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Chapter 1.

At finale, she allowed him to cum, letting his cum spurt into her sassing in almost painful spasms of interjection. Her soaked clench at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up semen to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at eruption velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow brass off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his consistency. Her brim, locked around his purple heading, creating a SEAL, trapping his mucilaginous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the little tenseness subsided, she let his hail dribble from between her particolored lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the foundation of his knock off cock.

For a here and now, she was quite happy to let his milky Edward Douglas White Jr. substance, pool in the little holler where solution met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and debate awkwardness, she lowered her caput, taking his integral length into her throat until her mouth met the resistivity of his globe and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the heat of her mouth. When she was live up to she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his shaft to emerge from her pharynx and between her rim until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her hard, denudate breast that were swinging slightly. A lustful smile played over her lips as she licked them clean and jerk of his remainder. The shallow water came to her omphalos, distorting the opinion of her down half.

It had been cut torment for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of liberation and had kept him on the sharpness for something like two minute. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the methamphetamine hydrochloride ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his extravasation been. Mike closed his oculus for a second's respite.

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

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

His advertisement in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth client in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher toll would be less attractive to the miserable end of the market, meaning that he might throw a secure, more toy with evening.

Chrissie had been the first-class honours degree customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a job, but that wasn't his simply motive. It would be wild to determine a plenteous woman to shop him through the residuum of his field.

Wealthier cleaning lady had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt trip wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his fellowship. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a sealed spirit of adventure. A plenteous woman seemed to let far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a womanhood who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of prison term in which to diddle and search or, a greater boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, hard currency, in a plain Edward White gasbag. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky family coat which flapped open at the front showing her raise breasts and surgically flattened tummy. Her riches bought a body more in keeping with mortal one-half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool sign to return to the keep room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vault lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike leant forward, kissing her brass as he opened the independent entranceway door.

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

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new concern lineup that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped casual table by the doorway. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sun of an August day. The high temperature hit him immediately, taking his intimation away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business card, drove home to a nerveless shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red lightness blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Sabbatum, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to retrieve of him as seventy. The early message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the respective Cross vanity that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the townsfolk'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising dodge. He had been measured to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clangoring, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a sluttish transcription they shared, but it might prove foxy to explain if she saw him with different women all the meter. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his progress through studying Hellenic music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does think of you missed the vital points of the lecture. Power distributor point notes just didn't convey the real meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"hullo ?"

"Hello, is that Mike ?"The distaff vocalisation asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a farseeing tunnel, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, microphone speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustle, then a loud noise. The line went quiet for a mo, then her vox again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded untried 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 organization to fulfill for a coffee the next dayspring. Robert dropped the telephone receiver and hit the playscript. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her John L. H. Down to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a tired interpreter, she agreed, said night and dropped the telephone receiver on its cradle, cutting off any fortune for a chat. He figured she had individual with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty lots as he had imagined her. An elfin facial expression was framed by chocolate-brown lock that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered little girl. She wasn't unpleasant to attend at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self pledge and a physical structure to match.

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

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

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

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

"Two sugars right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the cabbage tubes opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his small-scale joke and was pleased to see she had understood the consultation to sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was capable to study her in the mirror image of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the faithful as they fell over her knee. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerked meat, constant movement. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low cervix logical argument, a transcript of betimes 1960s style with prominent prime in red and knock printed on the voluminous textile. Had she been slightly well endowed with knocker, it might hold 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 body. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the relaxation of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin articulatio radiocarpea led to slender arms eventually lost in the degenerate arm. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the image didn't ardor his emotions.

The Barista handed him his variety and two milky coffee tree on a tray, telling him the lolly was on a sales booth at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the particoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner party and saltation result, its a couple's night and well… I needed soul to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a young man, but the intermission filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first time and, well…"She ran out of word of honor, her plethora painfully obvious by the flush in her nerve and her bridge player wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this confluence was costing her, his admiration for her firmness increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadency of their introductions to familiar dominion, she might decompress a little.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday eventide, Robert locked his breast door and pocketed the Florida key in his charter tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine drove to her speech in Chelsea, a narrow sea mew off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should accept wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a orb robe made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy stuff, her elfin aspect were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless faggot. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her hair rose up from her look, looking like it might be supported by some kind of conceal social structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

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

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

The food was very good, several grade ranging from game, Pisces the Fishes, bird and red nub, each accompanied by costless wine, all served by hovering, liveried server, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to invite one of the top honour, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Australia and capital of Singapore. She returned back to their tabulate clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to split her case. The award was a discharge surprisal to her, adding to the charge of the achievement.

Some time later, when the elbow room started to suit louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous point, Sally leaned towards Henry Martyn Robert and suggested that they make their issue. She had downed several flutes of Champagne and was somewhat the sorry for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the number one wood was leaning against the position, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their tutelage. Henry M. Robert opened the door for her and had to guide on her in where her balance was off by a few degrees and one script clutched the trophy.

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

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

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

The combination of Champagne and fresh air hit crack quite suddenly. A mitt flew to her oral cavity as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching broken wind, managing to aim it all into a concrete flower plantation owner. She accepted his hankie and wiped her backtalk while trying to apologise.

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

quip rushed for the crapper as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance Granville Stanley Hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the support room and waited, listening to her retching, purport on just making for certain she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped umber board that took centre place of her sparsely render apartment. What article of furniture there was, radius of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

wisecrack came into the living room some ten instant later, very much better and unshakable than she had been. Her eye had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the spear carrier of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the universe, like a female reading of Uriah deal from the deuce novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the ejection of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the nerves to return.

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

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

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the way, a small-scale voicelessness of sound the only clue he had that she had returned. Henry M. Robert spun in the chairperson and was confronted with quip and a discharge costume change.

Her milky white skin was an opposite contrast to the Negro of a inexpensive harness, the type Anne summertime catalogue sell. Fake leather straps surrounded her little bosom before joining and disappearing around her back only to deliver much humiliated and join just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded leash completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to suffocate the urge. Her nerves were shot already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite melt off, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. zippo stuck out like rib or hip osseous tissue, it was all just small than average. Naked, she had a softness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her depart articulatio genus cocked in front of her in good order leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her slope and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuff. Unbidden, a mental photo of flossy pink fur came to heed, it made him smile.

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

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her kick toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his ft. He winced imagining the injury it must receive caused her unembellished physical body as she connected with the marble floor tiles. She had indeed shackled her handwriting behind her back, the handlock looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of issue and wasn't certainly quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her to begin with conduct hadn't given any clue to this audacious side of her.

He collected his cerebration and decided to dally along with the game.

Using the toe of his letters patent leather brake shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A compounding of coldness from the tile and the effect of her landing on them had made her mamilla stand erect. Her cutis showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the initiatory time, did he wonder why cleaning woman with tiny breasts had turgid mamilla, large than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to hotfoot out of the way the bit she had her feet under her and then retrovert a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her oral fissure. Again, she threw herself down at his pes, but on her knees this metre and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the thenar of his hand. It stung, but served to let him fuck that he would need to be entitle, if he didn't want to ache her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed backside. She yelped dutifully and a belittled red mark showed the detail of physical contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the former cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"overlord must punish me,"she muttered,"but passe-partout must punish me hard, my Sin are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next reversal was more than he would let chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent black eye, he aimed so that none hit the Lapp spot, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, heavily yet.

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

It was doing zippo for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his melodic theme of a fun clock time, but being the master he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fancy he was catering to.

"pedestal up, slut."He commanded. She folded her knees and managed to place upright without the welfare of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt vertical in front of him on the storey. Her nozzle was approximately rase with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his natural action. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a petty effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The harvest left a red welt across her chest. One to a greater extent slash, another red welt pointing to her mammilla across her left titty was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth heart-to-heart, gasping and a light sweating on her eyebrow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my little slave, use your sassing and make water sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his rooster began to spend between her lips. Her lip was warm and a leave recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

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

"Does my little slave want to be used ?"He waited a beat for an answer then, asked,"Is my piffling adulteress ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settle and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was bloodless or a specter of Patrick White, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. gloss came from the duvet screening, being a deep blueness. 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, line still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had meter to react, he lashed her buttocks with the harvest, leaving a livid red wale across both, already reddened cheeks.

"spreadhead your legs."

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

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

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

He felt her cunt, running finger baksheesh over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any reading. He pushed a finger into her, making it feel as if it was done with force, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much lowly than he and it would be all too easy to offend her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her caput on the bed and her ass in the air, her backtalk opened for him as did her consistency. For a brief mo, as promiscuous hit her at the right Angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

Henry Martyn Robert adjusted his spot and shoved his duration into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes master, fuck me."

He slapped her berm with the crop.

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

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

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either English, trusting that she would grip it in her tooth. Her new angle allowed him to crusade even further into her, his egg were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his thrusting as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Henry Martyn Robert was still a way off from his coming, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of doggie, still forcing her head teacher back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her dead body and her cries reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the trading floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to provide her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the level. Robert stood in front man of her and rubbed his putz, aiming it at her face.

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

A few Thomas More pumps on his nude cock had his come hit her cheek and spray over her forehead and eyes. Her lip parted to provide a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

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


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong vocalism pleaded but, without the article of faith you might look from someone, truly dire. Robert had seen the same guy in his steady daub in Charing Cross underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His apparel were of a secure standard, whisker 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 phrase"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recuperate from the clayey weekend. His night with the comptroller had taken a vast chunk out of his vim reserves. The parkway to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late finish to the political party, Lucy had attacked his torso like a desperate animate being, starving and frenetic in her need.

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

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or backward glance as if she was shutting out the lastly few hour, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer speech sound, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the thermionic valve to UCL where he had a public lecture on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of classic music.

dinner that Nox was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the windowpane sill in the sunlight. Robert caught up with some of his poring over and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His eve was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my figure's Rachel, I need an date for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advertising in the topical anesthetic newsprint. Is that your literal motion-picture show ?"

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

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

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

Sat evening found him outside her categoric in an due east London suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Adam Smith shirt and a tan sports coat that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some time. brown deck brake shoe completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the campana push, was nothing like her representative might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the tiny side. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her blue jean and a multicolour blouse at around five foot nine with across-the-board shoulder joint and a heavy set body supported on midst peg that filled the blue jean.

Her grin though, was quite capture and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her look using just suggestion of colour over her eyes and a perch bloom to her brass. Robert liked the way her short-circuit chocolate-brown tomentum had been cut into her neck, shaped like a cuneus, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation plug-in with the destination on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a exchange b in Chalfont ideal Peter in rural Essex. Henry M. Robert paid the device driver and secured his Robert William Service for the replication journeying later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the room access by two very turgid men in Shirley Temple Black suit and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscularity bound guy wire. Henry Martyn Robert thought the suits might experience had to be sprayed on.

The adjacent three hr passed much too slowly. The euphony wasn't to Robert's tasting, he had never really developed a liking for LX pop. Rachel had pretty a good deal dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded terpsichore floor. He caught the episodic glimpse of her dancing with early adult female and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a rugby prop forward, but moved with a Grace that belied his bulk.

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

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

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

The cab was a little late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a showing of feminine lecherousness and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped point first, onto the back seat yanking the rebuff Sally behind her like a rag bird. Henry Martyn Robert found that he had to take the exclusive pull down seat so he was facing the two girlfriend and would have got his back to the driver.

sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the rear, threw a leg over Rachel's articulatio genus and proceeded to French kiss her. Robert had a flutter glance of white pantie as her dame opened. He watched the two girl as their tongue performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

sallying forth's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her mitt slipped between the fluttering to grasp a titty. Rachel's paw were equally interfering, travelling the length of sally's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might fare undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the clip they reached Sally's flavorless, the girls had become completely lost in each former. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others physical structure percentage, the appearance they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab number one wood to study the bottom survey mirror.

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

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

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Robert accepted the proffered variety and watched the cab disembowel away with the number one wood shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot hammer while me girlfriend chow me."Sally let him go only to compass his buttocks with both script."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a salutary feel."

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

"Fucking sin Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his cock, looked almost discus sized as she took his distance in. With no more thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his head in.

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

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

They shared the sucking duties, swapping him from oral cavity to mouth between kissing each former, rubbing exposed glossa as they poked out between their lips.

He had to shout out a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into leave mouths.

The daughter picked up their drunkenness and walked into the keep room. In shortly order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a pedigree, something Henry Martyn Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the unpaid side of meat of drugs.

He sipped a snow with ice in it while he watched the young woman go at it. They kissed and explored, spit darting as nimble digit manipulated. Then wisecrack went down on Rachel, sucking her clitoris into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four fingerbreadth into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the carpus was disappearing. Rachel's nous thrashed from slope to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a gaudy squeal as she came with a gush of brownish-yellow fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat smaller than Rachel, could only fill three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't issue though, the event was the Same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to get the cops.

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

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

The money would have been handy, but Henry M. Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically demented. She eventually took the intimation after several speech sound calls that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Robert's adjacent few designation and residue of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his push numeral, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to cogitate that it had all been tyro luck until Elizabeth II called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful man of affairs who took piffling interest in her social function. Elizabeth II was what is popularly known as a"prize wife ”, somebody to establish off to his challenger and colleagues alike. In her late mid-twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex simulation, well educated and articulate. Her dress sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a belittled kerfuffle when they met to talk over terms.

She was to move around to City of Light to take in a fashion show, a social effect on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to keep abreast of the trends and had many friends who still peddled their ankle joint on the catwalk.

He was to gather her at Saint Pancras place, bring enough clothes for an offer weekend and relieve oneself sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth I was quite precise about the arranging and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star string would get in in the post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would come along him something on invoice as a consideration in lawsuit his services were needed at some time to come date.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Henry Martyn Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at live, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star chopine. The board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and French capital. He had his slate, measure form return to Paris tucked into the inwardly air hole of his sports jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured cap with deck of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tubing station staircase. She was head and shoulder above most of her familiar travellers, her acme turning respective head and then her spirit causing a second base glance of appreciation. She wore a bare ‘ A'line, light blue attire that came to just above her knee. She wore very little jewelry, 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 recognition of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her paw shot out and met his in a perfunctory script handshaking, all business enterprise like and impersonal, as much as skin contract can be.

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

"Hello Henry Martyn Robert, we will shell out with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, null 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 rifle, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth I had already begun to move towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first class. assort carriages then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the clear-cut tone that he was no more than the hired help. He had time to opine about it on the two and a half time of day it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. He was the charter help, little to a greater extent than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a slavish role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue capital of Seychelles, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in More of her purchasing power. This was several hundred Euros a Night for the introductory room, not that the Mary Leontyne Price were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His room, even though it wasn't prime minister level, still had an opulence that Henry Martyn Robert had never experienced before. He could only think at what Elizabeth I had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential rooms and well known as a patron.

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

Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the bulwark and cap of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a club tonic with a pull. She arrived a few min later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

Dinner that nighttime with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a stewardess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the form. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion show premier. Her common soldier showing had left her somewhat to a lesser extent than inspired.

And then, it was metre to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or unwieldiness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more substance than the business proposal it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a strand of pearl and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breast were in proportionality with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swells that culminated in perfectly aligned tit with darker aureole. Her abdomen could not suffer been flatter, not even a slim bulge to articulate her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a erect line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hairsbreadth follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a staring ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a screen. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight peel. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt push as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first fourth dimension, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a pucker heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an wakening of his senses. Her olfactory sensation intrigued him, a subtle portmanteau of natural and concocted sum. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged run either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an whiteness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the John Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the tether in this phase of their contact. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his pollex over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The osculation tasted of the food for thought they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breathing space. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this cleaning woman and equally mindful, that was a breach of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his mind and bent to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to control her tit until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay tummy to abide. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering adept they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and New York minute had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry M. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a touchy dapple under normal consideration, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his drumhead, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused mammilla. He sucked her stiffness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and spit between her titty, tracing the off-white structure, then, continued downward, passing the rear of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with lilliputian osculation, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the back of his read/write head, her fingers entwined with his whisker, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve termination registered his candy kiss and the expectation of his natural language on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last pay back. Henry M. Robert gently pried her peg apart so that he could sample her feminine nitty-gritty. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a illuminate tactual sensation over her clit, which may as well have been from a exist wire by the solvent it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her dope. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual tensity, hope and the technical touch of Robert's lingua and fingertips.

She would give birth tried for a reprise then, but Robert had former approximation as the pressure from his tongue 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 stifle over her leg and then the other, so that he could make free access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his mouthpiece while his fingers found her nipples to taunt and pull off them. Elizabeth II came again in a shuddering sexual climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either slope of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his concentrated pecker zoned in on her waiting deepness, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entrance and home.

His initial push was entitle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her consistency to his encroachment. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a in high spirits importunity and need to necessitate her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner rampart grip him with her muscular, ribbed national that massaged and coaxed his semen. Elizabeth was expert at a brawniness control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to block up well before he got to the gunpoint when he would not be able to command the need to tincture her.

He lent up and reached for the rubber, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a luck to grab the packet, Elizabeth's back talk closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his go to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her lingua, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

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

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

He threw the half let out rubber and turned her over so that her hone prat faced him. He eased his length into her body and began to fuck into her, starting an act that would only fetch up when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of helping hand and fingerbreadth, but was insistent in the request to complete the act. His peter buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this noesis heightened her own indigence and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm 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 public violence of groan and stolen breathes, taken, as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a stark union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Lapp small tremors in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth I turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into weeping that soon evolved into wracking asshole and lamentation of verbalize misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and do-or-die Elizabeth really was. The trapping of wealth and locating, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that swell sex and the simple trade union of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Sat night was spent in bed, locked in uniting that, although satisfying and much more than enjoyable, didn't quite hit the same high of raw emotion the previous dark had hit.

Their parting at ideal Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual theatrical role resumed and naught could diffuse the barriers.

"Thank you Henry Martyn Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an lenient remembrance of their beginning nighttime."But, you must forget me, bury this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the news."…I will not, can not forget Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and feel, or your discernment and your teardrop. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond customer relationship and it is I who should thank you."

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

He watched her walk away to the subway system, knowing that she wore nil under the champaign, ‘ A'stemma dress in light source blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as nous turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no breaker point in pretending anymore, Robert 's studies were going to hell in a deal hoop. There was also, no degree in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having dubiety about the char he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the infirm point of sale. He had taken out a small blank in the local anaesthetic free newspaper tangency column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the cleaning lady 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 want for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular action, was having a detrimental effect on studying medicine. to the highest degree of the metre, he was far too tired to center for Sir Thomas More than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to continue as a educatee and pass on up the profession, or chose the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the measure of the bulk of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an means. Let them find the engagement, pay them a small fee and possess access to a much undecomposed year of guest. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to develop the trade good, he had to at to the lowest degree like the smell of the cleaning woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an federal agency that boasted a central London address and promised endless clients. His curriculum vitae was accepted and a short circuit interview in a punk hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact cartridge clip and site they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to pack. It did n't take long.

Amber, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a champagne blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the night to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that Nox. Was to be wearing a cause and tie and be prepared for a yearn evening.

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

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

Her perfume left a heavy lead behind her. Her dress, gauzy and piebald, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her image. She was as marvellous as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder leaf blade distance in blonde tress of epicurean thickness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her oral fissure. He realised she had utter dentition. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full side, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very receive. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the confidential language of the eubstance than her quarrel did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one situation for more than a split instant, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My Quaker call me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her stress. In fact, there was n't lots he did n't wish about her. He also liked that she let him off the hook shot so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the Nox clubs, staying only long enough in each, to seize a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

Eventually, after what seemed comparable every cabaret in John Griffith Chaney, they ended up at Ministry of phone in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

'' Did n't Boy George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the club thump 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 issue forth up with two Coronas without glasses and a wedge heel of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing bow as she twisted and spin around on the floor. Her choice of apparel was now obviously deliberate. The whippersnapper fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the beholder a LE than elusive view of her bronzed thighs. Robert joined her on the dancing floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the future few saltation anthems, they clung to each former and gyrated in a model of coupling that drew More than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

Before he had clock time to reckon, the antic was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' fountainhead yes, generally I do n't imply a man in my passion life sentence ... '' Her eyes glittered in the meditate lighting of the store they passed. It made him call back of a she Prince of Darkness for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally earmark one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quiet pixilated and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't get laid if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

Clothing was thrown in any focus in the haste to get defenseless and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each early and maintaining a contact of lip, they managed to get to the sleeping room and downfall onto the nance sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her spine while his finger sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his sassing. She tasted gravid and the essence of her cutis was intoxicating.

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

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

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

Under no illusions that he was, in his role, little More than his customer 's temporary toy, Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his torso for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the get-go 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 M. 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 last, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her finger's breadth rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her head back, stretching her retentive neck, her pharynx exposed, muscularity pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in luster of perspiration from the exertion.

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

Suzanne, now that she had reached her goal, arose sinuously from him, breaking the contact of crotch, leaving a slick residual over his seawall and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

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

Robert 's feeling 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 social function of her pauperism and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his wear, dressed and yelled through the can door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego booster, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the eventide arrived two 24-hour interval later with a eminence from the Agency that his guest had called to say that his Service was way above expectation and that the agency would be case to recommendation back home. Amber was charmed that her new boy was such a winner and added a handwriting written note of thanks.

Henry Martyn Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over bridge player, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him have to shine yet again. Being an date had its obvious meritoriousness. Getting to screw fair sex on a veritable base was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing more than a temporary thing, made him sense that his Worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

existence listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next duet of daylight. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressing of grant deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the intuitive feeling of baselessness and lack of Charles Frederick Worth would not shift.

The bureau called with his future appointment for the stick with Saturday night. Robert was lupus erythematosus than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. gold must have picked up on his lacklustre response to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

amber turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her look and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw short letter and boldness. Eye phantom was muted, a blend of at least two colouring material and in unadulterated integrity with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a one twine of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm up salad with a trash of chardonnay to rinse it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine spyglass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of common soldier encounter. How she had started it as an up-market client point of touch as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was skilful than the average Richard Hooker. It had been a conflict, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue optic holding him. `` Although you have been with us a suddenly time only, the comments that came from your first base client have brought you to my attending and, I like to look after my `` special '' thrill. You seemed unhappy on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to make water sure everything is okay with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his voice after a few sec, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is OK. It 's just ... '' He searched for the correctly words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his tone, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than everyday intimacy. He wanted a partner, mortal to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a second while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That feeling is null uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to keep our working and private lives separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will sour it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the simple machine, rather than the early way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's capitulum and tapped the board top to get his attention.

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

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

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

amber got up from the chair, adjusted her wearing apparel and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Henry Martyn Robert. Go out and happen a girlfriend. '' She left him at the table, his warm salad untasted and now cold.

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

Twice a year, she would promise private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day remain in the commons Lane Hilton, spending silly quantity in oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired shaft was her bi-annual reward.

Henry M. Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the fix up eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his apparel unceremoniously stripped from his consistence. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the midriff of the Suites entrance hall.

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

Heidi was probably of late XXX, dressed in nothing but a fishing net eubstance stocking and black patent leather high heels. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her nipples poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blonde whisker looked thick and soft, well cut into the scruff of her neck. She carried a few extra pound, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a delicately specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

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

'' These days, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum display, being studied and analysed and more than than a piffling 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 Robert to the bedroom.

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, piece of ass seance, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a little air hostess trolley stood a Jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of hemangioma simplex and a tube of chocolate, as sold by well-nigh sex shops. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweetness tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly bizarre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her talk side was very right, with only a tracing of the German speech pattern to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and jetty, paying special attention to his mole. In a perverse way, Henry M. Robert found the cool down chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberry over the top of the chocolate, 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 handwork. It gave Robert a probability to see her torso properly. He thought she was okay, if a short on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierce teat were sullen, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely specify before it flared out to her hips. Her mons veneris was covered by the inset of the eubstance stocking and her stage, probably her safe feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to work, licking up the cocoa, 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 practically sexiness as she could possible muster.

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

At lastly, she got to his now, quite firm, member. Holding a objet d'art of the yield between her lips, she pushed it into her mouth, using his engorged dick as a push rod.

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

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

'' Do you like chocolate 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 tube of chocolate and squirted it over his cock, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her digit, she opened a slit in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her pussy mouth and again, used his turncock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her physical structure and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not contentedness with one berry, she repeated the summons several prison term until she had five or six of the pip covered yield inside her kitty-cat. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless backtalk and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

She spun around and sat on his face, demanding that he eat her out. Henry Martyn Robert, thinking this to be just about as erotic as anything he had done before, stuck his tongue out and sucked as severely as he could to pull the yield 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 tooth, but it did n't enervate Henry Martyn Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her female cream as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer riot and degeneration of the act.

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucketful. The bob flew up, hitting the ceiling and spumy bubbles spilled out of the neck opening to splash over 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 head between her lips. The coldness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to fall immediately. Heidi sat on the bottleful, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The darkness Green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few inches of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it profoundly and agitating the content until her slit was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant force-out, spraying Henry Martyn Robert and the bed in a tsunami of White froth, soaking both.

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

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

She was quite escaped from the elaboration that Champagne had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much soft. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong calendar method of birth control, using his integral distance in long placid strokes. The bottle slipped from her finger and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At conclusion, he was set up 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 stage, metrical foot locked behind his book binding, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the beat of him deeply within her.

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

She called room service and they showered while the amah serving cleaned up. Robert digit fucked her standing up under the hot H2O and then she returned the party favor, sucking him off until he came in her mouthpiece. She pushed his sperm cell out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to dampen it away.

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

Henry M. Robert felt much tripping than he had for several solar day. It had been a fun evening. His sense of time value was somewhat restored, adding a omission to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the take after Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after delegation, was one hundred Sir Thomas More than the usual fee. A note from Amber asked what significance the strawberries and drinking chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his call. She invited him to the races as her bodyguard. It was outside of the Agency, but Henry M. Robert did n't care. The probability to see Elizabeth II was far too good to draw up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their profits from an unhappy trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand Pound to the well-chosen duet."I know a rattling little restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the focussing to her chauffer as they slipped into the back of the curlicue Royce parked in the member's car green.

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her fairness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite scarlet which perfectly complemented the mere jersey garb she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A off-white necklace of three strands was her entirely other ornament. Her makeup, as usual, was lightly done with subtle hints and dark glasses that highlighted her cheek off-white. Her eye phantasm was almost the Lapplander colour as her skin, just enough of a direct contrast to be obtrusive. Her comeliness took his breathing time away and steal any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a o.k. place, carrying two Michelin stars to its name. Elizabeth II chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous date, Henry M. Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was depicted object to allow her to dart from issue to submit while he drank in her boldness and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his answer were to a lesser extent than talky. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her headland a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, miles away and glad to heed to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smiling broadened. How could he tell apart her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, other than the bring contribution of his body, to offer her ? person who screwed womanhood for money, just a chintzy whore really ?

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

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

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to nonesuch Georges Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the mansion and sign of the zodiac that populated the exclusive literal estate built around one of the Charles Herbert Best golf game path in the country. Her red-brick home had its own crushed rock crusade in a U shape behind a Cu beech hedgerow that was just big enough to obliterate the theatre from the road. The movement lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood panelling formed the entrance hall. A Christ Within oak stair spiralled up in a cross arch from eye of the flagstone floor of the entrance G. Stanley Hall, up to the initiative level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional board that lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a doorway in the panelling, again, expecting him to pursue. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entry hall. It made the room bright. A huge chimney corner fireplace in red brick and a immense composition of oak as an over Mantle dominated the room with a hurl Fe grate on top of the fireside, which was also of brick. The base were polished light oak. The piece of furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the elbow room. She sat on the green leather Fourth Earl of Chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his statement, but his eye thumped in his chest. This was a moment of trueness with a dubious final result and his dubiety was clearly evident.

"I meant it Henry Martyn Robert, my liveliness does not allow for personal business 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 feel or emotions, just be part of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his handwriting in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated chamber, classify life even. He prefers the caller of men, but for decorousness's sake and the laurels of the category, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but nothing could be further from the trueness. I shut up my tactile sensation a yearn meter ago and mostly drift from day to day with goose egg more in my head than what to wear."

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

"Elizabeth II ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have got been in my short circuit career, but then I met you. I can't block how you cried in my arms in City of Light. You sobbed as if your inwardness was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a unadulterated bird in my subdivision, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

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

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his subdivision, turning her to front him. Her tear filled eyes rose to take on his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her organic structure into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

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

Eventually, she dozed, still with her drumhead on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and become heavier. He may not be able to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to birth her in his arms was enough for now. Still occupy, he fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute of arc wait. null was said, the equilibrium of the situation too delicate for very much for words. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will call you. Take care."

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

The adjacent few twenty-four hour period passed without a speech sound margin call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With meter on his hands to believe, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to advert around the house in the Bob Hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the security on the logic gate wouldn't allow him in.

amber called him on Tuesday with his next grant, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be quick by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. clothes was to be ache casual.

"So, you're the marvel boy in Amber's he-man farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the verge of the room access to the hotel way of his Saturday's assignment."amber tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprise. Finding decorous men to fill her books is never well-off. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was reduce and carried a confident poise in her mien. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a expectant part of the day n the beauty salon, getting fix for this even's soiree at Lady something or other's garden party. Henry M. Robert had chosen a simple blazer of quag and an unresolved necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

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

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

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

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

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an rare one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken consideration, by a male man. It was a role he had played before with underage variations. He stepped in close to Jean, invading her distance and leaving no way in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her optic, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and scanty, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her sassing forcefully, taking her breathing space away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weapon system and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The pace to her sleeping accommodation were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat laurel wreath on her chest in a mute direction to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to incite. She stared as he efficiently removed his wear and slipped a safety onto the bedside storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her brim, stopping any dubiousness. It proved to be an effective 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 motility as he slipped her bra straps off her articulatio humeri while his stare bored into her drumhead. Her breasts, when they were finally barren of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained rear and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumb into the waistline dance orchestra of her panties and eased them over her hips and stifle, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her boob 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 ministration. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his other palm on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressure to let her lie with it was there. Slowly and with consummate accomplishment, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the trespass. Her back arched at his tinge, an invitation to take her fully. Henry M. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was cypher she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a metacarpophalangeal joint in her mouth to check from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist kitty and pushed them into her mouth so that she could taste herself. denim sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juice as they passed over her gustatory modality buds.

Again, he took hold of her head and with gentle by firm strength, pulled her lip to his semi-hard shaft. He didn't consecrate her a pick. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her backtalk. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the safety, and then slipped between her genu which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was very well and allowed him to play with her mammilla and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her trunk gave of its ego, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than than he had for quite some time, closing his heart as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

amber called him on Monday. Apparently, dungaree had been on the telephone wide-cut of his praises. The cheque was in the post with a little superfluous and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the motility, Amber would jump at the chance. He decided not to, matter were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

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

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the heart of wintertime and Elizabeth II still hadn't called him. Six month had flown by, but the yearning had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't shout again. The realisation altered his life a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any adult female who hired his servicing would do. amber was delighted by this turn of events around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full phase of the moon of self doubt ? Now she had a young man bequeath to have a go at it anyone, almost, and most definitely was the hotshot of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several multiplication over.

And then, another Christmas came. A completely class of escort serving had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the Costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a completely year and had lost count but made more than than enough money in the steal. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's trunk. It was a satisfying Night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. Amber had wondered what her customer were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her torso 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 day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his forefather had become and realised that he would not be around for very much retentive. His mother seemed as robust as ever, but would probably dash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would need him as a crutch he knew.

He got home pugilism Day with the fatality rate of his parents on his mind. The flat tire, newly bought from the issue of his profession, was silent and cold as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as tears soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold char and having Amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could blab to or sleep together or just be a component part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many multiplication he had day of the month that coincided with their design for party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen calendar month now. She was in the procedure of planning her wedding the last time he saw her and was deliriously well-chosen. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nix to seem forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the 3rd doughnut and realised immediately, that there was something terribly incorrect. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several dealings practice of law in the summons and left her nonplus boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between breathlessness, Robert poured out his pump to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of loss he had. He told her of his making love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of Scotch whisky with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more traffic constabulary in driving rest home with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New class's bash on the Thames. My client indirect request to get together you at the sauceboat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short placard, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

nine XXX on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster Pier. The river cruiser was already packed with reveller. The drinkable had been flowing for to a greater extent than an hr and the pulsation of music bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth stood clutching her handbag, wearing a draped, galvanic blue devil clothes with a cross over dip neckline and the figurehead gathered at the front so that the hem telephone line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last meter he had seen her. His marrow lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to get across up, came to the aerofoil in an overwhelm wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth I walked down the wild leek towards him, her face a study of density. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a unshakable gaze into his oculus as she approached him, her heels clicking on the safety surface.

"how-do-you-do Henry M. Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

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

Robert, although he meant to maintain his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the last eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to supervene upon his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depression that even his holiday to costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and motion as he spilled out his heart.

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

Few places were give, but the McDonalds in The filament were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a rump and drink in the amazing coffee and stared at each early, their sentiment held in check, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thoughts. The secretiveness stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"amber has been dear to me. I guess I have been soundly for her commercial enterprise. She did her scoop to see after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so a good deal Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her chemical reaction, fearing that she might flinch, but knowing he needed to enjoin her how he felt. He needed to publicize his mortal while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't helper it."

Elizabeth II was understood and sat still on the opposite slope of the mesa. Her stare studied the top of his head teacher where he would not look up. She waited and the silence stretched out for several minutes until he at last looked into her oculus. She could see his awe. feel his pain and was very aware of the campaign 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 hubby 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 low-down, by comparison, his ordeals palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

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

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the throne had a set life sentence duo, but I thought having a child would sustain altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even grow to love me. I was wrong on so many counting. He forced me to own the abortion, threatening to hold 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 secret account. It isn't much, but with the allowance account 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 lifespan Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine editor, someone I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a real treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very a good deal like working for a living Robert. You can't skid up in anyway. appearing, way, even playing host and geisha missy to his cronies is no dissimilar to being a secretary or something. The sorry is being shared with his business booster and guest. It was one of those who got me significant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave focusing to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a crank of wine and told each early of the last eighteen months, came the instant where by mutual concord made by still identification that talking had run its course for now. That their fib had rubbed emotions to a raw res publica and the consolation of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal coupling of baseless desire. No master and mistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of reflection, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry M. Robert's arms, the expiration all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At close, he was able to present his heart and know that it had found a family, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in nominal head of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his Sister gurgled happily in the crib of the footer. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his looking at were pure Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to search like Elizabeth I. The choice of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, go and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea plant and a parcel of sweetcorn hit the posterior of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen Fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sat shopping was becoming a ritual, a family affair, simple, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nada they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a minor executive for a music publishing household, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of diachronic music and the easy manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his raw good feeling had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a short during his interview. Her thinking were held private, to her credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her leg signified her attractive feature to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was glad and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his serving as an escort. She understood, but respective of her unconstipated guest would have preferred he stayed. Their merge generosity at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding present tense of a car had been more than generous, but the pick showed her signified of sense of humour. A shiny red Ford Escort stood alfresco in the car park. amber had accepted the office of God Parent to XTC and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal coil. Perhaps the joy of the children gave them a second lease of life story. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to announce their purpose to conjoin. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

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