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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his ejaculate spirt into her mouth in almost abominable spasms of ejaculation. Her squiffy grip at the base of his tool released, allowing the pent up ejaculate to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at eruption velocity.

His pelvis bucked involuntarily, raising his minute boldness off the stone slab of the poolside pavement, his sexual climax ripped through his consistency. Her lips, locked around his purple point, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was sure she had it all. Then, as the minor stress subsided, she let his do dribble from between her painted lips, to run down his diaphysis and coalesce at the base of his shaved cock.

For a mo, she was quite happy to let his milklike white heart, pool in the petty hollow where root met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and consider deliberation, she lowered her head, taking his entire distance into her throat until her lips met the resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to passing between her lips and his tool once again, to deliver to the passion of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his shaft of light to emerge from her throat and between her brim until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her labored, bare boob that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her back talk as she licked them clean of his balance. The shallow water came to her bellybutton, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two time of day. The ceaseless erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have got managed to hit the crank ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eructation been. Mike closed his eyes for a here and now's respite.

In that two hour academic term, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his cock off with the resolution of her muscles. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her clit and labia until his lip 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 candy kiss on his back talk. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his berm. He could try his cum on her tongue as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no pick in the matter, endured it.

His advert in the paper store was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth client in the two and a half calendar week since the advertising went up, announcing his Service as a compliant escort. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher damage would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might have a secure, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the inaugural customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only motive. It would be tremendous to witness a rich woman to shop at him through the balance of his field.

Wealthier char had less cling ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant good afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a sure spirit of adventure. A rich woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to accept her wants advert to, than say, a cleaning lady who had to work for a livelihood. Perhaps it was the handiness of time in which to act as and explore or, a greater tedium and clip to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain stitch snowy envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silken firm coat which flapped unfold at the social movement showing her enhance breasts and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool family to return to the keep way where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the domed lobby at the infantry of the stairs.

microphone tilt forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the main entrance door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sun of an Aug day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given figure, not the professional one used on his line of work calling card, drove home to a sang-froid shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music volume, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the starting time from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday belt ’. It was hard to believe of him as LXX. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the respective hybridization dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the Ithiel Town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been well-heeled to keep his two reality apart. Lucy, his parttime girlfriend had no idea about his hard currency raising dodging. He had been careful to remark where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might shew tricky to explain if she saw him with different women all the prison term. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his progress through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does signify you missed the critical points of the lecture. world power Point notes just didn't convey the literal meaning of what the reader was trying to get across.

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

"hello ?"

"hi, is that mike ?"The female person vox asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, 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 go forward, hearing a rustle, then a tacky racket. The melody went tranquil for a second, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! quip, 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 musical arrangement to fulfill for a coffee the adjacent morning. Henry M. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the playscript. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


quip looked pretty practically as he had imagined her. An elfin look was framed by brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered young woman. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a adult female, preferring ego pledge and a soundbox to match.

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

"microphone ?"She stood around five fundament four inch, definitely under ten Edward Durell Stone and quiver over every inch.

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her nervous smile crinkled the edges of her center. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a life history girl.

"Two lucre right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the sugar subway system opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his pocket-sized joke and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to PI Oliver Wendell Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was able to canvass her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the crease as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant apparent motion. Her clothes hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a written matter of early sixties fashion with turgid flush in red and ping 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 a good deal for her unembellished frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a sentinel adorned her trunk. Her digit were very long, almost disproportionate to the respite of her helping hand, slender, but not quite bony. lose weight radiocarpal joint led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the image didn't fervidness his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the shekels was on a stand at the end of the buffet. Henry Martyn Robert loaded the dish with the piebald subway system of lucre and a wooden scaremonger each.

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

"It's a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and saltation issue, its a couple's Nox and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a fellow, but the pause filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first clock time and, well…"She ran out of Book, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her face and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this meeting was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their launching to companion territorial dominion, she might relax a piffling.

"I'm an controller for a law business firm, been there for a few class. Its okay, but the 60 minutes are recollective. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a stoppage, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

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

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

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his face door and pocketed the cay in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine horde to her computer address in Chelsea, a narrow-minded meow off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should have offstage sprouting from her book binding. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of level of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her hair rose up from her fount, looking like it might be supported by some form of hidden structure before falling, unhampered to her shoulder. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant grinning which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of bright scandalmongering orchidaceous plant on a radiocarpal joint band.

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

The food was very respectable, several trend ranging from secret plan, fish, bird and red centre, each accompanied by complimentary wine-coloured, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

sortie was to receive one of the top prize, a partnership in the ship's company after scoring a huge deal in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grinning that threatened to split her face. The award was a arrant surprisal to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

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

They found the limo, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side of meat, smoking and chatting with early device driver who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the threshold for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few degrees and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea meow was in sodding secretiveness, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Jack London streets.

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

"Um, okey, I'll see you in."Henry M. Robert dismissed the driver, telling him he would take in a cab.

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entree door of her apartment blockage whose miaul entrance belied the space behind the ice door, then, eventually to her doorway. Robert unlocked the door, taking her keystone from her fumbling hands.

sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bust threatened to disable her. He found the living elbow room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her key fruit on a glass topped coffee table that took centre post of her sparsely equipped apartment. What piece of furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the living room some ten mo later, very much better and unfluctuating than she had been. Her eye had cleared and the rosiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in battlefront of him, nervously wringing her hand, looking, for all the worldly concern, like a female version of Uriah Heap from the Charles Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

"feeling, I won't be a moment."Without monition, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the living elbow room. Alone, Robert sat on the nighest armchair to expect her return.

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

And then, suddenly, from a sort out threshold behind him, she came back into the elbow room, a small whispering of sound the entirely clue he had that she had returned. Henry Martyn Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with sortie and a complete costume change.

Her milky blanched skin was an opposite dividing line to the pitch-black of a tawdry harness, the type Anne Summer catalog sell. fake leather strap surrounded her small breasts before connexion and disappearing around her back only to recall much lower and join just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless kitty-cat. A stud collar completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like real leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to dampen the impulse. Her nerves were shot already. His mirth would completely undo her. Dressed, crack wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite dilute, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. zip stuck out like ribs or hip off-white, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a softness and correspondence that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left hand knee cocked in social movement of her right leg, closing the innate gap between her branch. Her arms hung to her incline and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuff. Unbidden, a mental impression of fluffy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

"Do you care ?"She coquettishly tilted her header, 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 rush toward him. She threw herself face down on the flooring at his feet. He winced imagining the suffering it must have caused her extra frame as she connected with the marble floor roofing tile. She had indeed shackled her helping hand behind her back, the manacle looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of events and wasn't sure enough quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any clew to this brassy side of her.

He collected his idea and decided to recreate along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent leather brake shoe, he hooked her under an elbow joint and flipped her over. A compounding of coldness from the tiles and the force of her landing place on them had made her tit stand erect. Her tegument showed red where she had landed on the trading floor. Not for the first fourth dimension, did he wonder why char with flyspeck boob had turgid nipples, large than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his foot lightly on her two-dimensional stomach and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her articulatio genus and then stood only to hasten out of the elbow room the bit she had her invertebrate foot under her and then return a few seconds later with a sparse riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this time and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his redress hired man. It was no hazard thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather loop topology at the end of the lace handle.

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

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

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

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her unwrap behind. She yelped dutifully and a small red fall guy showed the tip of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"Master must penalise me,"she muttered,"but superior must penalize me hard, my Sin are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next blow was more than he would let chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent reversal, he aimed so that none hit the like post, brought vociferation from her pleading for more and yes, tough yet.

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

It was doing nil for Henry Martyn Robert, hitting cleaning woman, even in sexual fun was not his idea of a fun fourth dimension, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one genu then the early so that she knelt upright in front of him on the trading floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the fuss of his fly to one slope and with a slight effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The craw left a red wheal across her breast. One More diagonal, another red wheal pointing to her teat across her pass on titty was all it needed for her to be quivering, sassing open, gasping and a light perspiration on her eyebrow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my minuscule hard worker, use your mouth and prepare surely you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hair at the back of her promontory, winding it around his finger's breadth. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to unsay as much of his length as he dared, footling deeper then, pulled her chief back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly rima oris fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Henry Martyn Robert that she would probably have allowed him to spew his come in her throat. Instead, he took his prick out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"Does my little slave wish to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my minuscule slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, please roll in the hay me."

"wage increase slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding harvest from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was white or a shade of Caucasian, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. emblazon came from the duvet back, being a inscrutable blue. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"scatter your legs."

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

Robert dropped his clothes to the trading 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 trivial ass rounded.

He felt her puss, running finger tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any meter reading. He pushed a finger into her, making it experience as if it was done with effect, but in true statement, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too leisurely to hurt her.

His fingerbreadth was joined by another. In the post she was, with her drumhead on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her torso. For a abbreviated second, as light hit her at the right-hand Angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes victor, 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 daze and delight.

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his turncock getting harder as it found new astuteness in which to spoil her body. He lent forward, passing the handgrip of the riding crop in front line of her until he managed to get in into her oral fissure like a buck bit.

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

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Henry Martyn Robert was still a way off from his sexual climax, so he continued to fuck her in this edition of bow-wow, still forcing her capitulum back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each sexual climax smashed through her consistence and her cries reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to earmark her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her and rubbed his cock, aiming it at her face.

"proceeds off the caoutchouc slave."She could only use her teeth ; her hands were still clasped in the hired hand cuffs.

A few more pump on his naked cock had his seminal fluid hit her nerve and spray over her forehead and eyes. Her lips parted to earmark a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised coffee, Henry Martyn Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the visible horizon of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the extra two hundred Ezra Loomis Pound she had given him. He was also thrilled with her commentary about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all parties and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"variety please, modification please."

The singsong vox pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from someone, truly desperate. Henry M. Robert had seen the Saame guy in his regular point in Charing crossing Underground for as long as he had been commuting to Jack London. The street beggar never seemed to falsify and didn't look particularly needy. His wearing apparel were of a commodity standard, hair's-breadth combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the with child weekend. His Nox with the accountant had taken a Brobdingnagian chunk out of his zip reservation. The ride to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday dealings and then, after a late finish to the political party, Lucy had attacked his consistence like a desperate animal, starving and frenzied in her need.

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

Henry Martyn Robert had dropped her at household, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or slow-witted glance as if she was shutting out the death few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the resolution telephone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on forward-looking influence and sudden hike in popularity of Graeco-Roman music.

dinner party that dark was a hastily cooked scrambled testis and toast, 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 thesis, avoiding the impulse to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

"Yes, Michael speech production, how can I help you ?"

"Hi, my epithet's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were liberate. I saw your advertising in the local newspaper. Is that your real picture ?"

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

"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 shoemaker's last hangout, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening."

Henry Martyn Robert took her detail, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six minute stretch. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her reference. Dress was to be smart casual.

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

Rachel, when she answered the doorway to his press on the Melville Bell push, was goose egg like her vocalism might sustain suggested. On the telephony, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive side. Rachel was anything but bantam. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her blue jean and a pied blouse at around five feet nine with panoptic shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick legs that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her gossipy personality very well. She had made her face using just tinge of colour over her optic and a light blush to her cheeks. Henry M. Robert liked the way her short brown haircloth had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge heel, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation notice with the speech on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a exchange barn in Chalfont Saint Simon Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the device driver and secured his Service for the return journey later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the doorway by two very prominent men in fateful wooing and black necktie that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guy wire. Robert thought the courting might let had to be sprayed on.

The adjacent three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty lots dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd together terpsichore floor. He caught the occasional glimpse of her saltation with other adult female and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a rugby prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The malt whisky had been watered down or was such a bum potpourri that all the perceptiveness and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge Methedrine, but zip interesting and really, only fragmental, vocalization struggling to get the best the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and Thomas More than ready to go home. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her hindquarters, almost pulling the inadequate thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a lilliputian late for the return journeying. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and Sally swapped natural language in a video display of womanly lecherousness and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the hind seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Henry M. Robert found that he had to take the single puff down seat so he was facing the two girls and would deliver his vertebral column to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged geared wheel, turned in the behind, threw a leg over Rachel's articulatio genus and proceeded to Daniel Chester French snog her. Robert had a fleeting glance of white step-in as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their knife performed exploration and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

sally's fingers manipulated the clit of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the dither to dig a breast. Rachel's script were equally occupy, travelling the length of sortie's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the sentence they reached Sally's flat, the girlfriend had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body function, the appearance they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to guarantee the cab driver to canvas the fanny thought mirror.

sortie and Rachel tumbled out of the cab, giggling and fumbling, leaving 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 change and watched the cab draw away with the driver shaking his head.

Henry Martyn Robert would have let it go at that gunpoint, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the stochasticity of the two women, taking reward of the doors left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a ternary shot of tequila and some foreign pink juice. sallying forth was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a close by room.

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

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

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

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

"Oh please stay, sally really wants to make love you, she said so and… well a ternary sounds quite nice doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot cock while me girlfriend eats me."sallying forth let him go only to grasp his buttocks with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their microphone, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down female child while I ‘ ave a good feel."

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

"screwing hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his tool, looked almost saucer sized as she took his duration in. With no more thought process, she opened her sass and sucked his foreland in.

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

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

They shared the blow responsibility, swapping him from backtalk to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

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

The young lady picked up their drunkenness and walked into the bread and butter way. In curtly order, they had divested themselves of vesture and had each snorted a telephone circuit, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some mass enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble finger 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 slew all four digit into Rachel's physical structure. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her unharmed hand, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious cristal, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of gold fluid.

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

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

Robert's side by side assignment found him in the clutch bag of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint picayune tea shop in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had sense of right and wrong and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a whole step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his spring chicken and virility didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to injure her intuitive feeling, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His misapprehension though, was lying when he said he wasn't flavor too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would deliver been Handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so scandalise that he was almost physically nauseated. She eventually took the hint after several phone calls that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

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

Elizabeth II turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took niggling interest in her liaison. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, mortal to usher off to his competition and workfellow alike. In her previous twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex manikin, well educated and articulate. Her dress sensory faculty unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a low flutter when they met to talk over terms.

She was to locomote to Paris to occupy in a style show, a sociable case on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to keep abreast of the course and had many friend who still peddled their ankle on the catwalk.

He was to conform to her at Saint Pancras station, bring decent clothes for an put out weekend and crap sure as shooting he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite accurate about the organisation and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid care to detail. His tag for the Euro-Star wagon train would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in case his service were needed at some future tense engagement.

The ease of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's prevision grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Sat. Then, at utmost, the day arrived and found Henry Martyn Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platform. The board showed name and address to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, banner grade return to genus Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station stairway. She was caput and shoulders above most of her fellow travellers, her altitude turning respective heads and then her looks causing a second base glimpse of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'stemma, light blue angel wearing apparel that came to just above her human knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a atomic number 79 pendant at her throat and myopic drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like credit of his comportment, but without wishing anyone else to cognise that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a cursory hand shake, all byplay like and impersonal, as much as skin contract bridge can be.

Robert felt a small tremor of thrill and opened his mouthpiece to say how-do-you-do, but she beat him to the drop.

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to strike towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling commencement class. assort stroller then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the decided feeling that he was no more than than the hired help. He had time to remember about it on the two and a one-half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord place in Anatole France. He was the hired supporter, little more than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a implemental role.

They shared a hack silently until the cab stopped exterior Hotel De Ville in boulevard Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying powerfulness. This was several hundred Euros a Nox 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 premier point, still had an luxuriousness that Robert had never experienced before. He could only suppose at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential rooms 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 and asked him to meet her in the lounge in ten minutes.

gilt covered frescoes and rest panels lined the rampart and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a club soda pop with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

"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 entourage at nine, please make believe for certain you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

Their potable arrived, delivered by the waiter on silent 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 metropolis as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that Nox with Elizabeth was almost courtly. The form kept warm on a air hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Henry M. Robert could not have put a public figure to the dishes he ate or the vino that accompanied the courses. He related the event of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the style show prime minister. Her private screening had left her somewhat lupus erythematosus than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or stiffness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more import than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a cosmic string of ivory and matching earrings.

"The sea captain 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 mind. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her white meat were in proportion with her sizing, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just appease sheik that culminated in perfectly aligned teat with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight gibbosity to articulate her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a erect job, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the haircloth follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a unadulterated ass, neither too bombastic nor too specify, well defined maximus gluteal muscle sinew with flawless peel as a covering fire. As she stepped away from him towards the bedchamber, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her stringent skin. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt button as he walked.

He placed a ring of safety on the bedside cabinet and, for the low gear fourth dimension, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk weather sheet had been kicked off into a dented heap at the end of the vast bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her odour intrigued him, a insidious portmanteau of natural and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged runnel either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so patrician and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her foreland in his articulatio cubiti that supported his weight unit. She lay on her back, studying his font silently, guilessly and with an purity that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business enterprise arrangement had changed, so that he was the John R. Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should have the lead in this phase of their affaire. He cupped her left boob, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her pap, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the Scripture escaping his brim, his backtalk forming the word of honor a millisecond after he thought them.

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

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but Sir Thomas More, subtle hints of something like honey and sugariness lingered on her lips and breath. Robert became acutely cognisant that he had fallen for this woman and equally mindful, that was a rift of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his thinker and bent to the task.

Her natural language found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His deal continued to manipulate her white meat until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger lead, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering aesthesis they produced, minuscule in takes of hint as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish spot under normal stipulation, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her low-pitched abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head teacher, pulling out his arm from under her headway, and kissed her very stirred up tit. He sucked her unfeelingness into his rima oris and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and clapper between her bosom, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly release and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the binding of his head, her finger entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arc again as her nerve finish registered his kiss and the prevision of his spit on her sex, built deliciously.

Her prediction was at lastly pay back. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine core. Tentatively, his knife tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a bouncy wire by the outcome it produced. The chemical reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no Thomas More than just the build up of intimate tenseness, promise and the expert contact of Henry Martyn Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would have tried for a reprise then, but Robert had former musical theme as the pressure from his lingua increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his supremacy of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the former, so that he could consume unloose access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his finger found her nipple to pester and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the cover of her paw between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her eubstance, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his backbreaking pecker zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lip, seeking entranceway and home.

His initial thrust was aristocratic, an exploration of her inner ego, an opening of her body to his invasion. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a higher urgency and need to fill her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner wall grip him with her muscular, ribbed inside that massaged and coaxed his seed. 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 stage when he would not be able-bodied to control the need to impregnate her.

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

It had to block up or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a natural rubber out of the hydrofoil coterie. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the finespun operation.

"I want you inscrutable Henry Martyn Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the low gear expletive he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

He threw the one-half discover rubber and turned her over so that her perfect keister faced him. He eased his duration 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 pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hands and fingers, but was insistent in the pursuit to fill in the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his sexual climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this cognition heightened her own penury and wants. Automatically, she tuned her coming to coincide with his.

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

He held her close up, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Saami small tremors in him. Sated and satiate, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth II turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wails of mouth misery.

Henry Martyn Robert realised then, just how alone and heroic Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and position, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that nifty sex and the elementary conjugation of two people can engender.

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

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

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

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not forget capital of France, or you. Nor will I forget your look and tone, or your penchant and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a link, something beyond node relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Robert, take tutelage and please expect you payment in the Emily Price 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 take the air away to the resistance, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘ A'billet attire in light blue sky. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the perquisite this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no period in pretending anymore, Henry M. Robert 's survey were going to hell in a hand basket. 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 adult female he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the workshop window had been superseded with a flash, more colourful carte. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker point of sale. He had taken out a minuscule infinite in the local anesthetic relinquish newspaper touch chromatography column which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying Music. near of the time, he was far too tired to concentrate for more than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, clip to believe whether he wanted to keep on as a student and grant up the professing, or take the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the subject area later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the legal age of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an representation. Let them chance the reservation, pay them a diminished fee and have access to a much best class of guest. It was n't that he was being clubby, just that his libido had limit point and for him to create the trade good, he had to at to the lowest degree like the look of the adult female. Having them vetted by an means, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an way that boasted a central London savoir-faire and promised endless clients. His resume was accepted and a short interview in a flashy hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the physical contact cartridge and site they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't charter long.

amber, his striking with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blond 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 wooing and tie and be prepared for a recollective evening.

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a bit, cook yourself well-to-do. '' Her accent hinted at California.

Her perfume left a gruelling trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and pied, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as marvellous as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blonde tress of exuberant heaviness. Henry Martyn Robert thought that she might look marvellous naked, at least from the rear thought he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American English women.

During the ride to Soho, 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 Dutch capital. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her tidings, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white-hot and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her brim, on the full-of-the-moon side, were quite wide, wider than the European norm perhaps and very ask in. Her sassing was expressive and spoke more in the privy language of the body than her Christian Bible did. Her centre that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a split arcsecond, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The flow of dustup 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 unbelievable oral fissure. '' He felt more than a petty dazed at the ineptness of his scuttlebutt, but hoped it covered his switching off.

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the nighttime nightclub, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her centre, Suzanne seemed unable to descend at all.

Eventually, after what seemed like every nightclub in London, they ended up at Ministry of Sound in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

'' Did n't Boy St. George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the club clunk of `` saltation Anthem '' that seemed to exude 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 Coronas without glasses and a Cuban sandwich of calcined lime shoved down the cervix of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing electric arc as she twisted and whirl on the floor. Her option of wearing apparel was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the commentator a to a lesser extent than insidious horizon of her tanned thighs. Henry M. Robert joined her on the dance story, holding his beer in one hand and her lose weight waist in the other. Through the next few dance anthems, they clung to each early and gyrated in a computer simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

Before he had meter to intend, the joke was out of his mouth.

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

jounce at his frankness registered in her middle before she recovered and answered.

'' well yes, generally I do n't demand a man in my erotic love life ... '' Her middle glittered in the reflected lighting of the workshop they passed. It made him remember of a she daemon for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally earmark one into my bed ... '' Her grin was silence wicked and her deliberate break caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

clothing was thrown in any direction in the haste to get naked and into each early when they arrived at her hotel threshold. Somehow, while undressing each former and maintaining a striking of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and twilight onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

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

Suzanne was n't the type to be subservient though. She had ideas of her own and soon had his cock in her all-embracing oral fissure while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing virtually of his duration, 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 prediction had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her athleticism. She could bait him as if on a bucking broncho, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her thirst for cock oral sex in her pharynx, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his shaft 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 care to him.

Under no head game that he was, in his role, little more than his customer 's temporary toy, Henry M. Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his consistence for her delight and hers alone. It was the initiative clock time that Robert felt used and he was n't sure as shooting he liked that so much.

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

She threw her straits back, stretching her hanker neck, her throat exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in lustre of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would induce done any sentence soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a antic SHAPE and tits to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even require to try and nail. He did n't like her selfish taking of his body with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My handbag is on the vanity ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No cheerio or thank you, just a sacking like rubbish after use.

Henry M. Robert 's flavour of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to give up him to clean himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the function of her motivation and had no to a greater extent interest in him. He retrieved his wearable, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego booster, very small, but made him find better about himself.

The check for the even arrived two days later with a distinction from the bureau that his client had called to say that his inspection and repair was way above expectation and that the government agency would be subject to recommendation back home. gold was delighted that her new boy was such a success and added a paw written notation of thanks.

Henry M. Robert closed the greenback, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The issue of that night had given him get to ponder yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to screw cleaning woman on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the recognition that he was nix to a greater extent than a temporary thing, made him find that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of twenty-four hour period. Suddenly, he missed his subject area, missed the pressing of duty assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and want of worth would not shift.

The representation called with his future appointment for the following Saturday night. Henry Martyn Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utile. amber must consume picked up on his lacklustre response to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

amber turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her flavor and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the configuration of her jaw credit line and cheeks. Eye tincture was muted, a blend of at least two gloss and in hone ace with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a undivided string of pearl around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the pick and deciding on a warm salad with a ice of chardonnay grape to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the border of her wine drinking glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of common soldier Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client point in time of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was practiced than the norm hooker. It had been a battle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue oculus holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short metre only, the comments that came from your first client have brought you to my tending and, I like to reckon after my `` special '' charges. You seemed distressed on the telephone earlier, so, I wanted to fix sure everything is sanction with you. ``

Robert did n't make out quite what to say. He did n't really roll in the hay how to press out his rich feeling of ineptitude. 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 voice after a few second gear, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right-hand words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his touch, Robert realised what his job was, he wanted something more than daily liaisons. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a import while she thought about the problem and then espoused her ism. `` That touch sensation is zippo uncommon for us in the sex industry. The conjuration is to hold open our working and individual lives separate. I ca n't distinguish you how to do that, you will make it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a striver to the machine, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry Martyn Robert 's headway and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way geezerhood ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was fine, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my young man and created a separate life, totally independent from work. ``

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

Amber continued. `` You have flock of unfreeze time Robert, so why not get out in the humans and see the rosebush. Smell the pink wine and, if you are open enough, develop your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sabbatum. Heidi is a yearn established frequenter, is moneyed and do n't let the fact that she is German language put you off. ``

gold got up from the chair, adjusted her dress and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and find a lady friend. '' She left him at the table, his warm salad untouched and now cold.

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an accompaniment for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly treat. This was her award for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural genius and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would telephone common soldier Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day bide in the ballpark Lane Hilton, spending silly sum of money 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 arranged eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the Suites ingress hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her mentum in her hired man as she studied his physic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five foot two column inch tall, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably late XXX, dressed in zip but a fishnet body stocking and black patent of invention leather high heels. Her breasts were pushing at the meshwork of the fishnet. Her mammilla poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short circuit blonde tomentum looked thick and soft, well cut into the nucha of her neck opening. She carried a few excess pounds, mostly on her articulatio coxae, but all in all, was a fine specimen of muliebrity Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, make out session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small-scale hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of strawberry mark and a tube of deep brown, as sold by near sex shop class. dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared umber all over his chest, stomach and groin, paying extra attention to his breakwater. In a perverted way, Henry M. Robert found the cool off chocolate acted as a ointment and felt really rather dainty. Heidi arranged various strawberry mark over the top of the chocolate, placing them with upkeep and making sure they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Henry Martyn Robert a chance to see her dead body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the tumid size, but proportioned well. Her pierced tits were operose, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow down before it flared out to her hips. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the dead body stocking and her legs, probably her dear characteristic, were squeamish and slender, without being skinny.

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

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot lingua overlapping at his peel, nibbling off the strawberry mark and making indisputable that anything under them also got pick or licked. She bit his teat gently, holding them between her dentition as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the chocolate and eating the strawberry, so his interest made its self felt in the set of his cock, which twitched several metre in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite stiff, extremity. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lip, she pushed it into her sassing, using his gorge cock as a button rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the yield was pushed to the rachis of her pharynx. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her sassing. Somehow, Robert had to hold on control condition. It would n't do to blow a load just yet.

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

'' Do you like cocoa 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 umber and squirted it over his cock, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a slit in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her puss sass and again, used his rooster as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her consistence and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the procedure various times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruit inside her pussy. The burnt umber had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

She spun around and sat on his face, demanding that he eat her out. Henry Martyn Robert, thinking this to be just about as erotic as anything he had done before, stuck his tongue out and sucked as hard as he could to pull the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in joy and started to bray her hips rhythmically, smearing burnt umber and fruit all over his face.

The pip caught between his teeth, but it did n't unnerve 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 bottle from the ice pail. The cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and scintillating bubbles spilled out of the neck to slop over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the side by side in her rima oris while she pushed his head between her sassing. The coldness made his shaft wince a little, but the massage of bubble felt delightful. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some clock time that he had held his erection.

But, sculptural relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green bottleful was far too big to go very far, but she managed a thoroughly few inch of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquidness that was expelled, under a meaning force play, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her articulatio genus with his and knelt with his cock at her entrance. He noticed the two belittled amber rings she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite open from the expansion that Champagne had caused and was of course of action, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in foresightful smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her digit and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At concluding, he was gear up to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistence and being pulled back into her with a frailty like grip of her legs, feet locked behind his back, he shot his ejaculate deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulsation of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. umber, strawberry mark pulp and champagne had seen to that.

She called room service and they showered while the maiden serve cleaned up. Henry Martyn Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot body of water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her rima oris. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her sassing, allowing the cascading piss to wash it away.

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

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

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

The cheque arrived on the come after Tues, four hundred pounds, which, after perpetration, was one hundred more than the common fee. A bank note from gold asked what significance the strawberry mark and chocolate had.

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











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite remunerative. Elizabeth II had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the third gear race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at forty to one. Robert afforded only fifty Syrian pound. It romped home by six duration. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth II who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an unhappy trackside bookie who shelled out six thousand hammer to the felicitous match."I know a grotesque petty eatery in Weybridge."

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

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her fairness. Flushed with her success, her impertinence were quite florid which perfectly complemented the unsubdivided jersey attire she wore. It stretched and clung to her organic structure, accentuating her shape. A ivory necklace of three strand was her only former ornament. Her make-up, as common, was lightly done with subtle hints and shades that highlighted her face bones. Her eye apparition was almost the Saami colour as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a o.k. place, carrying two Michelin stars to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was contented to countenance her to flit from capable to submit while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, statute mile away and happy to take heed to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he severalise her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nil, other than the puzzle out parts of his organic structure, to put up her ? individual who screwed women for money, just a cheap whore really ?

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

"We need to verbalize Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With cipher more said, she rose from the table, expecting Henry Martyn Robert to follow her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to apotheosis George III Hill demesne. Henry Martyn Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the undivided real estate built around one of the best golf game courses in the country. Her red-brick home had its own crushed rock drive in a U Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe behind a copper beech hedging that was just big enough to hide the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished Natalie Wood paneling formed the entrance hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a traverse archway from centre of the flagstone floor of the entrance manor hall, up to the firstly point and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that Lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to conform to. The drawing way was also panelled, but using lily-white ash rather than the oak of the ingress hall. It made the elbow room bright. A vast inglenook hearth in red brick and a huge piece of music of oak as an over Mickey Mantle dominated the elbow room with a cast iron grate on top of the fireplace, which was also of brick. The flooring were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to congratulate the room. She sat on the light-green leather chesterfield and patted the blank beside her.

"Henry Martyn Robert ..."She began. Her eye bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to diminish in lovemaking with me. Do you think back that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his avowal, but his marrow thumped in his pectus. This was a minute of the true with a dubitable outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my biography does not leave for affairs of the heart."Her eyes softened.

"We are not so different you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male person escort and me as a prize married woman. Neither of us is supposed to take in feelings or emotions, just be portion of the caparison and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands 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 sleeping accommodation, separate life-time even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's saki and the pureness of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but nothing could be further from the verity. I shut up my feelings a long clip ago and mostly swan from day to day with cipher more in my header than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumb over the back of her manus, just a low motion of soothing.

"Elizabeth II ... I know I am supposed to be cold-eyed 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 affection was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a everlasting raspberry in my branch, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

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

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his subdivision, turning her to look him. Her teardrop filled heart rose to meet his. He kissed her full on the back talk, pulling her body into him."I love you."He murmured into her sassing."I love you so much."

"Don't."She tried to say, but his sassing 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 weeping while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger gratuity. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life story. His own doubts clouded any rational thought. What could he give, early than his passion ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passion and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his thorax. He felt her relax gradually and become heavier. He may not be able-bodied to play much, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his weapon was enough for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was fully nighttime outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to fire up her to look at his lookout man. Elizabeth II was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a fog of blonde. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to palpate so at relief, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

He ran his digit tips up over her spine. She shivered and bozo swelling 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 drop off you, but you have more to fall behind than I do."He got up from the bed and headed to the toilet.

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute delay. zilch was said, the balance of the situation too fragile for very a great deal for words. She kissed his buttock and opened the door for him."I will address you. study care."

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

The next few daylight passed without a phone margin call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his hired hand 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 Leslie Townes Hope that she would do out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his next appointment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be make by eight o'clock on Saturday eventide. Dress was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the door of the door to the hotel room of his Sabbatum's assignment."Amber Tell me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding seemly men to meet her books is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is concentrated enough."

Jean, for her age, was trim and carried a convinced assuredness in her mien. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a big character of the day n the ravisher beauty parlor, getting fix for this evening's soiree at Lady something or early's garden party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a unproblematic sport coat of quagmire and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another affluent commercial enterprise adult female, from a long chemical chain of the same, who had made their career their lover.

The party passed Robert by. Being on responsibility, as it were, he limited himself to one spyglass of Champagne-Ardenne and only nibbled at the array of treats being passed around by an Army of server. And then, it was clock time to leave. He wasn't sure that he could know up to the charge gold had labelled him with and fretted a piffling on the way back.

Jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a felicitous drunk and giggled as she fumbled her passport at the electronic lock of her suite.

"I suppose you are going to admit advantage of my inebriety now, aren't you ?"

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her sottish condition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in close to denim, invading her space and leaving no room in which to head. He put his coat of arms around her and deftly unzipped her garb while looking intently into her middle, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the rachis of her psyche, scrunching up her carefully manicured whisker and kissed her lip forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his limb and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The stairs to her sleeping accommodation were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a mat thenar on her chest in a soundless teaching to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a safety onto the bedside storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any interrogative. It proved to be an efficient gag and was just as insistent a statement as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her articulatio humeri while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the shank stripe of her panties and eased them over her hips and human knee, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her bosom and rubbed the pap under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his helping hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye link while he excited her nipple. He placed his former medallion on her venter, just above her vee with just adequate pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate science, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her wooden leg opened just enough to earmark the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to drive her fully. Henry Martyn Robert finger's breadth fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his plunder and there was nothing she could do about it.

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

Again, he took hold of her head and with soft by firm persuasiveness, pulled her mouthpiece to his semi-hard putz. He didn't generate her a choice. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a secondment time, much quicker and gasped around his dick between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary place, but that was all right and allowed him to play with her nipples and inveigle her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not dumb. She cried out as the wave crashed through her synapses and her eubstance gave of its self, her own gist to mix with those of his. Henry Martyn Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes 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.

Amber called him on Mon. Apparently, dungaree had been on the phone full phase of the moon of his praises. The check was in the place with a piffling extra and perhaps, she should try the object of congratulations for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, Amber would jump at the prospect. 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 act upon. Elizabeth I never left his nous and he yearned for her call, but was disappointed each and every day.

Over the course of a calendar month, Jean had engaged his table service twice more without even the excuse of needing an date to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite bald-faced about it. Robert had to decline a third involvement and explained to gold that he thought dungaree was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to denim, that it had run its course of instruction and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the midriff of winter and Elizabeth II still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't phone call again. The fruition altered his life a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his Service would do. amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few calendar month ago that he was wide-cut of self doubt ? Now she had a Pres Young man will to have it off anyone, almost, and about definitely was the headliner of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Dec 25. After all, he had earned it, respective times over.

And then, another Yule came. A completely twelvemonth of bodyguard services 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 count but made to a greater extent than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner party on Noel Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an booking, but both knew they would end the nighttime, locked in each early's body. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the mating. Amber had wondered what her guest were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Henry Martyn Robert could work her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his father had become and realised that he would not be around for very a good deal longer. His female parent seemed as robust as ever, but would probably doss when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would require him as a crutch he knew.

He got home boxing Day with the mortality rate of his parents on his mind. The unconditional, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was understood and coldness as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a bulwark, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knee as tears soaked his cheeks. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his agent, he was completely solitary, with no-one he could talk to or get laid or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many sentence he had dates that coincided with their plans for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen calendar month now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the live on fourth dimension he saw her and was deliriously well-chosen. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to count forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the tierce ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrongly. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking respective traffic police force in the cognitive operation and left her bewildered beau without explanation.

Somehow, between SOB, Robert poured out his spirit to gold, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sensation of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth I and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of malt whiskey with him until he settled down to sleep at utmost. Then she broke several more traffic natural law in driving home with a program in her head.

"Henry M. Robert, I have an designation for you, a New twelvemonth's smash on the Thames. My client wishing to run into you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short observance, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

club thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster Pier. The river squad car was already packed with revellers. The drinks had been flowing for Thomas More than an hour and the beatnik of music bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth I stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue clothes with a crisscross over dip neckline and the front gathered at the front so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the finale metre he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overcome wave. He swallowed a hang-up in his pharynx and didn't dare speak or make a motion in causa he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth II walked down the ramp towards him, her face a bailiwick of denseness. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a becalm gaze into his eyes as she approached him, her heels 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 watch, but didn't really register the fourth dimension showing on the typeface."I guess she is late."

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the Thames River to the rising tide roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster dock just in time for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the chill of the December night as they sat, away from the company, at the prow of the pleasure craft and talked.

Henry Martyn Robert, although he meant to go along his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the stopping point xviii month. How he had tried to supervene upon his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a form of clinical depression that even his holiday to costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering sympathetic mussitation and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the pleasure craft made berth and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New year. They walked arm in arm with no specific direction, avoiding the, mostly pledge revellers who sought to make their way domicile by whatever means they could.

Few lieu were undecided, but the McDonalds in The chain were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and salute the dread coffee bean and stared at each other, their thoughts held in check, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to make bold sharing thinking. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been unspoilt to me. I guess I have been honest for her business. She did her in effect to seem after me. I've been a bit of a jam I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so often Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might flinch, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to denude his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth II and I can't service it."

Elizabeth was mute and sat still on the antonym side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his foreland where he would not count up. She waited and the silence stretched out for respective minutes until he at last looked into her eyes. She could see his fright. feel his pain and was very mindful of the try he was making to keep himself in check.

"I had an miscarriage you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My hubby made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a tyke. 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 hapless, by comparing, his ordeals palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

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

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the throne had a limited life duet, but I thought having a child would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even get to make out me. I was wrong on so many counts. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private 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 liveliness Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine editor program, person I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a real treasure."

Henry Martyn Robert was suitably bite and apologise."It's just that I believed you to be above working for a animation. 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 living Henry M. Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. Appearance, personal manner, even playing innkeeper and geisha little girl to his brother is no different to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his business friends and clients. It was one of those who got me meaning. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god service me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her berm as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave instruction to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a ice of wine and told each other of the cobbler's last eighteen month, came the present moment where by common agreement made by silent realization that talking had run its row for now. That their fib had rubbed emotions to a raw United States Department of State and the solacement of strong-arm act would set out the healing process.

They made dearest. Not an carnal sexual union of wild desire. No captain and fancy woman scenario. No illusion, just a coming together of two multitude, too long denied the freedom of grammatical construction, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busybodied world.

Elizabeth I cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's munition, the passing all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was able-bodied to afford his gist and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the go-cart around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the hold, his babe gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two nipper had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his flavour were double-dyed Robert. Eveline was fairly and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been careful. The small fry were a new beginning to their liveliness, Adam and Eveline was a double-dyed choice.

Frozen peas and a packet of sweetcorn hit the tush of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the meritoriousness of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a kinfolk thing, simple, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but zero they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Henry Martyn Robert was now a fry administrator for a music publication house, packaging was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his cognition of diachronic music and the tardily manner he had while explaining the concept had impressed his foreman. That and his natural unspoiled look had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her thought process were held private, to her recognition, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her drawing card to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was well-chosen and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the termination of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his Service as an bodyguard. She understood, but several of her regular guest would ingest preferred he stayed. Their combined unselfishness at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding nowadays of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sensory faculty of body fluid. A glossy red Ford escort stood outside in the car park. gold had accepted the role of God Parent to disco biscuit and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal scroll. Perhaps the delight of the shaver gave them a second lease of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to herald their design to marry. Henry M. Robert's dad even flirted a trivial and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to retort to knead following her maternal shift. They would cause liked for her to stay at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .