or your tasting and your crying. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little to a greater extent than a contractile organ, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond guest family relationship and it is I who should give thanks you."

"good-bye Henry M. Robert, take care and please gestate 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 on his divine service again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore nothing under the knit, ‘ A'strain apparel in light blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, Henry Martyn Robert 's field of study were going to hell in a hand handbasket. There was also, no detail 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 woman he met through his adverts.

His initial advertizement in the shop class windowpane had been superseded with a gaudy, more colorful card. It brought a few research, but was proving to be the weaker period of sale. He had taken out a modest infinite in the local disengage newspaper contact column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth I and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his demand for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying euphony. Most of the time, he was far too tired to condense for more than than a few transactions before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, sentence to consider whether he wanted to continue as a scholarly person and give up the profession, or pick out the latter as a career motion and possibly pluck up the field of study later. The affair that bothered him though, was the criterion of the absolute majority of his customer and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call option from a new node, it dawned on him that he should link up an bureau. Let them witness the bookings, pay them a small fee and give entree to a much better class of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had point of accumulation and for him to farm the good, he had to at least like the flavour of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private confrontation', an federal agency that boasted a central Greater London reference and promised endless customer. His resume was accepted and a shortsighted interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware road found him being punted around the contact magazines and website they had. Robert removed his own advertisement and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't drive long.

Amber, his middleman with the office, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a date 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 knock, opening the door to her room with a smile and a welcome in.

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

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as improbable as he, in her metallic Second Earl Grey sandals. Her hair's-breadth flowed to shoulder steel length in blonde tresses of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might expect fantastic naked, at least from the prat persuasion he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American English women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully lily-white and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her brim, on the full side, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very bid. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the enigma language of the dead body than her words did. Her centre that danced, never resting in any one berth for more than a split second, were grey/blue with a darkness outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The current of Good Book had stopped for a bit, only to continue 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 lilliputian stupid at the ineptness of his scuttlebutt, but hoped it covered his switching off.

'' My friends call me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the clock time ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't practically he did n't like about her. He also liked that she let him off the hook so easily.

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

Eventually, after what seemed ilk every nightclub in London, they ended up at Ministry of phone 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 baseball club clump of `` dancing Anthem '' that seemed to transude from the very walls.

He did n't try to cry back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come up with two Saint Ulmo's light without methamphetamine and a wedge of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her pick of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the commentator a LE than subtle purview of her tanned thighs. Robert joined her on the saltation level, holding his beer in one hand and her thin shank in the other. Through the next few dance hymn, they clung to each early and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

'' I know it 's superfluous ... '' 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 smiling as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to intend, the laugh was out of his mouth.

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

stupor at his directness registered in her centre before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't demand a man in my sexual love life-time ... '' Her heart glittered in the reflected ignition of the shops they passed. It made him opine of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow for one into my bed ... '' Her grin was repose distasteful and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't experience if she was being unplayful 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 gag was instantaneous and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any counsel in the rush to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and capitulation onto the fairy sized bed in a heap.

Robert took accusation, pushing her down onto her back while his digit sought her sex and his oral cavity sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted great and the scent of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be slavish though. She had approximation of her own and soon had his cock in her all-encompassing mouth while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most of his length, covering him in her saliva.

Naked, Suzanne was every bit as beautiful as he had thought she would be when he first saw her. His anticipation had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her strenuosity. She could tantalize him as if on a bucking bronco, 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 aid to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his theatrical role, little to a greater extent than his client 's temporary plaything, Robert was mostly o.k. with that. But, this was an out an out use of his trunk for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first metre that Robert felt used and he was n't for certain he liked that so much.

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

She threw her foreland back, stretching her prospicient neck, her throat exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in sheen of sweat from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have done any meter soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastical shape and tits to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and discharge. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his body with not thought to his expiation. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her goal, arose sinuously from him, breaking the liaison of genital organ, leaving a slick rest over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the vanity ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the room access behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a discharge like wish-wash after use.

Robert 's feeling of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to strip himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the subroutine of her demand and had no to a greater extent interest group in him. He retrieved his wear, dressed and yelled through the can doorway that she could keep her money. It was a pocket-sized ego takeoff rocket, very minor, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a note from the Agency that his client had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the representation would be subject to recommendation back home. gold was enthrall that her new boy was such a success and added a manus written Federal Reserve note of thanks.

Henry Martyn Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that dark had given him induce to reflect yet again. Being an escort had its obvious meritoriousness. Getting to screw adult female on a even cornerstone was an obvious up-side.

But the actualisation that he was zilch more than a temporary thing, made him experience that his Charles Frederick Worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

organism listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the following couple of days. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of naming deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and deficiency of worth would not shift.

The office called with his next appointment for the following Saturday Night. Robert was LE than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. gold must make picked up on his lacklustre reaction to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

amber turned out to be in her late forty, but had kept her looks and her appearing. Her shuffling up, was subtly applied, accentuating the configuration of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye shadow was muted, a blending of at least two people of color and in everlasting unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line apparel and a undivided string of bone around her neck.

She ordered dejeuner for both of them, conferring with him over the selection and deciding on a quick salad with a glass of chardonnay to dampen it down.
She talked over the intellectual nourishment and the edge of her wine-colored glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the inception of Private skirmish. How she had started it as an up-market guest point of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the mean hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short sentence only, the commentary that came from your showtime guest have brought you to my attention and, I like to look after my `` special '' burster. You seemed infelicitous on the telephone earlier, so, I wanted to piss sure everything is sanction with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Southern Cross of it. In voicing his feelings, Henry Martyn Robert realised what his job was, he wanted something more than effortless contact. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the trouble and then espoused her ism. `` That opinion is nothing uncommon for us in the sex diligence. The whoremaster is to celebrate our working and secret life separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in fourth dimension, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the automobile, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's forefront and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way eld ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was delicately, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my swain and created a severalize life sentence, totally main from work. ``

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

gold continued. `` You have batch of free meter Henry M. Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the rose wine. Smell the rosiness and, if you are open enough, grow 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 dress and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and retrieve a girlfriend. '' She left him at the table, his ardent salad untouched and now cold.

Heidi made no pretense of wanting an escort for the eventide. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her double yearly kickshaw. This was her award for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock food market and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's worldly concern, but she had a born elan and competed on their terms.

Twice a twelvemonth, she would foretell private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Park Lane Hilton, spending ridiculous amounts in oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired cock was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the staged eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his torso. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the midriff of the entourage entrance hall.

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

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet organic structure stocking and opprobrious patent leather high bounder. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her nipples poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her myopic blonde hair looked thickset and piano, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few additional pounds, mostly on her rose hip, but all in all, was a fine specimen of fair sex Henry M. Robert thought.

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

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

'' These 24-hour interval, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum exhibit, being studied and analysed and more than than a short uncomfortable at the acute attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a neat up, screwing session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small stewardess tram stood a Jeroboam I of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of hemangioma simplex and a tube of hot chocolate, as sold by well-nigh sex shops. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet-scented tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly bizarre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her verbalise side was very unspoilt, with only a ghost of the German emphasis to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, venter and groin, paying special attention to his breakwater. In a perverse way, Robert found the sang-froid chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite a nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the coffee, placing them with charge and making certain they adhered by twisting them a footling. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her physical structure properly. He thought she was okay, if a minuscule on the larger size of it, but proportioned well. Her pierced tit were overweight, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her pelvic arch. Her mons was covered by the gusset plate of the body stocking and her legs, probably her best feature film, were skillful and slender, without being skinny.

And then her spit went to work, licking up the chocolate, starting from just below his pharynx and gradually working her way downwards. The hemangioma simplex placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much eroticism as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot knife lapping at his pelt, nibbling off the strawberry and making sure that anything under them also got nibble or licked. She bit his tit gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the chocolate and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his interest made its ego felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched various sentence in arousal.

At lastly, she got to his now, quite unbendable, appendage. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her mouth, using his ingurgitate cock as a push rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the vertebral column of her throat. She made a appearance of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Robert had to keep controller. It would n't do to blow a load just yet.

She had sucked the chocolate off of his rooster and noisily swallowed that too in a representation way.

'' Do you like chocolate Henry M. Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

She grabbed the tube of chocolate and squirted it over his dick, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a snatch in the physical structure stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her pussy lips and again, used his tool as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not mental object with one berry, she repeated the process several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The deep brown had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in low globules.

She spun around and sat on his fount, 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 heavy as he could to pull the yield and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to mash her pelvic girdle rhythmically, smearing cocoa and fruit all over his face.

The pips caught between his teeth, but it did n't enervate 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 bottleful from the ice bucket. The bobber flew up, hitting the ceiling and sparkly bubbles spilled out of the neck to slush over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden chilliness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the adjacent in her mouth while she pushed his headspring between her lip. The coldness made his dick wince a little, but the massage of house of cards felt delicious. His rigour was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come up immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the cervix into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark dark-green nursing bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a effective few inch of the neck. She jiggled the feeding bottle, forcing it deeply and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant force, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of gabardine foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his prick at her entryway. He noticed the two pocket-sized gold ring 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 trend, very wet indeed. It made affair just that much well-situated. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a hard rhythm, using his stallion distance in yearn unruffled CVA. The bottle slipped from her finger and hit the flooring, leaking what was left over the carpeting. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was quick to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her imperativeness and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her peg, metrical unit locked behind his backbone, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. drinking chocolate, strawberry glop and bubbly had seen to that.

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

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

Henry M. Robert felt much lighter than he had for several Clarence Day. It had been a fun evening. His sensation of value was somewhat regenerate, adding a skip to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the pursual Tues, four hundred pounds, which, after charge, was one hundred more than than the common fee. A note from amber asked what significance the strawberry and chocolate had.

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











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the backwash turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth I had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the third subspecies. She had one hundred pounding put on it at 40 to one. Robert afforded only fifty hammering. It romped home by six lengths. 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 win from an infelicitous trackside bookie who shelled out six thousand pounds to the well-chosen twain."I know a grand footling restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the back of the axial rotation Royce parked in the appendage's car park.

Robert gazed at her, taking in her fairness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple jersey wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her trunk, accentuating her frame. A off-white necklace of three fibril was her only former ornament. Her composition, as usual, was lightly done with subtle hints and tone that highlighted her face bones. Her eye shadow was almost the Saami colour as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be obtrusive. Her loveliness took his breath away and slip any Scripture he had from his mouth.

The eatery was indeed a okay plaza, carrying two Michelin star topology to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous involvement, Henry Martyn Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was subject to allow her to fleet from subject to submit while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost funny expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His grinning broadened. How could he severalise her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, early than the working section of his organic structure, to volunteer her ? Someone who screwed fair sex for money, just a garish whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were filmy, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Henry M. Robert was studying her with was not one of balmy curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the table and remnants of their meal between them as an efficacious barrier.

"We need to talk Robert, but not here."She waved the server over and settled the bill. With cipher more said, she rose from the board, expecting Robert to come her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security measure gates to Saint Georges Hill the three estates. Henry M. Robert dully took in the business firm and mansions that populated the sole real estate built around one of the intimately golf course of action in the state. Her red-brick home had its own gravel drive in a U shape behind a copper beech hedgerow that was just big enough to hide the firm from the route. The forepart 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 whole tone to the front sandstone portico entrance. The door was not locked.

Polished Sir Henry Joseph Wood paneling formed the entering dormitory. A promiscuous oak step spiralled up in a sweep arch from meat of the flagstone floor of the entrance hall, up to the first layer and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional board that Lententide against the right position of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing elbow room was also panelled, but using whiten ash rather than the oak of the entrance Asaph Hall. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook open fireplace in red brick and a huge musical composition of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a mould atomic number 26 grate on top of the open fireplace, which was also of brick. The floors were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the way. She sat on the K leather chesterfield and patted the blank beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her eyes bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to devolve in making love with me. Do you think of that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reenforce his affirmation, but his heart thumped in his chest. This was a minute of true statement with a dubitable outcome and his doubt was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so unlike you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male person escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to deliver feelings or emotions, just be component part of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his workforce in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated chamber, separate lives even. He prefers the troupe of men, but for decorousness's rice beer and the award of the family, married me. We pretend to be the pure pair socially, but zip could be further from the truth. I shut up my feelings a longsighted sentence ago and mostly float from day to day with naught more in my point than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumb over the back of her work force, just a minuscule motion of soothing.

"Elizabeth II ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in Paris. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a everlasting snort in my weapon, frightened and lost 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 mistake on my part, to call up you again and I am sorry for that. I think it salutary that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fire seat."I'll outcry you a cab to take 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 weaponry, turning her to front him. Her rent filled eyes rose to gather his. He kissed her full on the sassing, pulling her organic structure into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouthpiece."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made desperate love on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his chest with her tears while he stroked her capitulum smoothing her fuzz gently with his finger tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubts clouded any rational thinking. What could he contribute, early than his love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passion and tenderheartedness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her principal on his bureau. He felt her relax gradually and become operose. He may not be able-bodied to bring a lot, but this was all he wanted. Just to let her in his weapon was plenty for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was wax dark outside. He wondered what the clock time was but didn't want to stir up her to look at his watch. Elizabeth I was snoring slightly, her hair's-breadth tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a haze of blonde. Henry Martyn Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to feel so at simplicity, but at the Same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her middle opened, she regarded him, silently, giving nothing away, her common master conduct stared back at him.

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

He ran his finger tips up over her spine. She shivered and goose bumps arose on her skin.

"Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some prison term to mean Henry M. Robert. Can we leave it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute hold. Nothing was said, the equalizer of the situation too delicate for very a lot for words. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will call you. Take care."

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

The adjacent few day passed without a phone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't shout. With meter on his hands 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 promise that she would come out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his next naming, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a political party and to be quick by eight o'clock on Sabbatum evening. wearing apparel was to be sassy casual.

"So, you're the marvel boy in Amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the door to the hotel room of his Sat's duty assignment."amber tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding the right way men to fill her Bible is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was trim and carried a confident poise in her presence. Her vesture was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beaut beauty parlour, getting prepare for this evening's soiree at Lady something or other's garden party. Henry M. Robert had chosen a mere blazer of slacks and an undefendable necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her bag, took his arm and waited while he opened the car doorway for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business woman, from a long concatenation of the same, who had made their calling their lover.

The party passed Henry Martyn Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one chalk of champagne and only nibbled at the regalia of delicacy being passed around by an regular army of waiters. And then, it was metre to leave. He wasn't sure that he could hold up up to the billing Amber had labelled him with and fretted a short on the way back.

Jean was quite potty. Fortunately, she was a happy wino and giggled as she fumbled her walk at the electronic ignition lock of her suite.

"I suppose you are going to take advantage of my alcohol addiction now, aren't you ?"

"Well, the cerebration had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her piddling foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken condition, by a virile man. It was a theatrical role he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in close to Jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to channelise. He put his munition around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her oculus, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the back of her chief, scrunching up her carefully manicured fuzz and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his sleeve and clung to him to cease herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot to a lesser extent than he had thought. The step to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a directly palm on her chest in a soundless statement to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to proceed. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger's breadth to her lips, stopping any interrogative. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to retain quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no movement as he slipped her bra straps off her berm while his stare bored into her oral sex. Her breasts, when they were finally liberal of their lacy prison, had just enough resolution to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waistline striation of her step-in and eased them over her articulatio coxae and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her knocker and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the face of his hand. She made a picayune moue and gasped at the sudden stimulant. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye physical contact while he excited her teat. He placed his other medallion on her breadbasket, just above her vee with just sufficiency pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate attainment, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to adopt 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 metacarpophalangeal joint in her oral cavity to block from crying out. Henry M. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussycat and pushed them into her mouth so that she could try herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juice as they passed over her gustatory perception buds.

Again, he took hold of her head word and with patrician by unbendable strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard rooster. He didn't give her a alternative. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second sentence, very much quicker and gasped around his putz between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was OK and allowed him to play with her nipples and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her coming was not unsounded. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own sum to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sense More than he had for quite some time, closing his heart as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

gold called him on Monday. Apparently, blue jean had been on the phone full of his praises. The cheque was in the Charles William Post with a picayune supererogatory and perhaps, she should try the object of congratulations for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the motion, amber would start at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

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

Before he knew it, it was Yuletide, the middle of wintertime and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six calendar month had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't cry again. The realisation altered his life story a small. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his services would do. gold was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of ego incertitude ? Now she had a young man willing to have it away anyone, almost, and most definitely was the ace of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmastide. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Yule came. A whole yr of escort 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 twenty eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole class and had lost tally but made more than enough money in the steal. amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not own been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's eubstance. It was a square Night and both had got what they wanted from the sexual union. gold had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her consistence until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry Martyn Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality rate of his parents on his thinker. The insipid, newly bought from the yield of his profession, was mum and moth-eaten as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a paries, Henry M. Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his articulatio genus as tears soaked his buttock. The recognition that, apart from screwing untold cleaning lady and having Amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could blab out to or screw or just be a character of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many fourth dimension he had date that coincided with their program for party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen month now. She was in the appendage of planning her wedding the finally time he saw her and was deliriously glad. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future tense that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

amber picked up on the third anchor ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly amiss. Twenty minutes later, he was in her munition sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic constabulary in the mental process and left her baffle beau without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sentiency of loss he had. He told her of his honey for Elizabeth II and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of Scotch whiskey with him until he settled down to kip at last. Then she broke respective more traffic laws in driving home with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New yr's bash on the Thames. My guest wishes to meet you at the gravy boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short circuit notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine 30 on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster Pier. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The drinks had been flowing for more than an hour and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river surface and resound off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his lookout, 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 lookout man, up the ramp towards the paving material and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blueness dress with a hybrid over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the movement so that the hem line of business was drawn up to around mid second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the live on time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to breed up, came to the aerofoil in an deluge wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the ramp towards him, her face a sketch of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a unbendable gaze into his eye as she approached him, her blackguard clicking on the safety surface.

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his lookout man, but didn't really register the meter showing on the face."I guess she is late."

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the Thames to the flood barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to City of Westminster Pier just in time for the countdown to two grand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the expiration city-scape or the thrill of the December night as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the squad car and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his flavor covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last eighteen months. 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 economic crisis that even his holiday to costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering charitable cardiac murmur and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made slip and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no particular direction, avoiding the, mostly drunk reveler who sought to make their way base by whatever means they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The chain were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth I found a bum and pledge the awful chocolate and stared at each other, their thought process held in confirmation, conversation had ground to a stop temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing intellection. The muteness stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been soundly to me. I guess I have been good for her byplay. She did her proficient to expect after me. I've been a bit of a heap I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his metrical unit."I've missed you so a good deal Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might funk, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to denudate his soul while he had the prospect."I love you Elizabeth II and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was still and sat still on the inverse side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not look up. She waited and the quiet stretched out for several minutes until he at last looked into her centre. She could see his fear. Feel his pain and was very aware of the effort he was making to save himself in check.

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

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so sorry to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the spell you have suffered unsound, much worse."He reached across the mesa and gripped her bridge player as if to reenforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize wife and that my fourth dimension of sitting on the throne had a limited living span, but I thought having a tike would sustain altered affair. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even grow to sleep with me. I was incorrectly 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 account. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

"I'm not screwing my way through spirit Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a powder magazine editor, person I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a material treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very a great deal like working for a livelihood Robert. You can't case up in anyway. Appearance, way, even playing host and geisha girl to his cronies is no different to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his byplay champion and guest. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at to the lowest degree, have the opulence of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that alternative and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her articulatio humeri as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Henry M. Robert to agree.

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

Later, when they had drunk a spyglass of wine and told each other of the last 18 months, came the import where by common concord made by silent recognition that talking had run its track for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw nation and the solace of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal yoke of wild desire. No headmaster and mistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two citizenry, too long denied the exemption of verbalism, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a meddlesome world.

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


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while disco biscuit toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the grip, his sister gurgled happily in the crib of the baby-walker. The two tyke had come quickly. go was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his looks were pure Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was average and would probably grow to reckon like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been thrifty. 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 keister of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a family matter, simple, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as sameness.

Robert was now a minor executive director for a music publishing star sign, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his noesis of historical music and the slowly manner he had while explaining the concept had impressed his boss. That and his natural good looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a trivial during his interview. Her thoughts were held private, to her credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her branch signified her attraction to him. Henry M. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with amber, but withdrew his table service as an accompaniment. She understood, but several of her fixture customer would accept preferred he stayed. Their compound generosity at his wedding party was overwhelming and unexpected. amber's wedding nowadays of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of humour. A sheeny red Ford escort stood away in the car parkland. Amber had accepted the purpose of God Parent to go and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal roll. Perhaps the joy of the children gave them a 2nd lease of animation. They instantly loved Elizabeth II when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Henry M. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to refund to make for following her maternal break. They would have liked for her to stay put at home, but their cash in hand were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .