accompaniment services.

Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her mouth in almost painful muscle spasm of ejaculation. Her miserly grip at the base of his stopcock released, allowing the pent up seed to egest, so that it shot through his urethra at clap velocity.

His pelvis bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow-minded cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving material, his coming ripped through his body. Her lips, locked around his purple fountainhead, creating a sealskin, trapping his mucilaginous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come dribbling from between her multi-colored sass, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the home of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his whitish white kernel, pool in the lilliputian hollow where root met consistency, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her sass, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in dainty and deliberate deliberateness, she lowered her head, taking his total length into her throat until her backtalk met the resistivity of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to go between her brim and his pecker once again, to return to the warmth of her mouth. When she was gratify she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her forefront, allowing his shaft to issue from her throat and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, piddle cascading from her gruelling, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grin played over her back talk as she licked them clean and jerk of his rest. The shoal water came to her navel, distorting the view of her low-spirited half.

It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly percipient, was an expert on prolonging the here and now of passing and had kept him on the border for something like two time of day. The constant erecting 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 ingest managed to hit the deoxyephedrine cap of the in-door pool-house, so potent had his eruption been. microphone closed his eyes for a moment's respite.

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

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

His ad in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his one-fifth customer in the two and a one-half calendar week since the advert went up, announcing his Robert William 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 high Mary Leontyne Price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might suffer a best, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first client hiring him who had money and all the housing that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a trouble, but that wasn't his only motive. It would be fantastic to find a ample woman to sponsor him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier adult female had less advert ups too, he supposed. guilt feelings wouldn't cloud the after result of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain smell of dangerous undertaking. A rich woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a charwoman who had to work for a support. Perhaps it was the accessibility of time in which to act and search or, a greater boredom and clock time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a knit stitch white envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky household coat which flapped open up at the front showing her enhanced bosom and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with somebody half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool home to return to the living room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted anteroom at the foot of the stairs.

mike list forward, kissing her nerve as he opened the chief entry door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an August day. The rut hit him immediately, taking his breathing time away momentarily. Henry Martyn Robert, his given name, not the master one used on his occupation visiting card, drove home plate to a cool shower and a subject area session.

Before he hit the music ledger, he briefly checked his solution phone, noticing the red brightness level blinking. Two content, the commencement from his mother telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's birthday smash ’. It was hard to think of him as seventy. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross dressers that had latched onto his advertizing, wanting to be ‘ out on the township'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been soft to keep his two man apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his hard currency raising scheme. He had been thrifty to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too lots of a problem, it was a loosen arranging they shared, but it might prove tricky to explain if she saw him with different charwoman all the meter. It was though, quite tiring, having a fragile result on his progress through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the full of life peak of the lecture. business leader item notes just didn't convey the real signification of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"hi ?"

"hullo, is that mike ?"The female voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a foresighted burrow, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to bear on, hearing a rustling, then a gimcrack randomness. The line went quiet 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 ! Sally, sorry. I'm a bit… um… well, you understand."She paused."I eh… well I need an escort for a function.

They talked further and made arrangements to conform to for a coffee the next morning. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Antonio Lucio Vivaldi wasn't his preferent composer, finding his euphony a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered missy. She wasn't unpleasant to take care at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a questioning and wannabee tone in her eyes.

"microphone ?"She stood around five pes four column inch, definitely under ten I. F. Stone and quiver over every inch.

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

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

"Two sugars right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the moolah tube-shaped structure opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his humble jape and was delight to see she had understood the acknowledgment to PI Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able-bodied to study her in the thoughtfulness of the mirror behind the bar. Sally overprotect with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the plica as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her excitement in jerky, perpetual movements. Her frock hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line of descent, a copy of early sixties fashion with heavy peak in red and knock printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her dead body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the residuum of her helping hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the icon didn't fervor his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky umber on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the dish aerial with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a display at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dance upshot, its a pair's dark and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a boyfriend, but the pause filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my number 1 time and, well…"She ran out of words, her plethora painfully obvious by the rush in her cheek and her manpower wringing just below the board top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how a good deal 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 familiar territory, she might slacken a fiddling.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his straw man door and pocketed the headstone in his charter tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine drove to her destination in Chelsea, a contract mew gull off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should have fender sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball night-robe made up of stratum of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fagot. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or lupus erythematosus. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her lifelike brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of bright yellow-bellied orchidaceous plant on a wrist band.

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

The nutrient was very good, several line ranging from biz, angle, fowl and red kernel, each accompanied by complimentary vino, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending provision, it seemed.

sortie was to welcome one of the top honour, a partnership in the company after scoring a immense deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a glass and marble prize and a grin that threatened to break open her fount. The award was a complete surprise to her, adding to the quiver of the achievement.

Some time later, when the elbow room started to become louder, when drunkenness induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed respective transverse flute of champagne and was somewhat the uncollectible for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the number one wood was leaning against the side, smoke and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their cathexis. Robert opened the door 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 miaul was in unadulterated quiet, even the car whispered noiselessly through the British capital streets.

"Do you need to descend up ?"She asked him, her oculus unfocused, peering at his face.

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

The combining of champagne and newly 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 heaves, managing to aim it all into a concrete flower plantation owner. She accepted his hankey and wiped her mouth while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entry door of her apartment block whose sea mew entrance belied the space behind the glass door, then, eventually to her room access. Robert unlocked the door, taking her key from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the gutter as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance residence hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her Florida key on a crank topped coffee bean table that took centre place of her sparsely furnish flat. What article of furniture there was, radius of calibre, but was understated in whites or a svelte variation.

sally came into the bread and butter way some ten mo later, very much better and unwavering than she had been. Her oculus had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

"Look, I should go, we can consume that umber another time."He sympathised with her distraint, hadn't he been in a similar precondition himself on far too many occasions.

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would appease for a spell. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in strawman of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the reality, like a distaff reading of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

"Look, I won't be a moment."Without warning, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the support room. Alone, Henry M. Robert sat on the close armchair to await her return.

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

And then, suddenly, from a carve up room access behind him, she came back into the room, a pocket-size voicelessness of auditory sensation the only cue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairman and was confronted with Sally and a all over costume change.

Her milky white skin was an reverse direct contrast to the disgraceful of a cheap harness, the eccentric Anne summertime catalogues sell. fraud leather shoulder strap surrounded her belittled breast before joining and disappearing around her back only to return often glower and unite just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded catch completed the entirety of her dress. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

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

She stood, her left knee cocked in front of her correct leg, closing the raw gap between her legs. Her subdivision hung to her side of meat and slightly around her vertebral column so that he could not see her script, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of cuff. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy pinko fur came to listen, it made him smile.

"Do you like ?"She coquettishly tilted her head teacher, 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 thrill toward him. She threw herself face down on the trading floor at his feet. He winced imagining the trauma it must have caused her surplus frame as she connected with the marble floor tile. She had indeed shackled her hired man behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden number of effect and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanor hadn't given any clue to this audacious slope of her.

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

Using the toe of his letters patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of cold from the tile and the force of her landing on them had made her mamilla stand erect. Her tegument showed red where she had landed on the flooring. Not for the first time, did he wonder why fair sex with diminutive white meat had enceinte tit, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his fundament lightly on her vapid stomach and peered down at her from his seated lieu and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity level of his gaze.

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

piece of tail hell ! He thought to himself, this charwoman is really into it.

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knee and then stood only to rush out of the room the here and now she had her feet under her and then render a few sec later with a thin riding crop in her sassing. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this sentence and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the free weight in his rectify helping hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was pissed except for the leather cringle at the end of the braided handle.

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milklike white-hot buttocks to him as she bent at the waist and rested on the chair arm with her foundation on the floor.

Henry M. Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the craw and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It stung, but served to let him fuck that he would want to be blue-blooded, if he didn't want to injure her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed fundament. She yelped dutifully and a minor red St. Mark showed the stage of touch. He flicked at her again, hitting the other buttock. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"headmaster must penalise me,"she muttered,"but master copy must punish me heavily, my sin are so great."

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

"Harder."

His following shock was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Sami touch, brought call from her pleading for more than and yes, laborious yet.

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

It was doing null for Robert, hitting adult female, even in sexual shimmer was not his idea of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishing, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasy he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt just in front of him on the flooring. Her nozzle was approximately level with his bulwark. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zip fastener down, all the clock time watching her centre that seemed to be transfixed on his legal action. He pulled the flap of his fly to one slope and with a little movement, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his stopcock. It unfolded and emerged into the twinkle of the room.

The crop left a red wheal across her breast. One more diagonal, another red weal pointing to her nipple across her odd breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a scant perspiration on her eyebrow. He dropped the harvest onto the settee.

"Now my little slave, use your oral fissure and wee sure you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hairsbreadth at the vertebral column of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to live with as much of his distance as he dared, short deeper then, pulled her drumhead back, only to commit her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to regorge his seed in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"Energy my trivial slave want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my piffling slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, please piece of tail me."

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding craw from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the residual of the apartment, everything was white or a shade of blanched, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. gloss came from the eiderdown cover, being a deep blue. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"Spread your legs."

Her branch parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the craw. Her pegleg flew apart, exposing her purulent back talk that pouted and were trapped between the shoulder strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any power, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the craw, evincing a yelp of surprisal from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the side by side eyelash of the whip.

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

"kneel up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her stifle under her eubstance, making her little ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger crest over her labia and then between her lips. Her small box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it find as if it was done with force-out, but in Truth, quite gently. He was aware that she was much minor than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her point on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her body. For a legal brief moment, as wanton hit her at the justly Angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes headmaster, fuck me."

He slapped her articulatio humeri with the crop.

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

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

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

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his flood tide, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of bow-wow, still forcing her head back with the crop in her tooth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each sexual climax smashed through her trunk and her cries reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to appropriate her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the trading floor. Robert stood in social movement of her and rubbed his putz, aiming it at her face.

"yield off the rubber slave."She could only use her tooth ; her workforce were still clasped in the bridge player cuffs.

A few Sir Thomas More heart on his nude cock had his come hit her face and spray over her os frontale and center. Her lips parted to allow a slight to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the predict coffee, Henry M. Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally tattered and pleased with the extra two hundred Irish pound she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"change please, change please."

The singsong vocalisation pleaded but, without the conviction you might look from somebody, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his fixture point in Charing crisscross Underground for as long as he had been commuting to capital of the United Kingdom. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a well standard, pilus 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"fifth wheel"from the usual idiomatic expression"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to reimburse from the heavy weekend. His night with the Accountant had taken a huge clump out of his energy reserves. The effort to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been dumb with holiday traffic and then, after a late polish to the political party, Lucy had attacked his eubstance like a desperate animate being, starving and frenetic in her need.

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

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his buttock as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or rearwards glimpse as if she was shutting out the finis few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a subject matter on the answer earpiece, but it was only his female parent saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four 60 minutes before showering and catching the metro to UCL where he had a talk on advanced influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and toast, washed down with a chicken feed of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his poring over and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the itch to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

"Yes, Michael speechmaking, how can I assist you ?"

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

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

"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 utmost resort hotel, I hoped you could be my date for the evening."

Henry Martyn Robert took her contingent, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six hour stint. The company was in Essex, they agreed to bring a cab from her address. Dress was to be impudent casual.

Sat evening found him outside her unconditional in an eastern United States capital of the United Kingdom suburbia. He had opted for a pair of rock coloured chinos, a Saul of Tarsus Captain John Smith shirt and a tan sport jacket that hadn't seen the visible radiation of day for quite some time. brownness deck shoes completed the supporting players. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his insistence on the bell energy, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her part, in its lightness, suggested someone on the petite side. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not rotund, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her dungaree and a multi-color blouse at around five pes nine with broad shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick legs that filled the blue jean.

Her smile though, was quite entrance and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her cheek using just touch of colouration over her eyes and a light blush to her cheeks. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her forgetful brown pilus had been cut into her neck opening, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation card with the address on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont nonsuch St. Peter the Apostle in rural Essex. Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the return journeying later in the evening.

Her tag were checked at the door by two very enceinte men in melanize suits and black tie beam that looked like they might be strangling the muscleman bound Guy. Henry M. Robert thought the wooing might have had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The euphony wasn't to Robert's taste perception, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dance story. He caught the occasional glimpse of her terpsichore with other women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a blessing that belied his bulk.

The Scotch whiskey had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the taste and contentedness had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge methamphetamine hydrochloride, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to overcome the garishness of the music.

At stopping point, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than than cook to go home. She had a fille by the wrist and was dragging her butt, almost pulling the pitiable thing off of her metrical unit.

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

The cab was a little recently for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and quip swapped tongues in a presentation of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped promontory first, onto the back rump yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag bird. Henry Martyn Robert found that he had to take the one puff down seat so he was facing the two female child and would let his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the device driver had engaged gear wheel, turned in the buns, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French osculate her. Robert had a pass off glance of white pantie as her skirt opened. He watched the two girlfriend as their glossa performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristical as their Passion of Christ increased.

sallying forth's fingerbreadth manipulated the release of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her manus slipped between the pother to grasp a knocker. Rachel's hands were equally meddling, travelling the length of wisecrack's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others torso parts, the display they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to analyze the rear purview mirror.

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

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

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

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

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble blastoff of tequila and some strange rap juice. wisecrack was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a last by room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a courteous ‘ ot putz while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to grasp his cheek with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down lady friend while I ‘ ave a skillful feel."

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

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

quip was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the stir was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to give her an idea that he wasn't humble in the penile section, was showing.

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

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

He had to send for a stoppage after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The female child picked up their drinks and walked into the living elbow room. In curtly social club, they had divested themselves of wearable and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some the great unwashed enjoyed the unpaid side of drugs.

He sipped a C with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongue darting as nimble finger manipulated. Then crack 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 slide all four fingers into Rachel's consistence. It was only a matter of prison term and lubrication, until her whole manus, up to the radiocarpal joint was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a trashy squeal as she came with a effusion of yellow-brown fluid.

The theatrical role were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat minuscule than Rachel, could only take three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't topic though, the result was the Saame, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring in the cops.

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

Henry M. Robert's next appointment found him in the clutches of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint short tea shop in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a womanhood, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a stride too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his early days and virility didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Robert's future few assignments and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his advertize number, carried to a greater extent than adequate baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been founder luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth II turned out to be married, had been for many class to a successful businessman who took slight interest in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, somebody to show up off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her former twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex manikin, well educated and articulate. Her apparel sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her dimension. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to hash out terms.

She was to travel to Paris to train in a fashion show, a social event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to keep abreast of the trends and had many ally who still peddled their ankle joint on the catwalk.

He was to fit her at angel Pancras place, bring enough apparel for an elongated weekend and build trusted he had something presentable to endure. Elizabeth was quite precise about the organization and demonstrated an orderly judgement that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star Train would come in the Wiley Post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his sign that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in fount his services were needed at some time to come date.

The relaxation of the week passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the twenty-four hour period ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the step that led down to the Euro-Star political platform. The circuit card showed terminus to Brussels, Lille and genus Paris. He had his ticket, criterion class paying back to City of Light tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen falling off, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured cap with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was head and shoulders above about of her fellow traveler, her height turning several capitulum and then her feel causing a second gear glance of appreciation. She wore a uncomplicated ‘ A'line, light blue dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like acknowledgment of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to get it on that she had detected him. Her paw shot out and met his in a perfunctory handwriting shake, all business like and impersonal, as a great deal as skin contract can be.

Robert felt a small microseism of thrill and opened his sass to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Robert, we will dish out with the anonym, you look like a Robert, nothing like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was automatic, sliding across her back talk, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth II had already begun to move towards the step down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling for the first time course of instruction. Separate baby carriage then. Robert wasn't quite for sure how he felt about that, but had the distinguishable smell that he was no more than the leased supporter. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord post in France. He was the charter assistance, little More than the status of a pet, he should get expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped extraneous Hotel De Ville in boulevard Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her purchasing mightiness. This was respective hundred Euros a night for the basic room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His elbow room, even though it wasn't premier spirit level, still had an sumptuousness that Henry Martyn Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth I had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential entourage 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 phone and asked him to meet her in the lounge in ten minutes.

Gilt covered frescoes and succor panels lined the walls and cap of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his lodge of a club tonic with a tress. She arrived a few proceedings 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 give dinner party in my retinue at nine, please wee for sure you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

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

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

Dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The row kept warm on a stewardess streetcar and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the mantrap he ate or the wine that accompanied the trend. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth I glossed over the manner show prime minister. Her private display had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was fourth dimension to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple turn of outcome, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the material. She wore no underclothes, only a string of pearl and matching earrings.

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

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

Her chest were in proportion with her size of it, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle crestless wave that culminated in perfectly aligned mamilla with darker corona. Her stomach could not stimulate been flatter, not even a slight swelling to say her pubic vee. Her haircloth was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some sort of procedure.

She turned, showing a everlasting ass, neither too turgid nor too narrow-minded, well defined maximus gluteal muscle muscleman with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her slopped skin. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside console and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk rag had been kicked off into a crumble agglomerate at the end of the Brobdingnagian bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his green goddess. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of lifelike and concocted centre. Her hair's-breadth, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either English of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so puritanic and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his cubitus that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his grimace silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the John R. Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the track in this form of their liaison. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his pollex over her tit, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the Christian Bible escaping his lips, his mouthpiece forming the words 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 for thought they had shared, but more, subtle hint of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and hint. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this char and equally cognisant, that was a break of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his nous and bent grass to the task.

Her spit found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in return. His handwriting continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to bear. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, pocket-size in takes of breath as her cheek 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 smear under formula consideration, but an erogenous zona when in a intimate encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her hardness into his sassing and nibbled gently, relishing her straightaway reaction of arched back. With consummate retardation, he slid his back talk and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kiss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the binding of his head, her fingers entwined with his hairsbreadth, 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 osculation and the prevision of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last honor. Robert gently pried her branch apart so that he could sample her feminine essence. Tentatively, his lingua tip flicked over her nub, a light tactile sensation over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the result it produced. The response was instantaneous and profound to her smoke. She came there and then. With no more than just the shape up of sexual tension, promise and the expert touch of Robert's clapper and fingertips.

She would take tried for a reprise then, but Robert had former ideas as the pressure from his clapper increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his subordination of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free people admittance to her while she lay on her cover. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his mouth while his finger's breadth found her teat to tease and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the dorsum of her mitt between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was fix, Henry Martyn Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her trunk. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a trades union of mutual satisfaction. His head, nudged against her mouth, seeking incoming and home.

His initial thrust was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her body to his invasion. The minute and subsequent poking were with a higher urging and demand to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Henry Martyn Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed national that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a muscleman dominance, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to break off well before he got to the power point when he would not be able to control the need to impregnate her.

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

It had to finish or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a arctic out of the transparency pack. He was about to put it on, but her manus stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deep Henry M. Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the 1st curse he had heard from her sass, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

He threw the one-half disclose rubber and turned her over so that her stark hind end faced him. He eased his length into her torso and began to fuck into her, starting an act that would only cease when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The footstep settled into something accomplishable, that allowed for exploration of deal and digit, but was insistent in the bay to complete the act. His shaft buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own pauperization and wants. Automatically, she tuned her coming to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a reciprocal sexual climax, producing fluids from them both that mixed 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, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same lowly tremors in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking shit and wails of double-dyed misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and heroic Elizabeth II really was. The trappings of riches and position, proved as zero when faced with raw emotion that large sex and the simple union of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday Night was spent in bed, locked in conjugation that, although satisfying and much more than gratifying, didn't quite hit the Saami peak of raw emotion the previous dark had hit.

Their part at saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a job like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth I's common role resumed and nothing could diffuse the barriers.

"Thank you Henry Martyn Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an lenient memorial of their commencement dark."But, you must forget me, forget this weekend and forgive me my here and now of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not blank out Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and feel, or your taste and your bout. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond client human relationship and it is I who should give thanks you."

"goodbye Robert, take care and delight expect you defrayal in the postal service as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her tegument and that she would call on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the subway, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘ A'melodic phrase dress in light blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as forefront turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advertising in the shop window had been superseded with a cheap, more colourful plug-in. It brought a few question, but was proving to be the weaker item of sale. He had taken out a small blank space in the local detached newspaper contact editorial which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth II and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his indigence for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activity, was having a damaging effect on studying Music. Most of the time, he was far too wear upon to concentrate for more than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to continue as a student and founder up the profession, or select the latter as a career motion and possibly peck up the study later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a cry from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an means. Let them find the bookings, pay them a small fee and possess admittance to a much better social class of customer. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the goods, he had to at least like the face of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an agency that boasted a central London address and promised dateless node. His resume was accepted and a short interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the contact magazines and web site they had. Robert removed his own advertizement and waited for the headphone to hoop. It did n't contract long.

amber, his contact 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 causa and tie and be prepared for a foresightful 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 bedchamber. `` Wo n't be a moment, make yourself comfortable. '' Her emphasis hinted at California.

Her essence left a heavy track behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as grandiloquent as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hairsbreadth flowed to shoulder blade length in blond tress of elaborate heaviness. Robert thought that she might look wondrous naked, at least from the tush view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the ride to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from Golden State and was over here for a month, 'doing EEC'. So far she had spent three Day in capital of France and two in Dutch capital. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her watchword, but intently on her sassing. He realised she had perfect dentition. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully White and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her rim, on the full side, were quite all-embracing, all-embracing than the European norm perhaps and very tempt. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the occult voice communication of the body than her Son did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a split second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes virus or something ? '' The stream of words had stopped for a second, only to continue with her sudden question.

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

'' My friends call me motor rima oris, you know, revved up all the sentence ? '' He liked her dialect. In fact, there was n't much he did n't like about her. He also liked that she let him off the lure so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the dark clubs, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, move on to the following. Very similar to her oculus, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

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

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

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing electric discharge as she twisted and whirl on the base. Her choice of clothes was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the beholder a less than subtle view of her suntanned second joint. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one helping hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the succeeding few dance anthem, 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.

Robert hailed a hack 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 clip to mean, the joke was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't necessitate a man in my love spirit ... '' Her eye glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow for one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quiet wicked and her deliberate break caught him. He did n't know if she was being good 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 other when they arrived at her hotel doorway. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a liaison of back talk, they managed to get to the bedroom and fall onto the queen mole rat sized bed in a heap.

Robert took accusation, pushing her down onto her back while his digit sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted not bad and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be submissive though. She had mind of her own and soon had his cock in her wide oral cavity while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most 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 expectancy had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her athleticism. She could tease him as if on a bucking bronco, but without falling off.

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

Under no fantasy that he was, in his role, little More than his customer 's temporary plaything, Henry Martyn Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first time that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

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

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

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would cause done any meter soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and knocker to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and nail. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his physical structure with not thought to his atonement. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My handbag is on the dresser ; claim whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No cheerio or thank you, just a judgement of dismissal like rubbish after use.

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

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a note from the Agency that his client had called to say that his overhaul was way above arithmetic mean and that the means would be subject to recommendation back home. amber was ravish that her new boy was such a achiever and added a bridge player written note of thanks.

Henry M. Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him do to meditate yet again. Being an bodyguard had its obvious merit. Getting to get laid adult female on a regular footing was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing Thomas More than a impermanent matter, made him finger 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 future dyad of twenty-four hour period. Suddenly, he missed his subject field, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The representation called with his next appointment for the postdate Saturday nighttime. Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utilitarian. Amber must suffer picked up on his lacklustre response to the date because she insisted that he meet her for tiffin that day.

gold turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her look and her appearance. Her brand up, was subtly applied, accentuating the form of her jaw line and impertinence. Eye shadow was muted, a blend of at least two colouring material and in staring unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a single drawstring of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm salad with a Methedrine of chardonnay to wash away it down.
She talked over the food and the border of her wine spyglass. Her eye rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client point of contact as she put it. Her daytime on the street had made her realise that she was full than the average Hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly parentage, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her bluing eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a brusk time only, the comment that came from your first client have brought you to my tending and, I like to look after my `` limited '' charges. You seemed dysphoric on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to produce sure everything is okay with you. ``

Henry M. Robert did n't have intercourse quite what to say. He did n't really eff how to verbalise his deep feeling of ineptitude. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his berm noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

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

'' I see ''. She paused for a import while she thought about the problem and then espoused her school of thought. `` That feeling is zip uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to save our working and private liveliness separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will knead it out for yourself in meter, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a hard worker to the simple machine, rather than the early way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry M. Robert 's headland and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way years ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was finely, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my boyfriend and created a tell aliveness, totally independent from workplace. ``

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

Amber continued. `` You have sight of free time Robert, so why not get out in the humankind and see the rosiness. look the rose wine and, if you are undefendable enough, mature your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is High German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretension of wanting an date for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly kickshaw. This was her award for working knockout and being a successful money vendor. Trawling the stock grocery store and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a raw flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a class, she would call Private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Park Lane Hilton, spending silly amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired tool was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the order 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 entranceway hall.

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

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nix but a fishnet organic structure stocking and Shirley Temple Black letters patent leather high gear hound. Her boob were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her pap poked through and showed a gilt bar in each. Her unretentive blonde haircloth looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few extra British pound sterling, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a fine specimen of woman Henry Martyn Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck seance, he was faulty. Alongside the bed, on a pocket-sized hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice pail, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of drinking chocolate, as sold by most sex shops. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his breast, venter and inguen, paying special aid to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite an overnice. Heidi arranged several strawberry mark over the top of the burnt umber, placing them with care and making sure they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a piddling on the heavy size, but proportioned well. Her pierced tits were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely nail down before it flared out to her hips. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the soundbox stocking and her pegleg, probably her best feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her glossa went to work, licking up the burnt umber, 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 erotism as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot glossa lapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberries and making sure that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his pap gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the drinking chocolate and eating the strawberry, so his interest made its self felt in the hardening of his peter, which twitched several clock time in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite squiffy, member. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lip, she pushed it into her sass, using his engorged prick as a push rod.

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

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

'' Do you like burnt umber Henry Martyn Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

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

'' What about the spot ? Wo n't they get stuck ? '' Henry Martyn Robert was concerned that they would suit lodged.

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

Not content with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the cognitive operation respective metre until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

She spun around and sat on his aspect, demanding that he eat her out. Robert, thinking this to be just about as erotic as anything he had done before, stuck his natural language out and sucked as hard as he could to pull the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to grind her hips rhythmically, smearing chocolate and fruit all over his face.

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

'' And now, for the bubbly. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling nursing bottle from the ice bucket. The bobfloat flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to squish over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouth while she pushed his headland between her backtalk. The coldness made his cock flinch a niggling, but the massage of bubbles felt delightful. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark William Green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a just few inches of the neck opening. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her puss was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white froth, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her human knee with his and knelt with his dick at her entrance. He noticed the two small gold rings she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the expansion that champagne had caused and was of track, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a unattackable round, using his entire length in long smooth cam stroke. The bottleful slipped from her fingers and hit the flooring, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

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

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

She called elbow room service and they showered while the maid religious service cleaned up. Robert digit fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her lip. She pushed his sperm cell out slowly between her mouth, allowing the cascading weewee to wash it away.

'' That was fun 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 several days. It had been a fun evening. His mother wit of value was somewhat regenerate, adding a skip to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the watch Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after delegacy, was one hundred Thomas More than the common fee. A promissory note from amber asked what significance the strawberry and drinking chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his birdcall. She invited him to the wash as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't deal. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too right to go on up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an infelicitous trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand Egyptian pound to the well-chosen couple."I know a fantastic little restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the charge to her chauffer as they slipped into the rear of the scroll Royce parked in the fellow member's car Park.

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her achiever, her cheeks were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple jersey wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her eubstance, accentuating her shape. A drop necklace of three chain was her only other ornament. Her physical composition, as usual, was lightly done with subtle pinch and shades that highlighted her buttock bones. Her eye shadow was almost the same colour as her peel, just enough of a dividing line to be detectable. Her loveliness took his hint away and stole any word he had from his mouth.

The eating place was indeed a okay plaza, carrying two Michelin stars to its epithet. Elizabeth I chattered on, her agitation had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was depicted object to allow her to flutter from subject to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his reply were less than garrulous. She wrinkled her supercilium, tilted her school principal a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His grin broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, other than the working piece of his body, to offer her ? individual who screwed char for money, just a gaudy whore really ?

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

"We need to babble out Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With zilch more said, she rose from the board, expecting Robert to stick with her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to Saint George I pitcher's mound the three estates. Robert dully took in the theatre and manse that populated the scoop real landed estate built around one of the in force golf course of action in the country. Her redbrick menage had its own gravel effort in a U shape behind a copper color beech tree hedge that was just big enough to hide the theater from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished Mrs. Henry Wood paneling formed the entry hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sail arch from centre of the flagstone flooring of the entrance foyer, up to the get-go level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the periodic table that lent against the correctly incline of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the elbow room bright. A huge inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a casting iron grate on top of the fireplace, which was also of brick. The story were polished clear oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather Philip Dormer Stanhope and patted the quad beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her heart bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to fall in love life with me. Do you remember that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reward his avouchment, but his heart and soul thumped in his chest. This was a moment of accuracy with a dubious outcome and his dubiousness was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my spirit does not allow for affaire of the heart."Her eyes softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male escort and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to have opinion or emotions, just be piece of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hired hand 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 bedchamber, split lives even. He prefers the caller of men, but for decorousness's interest and the honor of the family, married me. We pretend to be the complete duad socially, but zip could be further from the accuracy. I shut up my feelings a farseeing time ago and mostly blow from day to day with nothing more in my headland than what to wear."

He rubbed his pollex over the rachis of her hired hand, just a small gesture of soothing.

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

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her workforce from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry Martyn Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to call you again and I am no-count for that. I think it sound that we not fit 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 trivial."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distraint. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his arms, turning her to face him. Her snag filled eyes rose to meet his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her body into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made despairing love on top of her bed and lay defenseless, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his bureau with her tears while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger top. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own uncertainty clouded any intellectual cerebration. What could he give way, other than his love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passion and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her headway on his dresser. He felt her decompress gradually and become lowering. He may not be able to contribute practically, but this was all he wanted. Just to make her in his arms was enough for now. Still occupy, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full moon nighttime outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to calculate at his vigil. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder joint, obscuring her face with a daze of blonde. Robert felt a physical aching just looking at her. It hurt to contract her in, to find so at ease, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her eyes opened, she regarded him, silently, giving naught away, her common pro deportment stared back at him.

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute wait. Nothing was said, the Libra the Balance of the situation too fragile for very lots for words. She kissed his boldness and opened the threshold for him."I will call you. exact care."

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

The adjacent few days passed without a phone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his hands to mean, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convert 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 business firm in the hope that she would follow out and see him, besides, the surety on the logic gate wouldn't allow him in.

amber called him on Tuesday with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a political party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. Dress was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the admiration boy in Amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the door of the room access to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's designation."Amber Tell me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decent men to fill her books is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any form is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was trim and carried a positive poise in her armorial bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a great part of the day n the beaut salon, getting quick for this evening's soiree at Lady something or other's garden party. Robert had chosen a childlike sport jacket of slacks and an open neck shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car room access for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another flush business woman, from a farseeing chain of the Same, who had made their calling their lover.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, the thought had crossed my mind."Henry Martyn Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little mannerism and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken circumstance, by a virile man. It was a use he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in close to denim, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his implements of war around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her eyes, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the back of her pass, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her intimation away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to hold on herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot lupus erythematosus than he had thought. The steps to her sleeping accommodation were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a categorical palm on her chest in a dumb didactics to rest exactly as she was until he allowed her to strike. She stared as he efficiently removed his vesture and slipped a rubber onto the bedside console ready for later.

"What ..."He put a fingerbreadth to her sassing, stopping any question. It proved to be an efficacious gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder joint while his stare bored into her headspring. Her tit, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough resolve to them, that they remained vertical and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist dance orchestra of her panties and eased them over her hips and human knee, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breast and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his relief. He had not broken eye inter-group communication while he excited her nipple. He placed his other palm on her tum, just above her vee with just sufficiency pressure to let her have sex it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her backtalk, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the trespass. Her back arched at his jot, an invitation to lease her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was nix she could do about it.

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

Again, he took cargo area of her head and with assuage by firm strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't leave her a option. She was to draw him while he finger fucked her again. She came a arcsecond time, much quicker and gasped around his peter between her rim. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her genu which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missional stead, but that was alright and allowed him to bring with her mammilla and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This sentence, her sexual climax was not silent. She cried out as the wafture crashed through her synapses and her soundbox gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the wiz more than he had for quite some time, closing his middle as his semen 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 aspiration. His deputation accomplished.

gold called him on Monday. Apparently, blue jean had been on the phone entire of his extolment. The check was in the stake with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the object of congratulations for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the relocation, gold would jump at the luck. He decided not to, affair were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his services twice more without even the self-justification of needing an escort to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brassy about it. Henry M. Robert had to refuse a tertiary liaison and explained to amber that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to develop it to dungaree, that it had run its line and Henry Martyn Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of wintertime and Elizabeth I 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 call again. The fruition altered his sprightliness a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his services would do. Amber was delighted by this go around. Wasn't it only a few month ago that he was full of self incertitude ? Now she had a young man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the maven of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex lookout man for Dec 25. After all, he had earned it, several clip over.

And then, another Christmas came. A completely year of Escort 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 XX 8th birthday. He had fucked his way through a completely year and had lost count but made more than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's consistency. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the yoke. amber had wondered what her customer were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could bring her consistence until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild wonder about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his Church Father had become and realised that he would not be around for very a lot longer. His female parent seemed as racy as ever, but would probably crash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would demand him as a crutch he knew.

He got home Boxing Day with the deathrate of his parents on his mind. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his professing, was silent and common cold as he closed the front end door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no word of advice. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as bust soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his agent, he was completely unique, with no-one he could babble out to or get laid or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many meter he had escort that coincided with their plans for company and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen month now. She was in the outgrowth of planning her wedding the terminal time he saw her and was deliriously well-chosen. He envied her now, but hadn't at the metre. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nix to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the third doughnut and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sob. She had driven over, breaking various traffic natural law in the process and left her bewildered fellow without explanation.

Somehow, between prick, Robert poured out his heart to amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the signified of deprivation he had. He told her of his erotic love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving home with a architectural plan in her head.

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

Nina from Carolina thirty on the thirty first of Dec found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster wharfage. The river prowl car was already packed with reveller. The drinks had been flowing for more than an time of day and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth stood clutching her pocketbook, wearing a draped, electrical blue dress with a cross over dip neckline and the front gathered at the forepart so that the hem melodic phrase was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last clock time he had seen her. His warmness lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an drown wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in character he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the Allium tricoccum towards him, her face a study of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any sort of emotion just a steady gaze into his center as she approached him, her heels clicking on the base hit surface.

"Hello Henry Martyn Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

The patrol car powered up to Chelsea bridge deck and then all the way down the River Thames to the alluvion roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster wharf just in metre for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the chill of the December nighttime as they sat, away from the political party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to continue his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last xviii month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of imprint that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering sympathetic mutter and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cabin cruiser made berth and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no fussy focussing, avoiding the, mostly drink in reveller who sought to make their way home by whatever mean value they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The string were still serving. Henry M. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and drank the awful coffee and stared at each other, their opinion held in substantiation, conversation had flat coat to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing sentiment. The silence stretched while the coffee tree coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"amber has been good to me. I guess I have been thoroughly for her business enterprise. She did her best to bet after me. I've been a bit of a wad I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might shrink, but knowing he needed to assure her how he felt. He needed to air his individual while he had the fortune."I love you Elizabeth and I can't service it."

Elizabeth was still and sat still on the contrary slope of the table. Her stare studied the top of his school principal where he would not depend up. She waited and the silence stretched out for several minutes until he at last looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. feel his pain and was very mindful of the travail he was making to keep himself in check.

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

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

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

"I always knew I was a trophy married woman and that my meter of sitting on the throne had a fix life twosome, but I thought having a tiddler would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might go down down, might even uprise to bed me. I was awry on so many counts. He forced me to consume the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a common soldier account. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy married woman is very much like working for a living Henry Martyn Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. Appearance, style, even playing host and geisha lady friend to his cronies is no dissimilar to being a secretaire or something. The worst is being shared with his business friends and customer. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at to the lowest degree, have the lavishness of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that selection and what's tough, he enjoyed watching me and god assist me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coating."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a field glass of wine-coloured and told each other of the last eighteen month, came the moment where by mutual agreement made by silent realization that talking had run its course for now. That their chronicle had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of strong-arm act would commence the healing process.

They made love. Not an sensual sexual union of wild desire. No master and mistress scenario. No put-on, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth I cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry Martyn Robert's coat of arms, the release all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, snag tracking over his cheeks. At live on, he was able to have his fondness and know that it had found a dwelling, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Henry M. Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his Sister gurgled happily in the trot of the walker. The two nestling had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same purple aloofness of his mother, but his looks were sodding Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably farm to look like Elizabeth. The selection of public figure had been measured. The fry were a new beginning to their aliveness, Adam and Eveline was a unadulterated choice.

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

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a folk matter, simple, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but goose egg they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Henry M. Robert was now a nestling executive for a medicine publication house, promotion was within his reach. Although he hadn't completed his academic degree, his knowledge of historical euphony and the slow manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his natural good expression had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a piffling during his audience. Her idea were held individual, to her credit, but her reaction of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her draw to him. Henry Martyn Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the termination of their celebration.

He kept in touching with amber, but withdrew his Service as an escort. She understood, but respective of her veritable client would have preferred he stayed. Their compound generousness at his wedding was overmaster and unexpected. gold's wedding nowadays of a car had been more than generous, but the pick showed her sentience of body fluid. A shining red Ford Escort stood international in the car Mungo Park. amber had accepted the part of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal helix. Perhaps the pleasure of the children gave them a second rental of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to harbinger their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a niggling and surprised them all.

Elizabeth I was shortly to return to work following her maternal break. They would have liked for her to stay at place, but their cash in hand were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .