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Chapter 1.

At live, she allowed him to cum, letting his ejaculate spurt into her sassing in almost painful cramp of ejaculation. Her tight grasp at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to exceed, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His articulatio coxae bucked involuntarily, raising his specify cheek off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his sexual climax ripped through his dead body. Her brim, locked around his purpurate fountainhead, creating a seal, trapping his glutinous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the pocket-size tensity subsided, she let his fare drip from between her calico back talk, to run down his ray of light and coalesce at the radix of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite felicitous to let his milky snowy essence, consortium in the minuscule hole where root met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate ineptitude, she lowered her straits, taking his entire length into her pharynx until her backtalk met the impedance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lip and his cock once again, to revert to the heat of her mouth. When she was quenched she had sucked it all back into her backtalk, she slowly lifted her caput, allowing his shaft to emerge from her pharynx and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, urine cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lustful smile played over her backtalk as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow water came to her belly button, distorting the view of her modest half.

It had been transparent torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the here and now of release and had kept him on the border for something like two minute. The constant hard-on had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the liberation. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the glass ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. mike closed his eyes for a bit's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a kiss on his mouth. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his shoulder joint. He could try out his cum on her glossa as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the topic, endured it.

His advertisement in the newspaper publisher shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a one-half calendar week since the advertisement went up, announcing his military service as a compliant bodyguard. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher Leontyne Price would be less attractive to the misfortunate end of the marketplace, meaning that he might deliver a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his just need. It would be fantastic to receive a deep woman to shop at him through the residuum of his studies.

Wealthier woman had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A racy woman seemed to experience far more experience and a desire to cause her wants attended to, than say, a cleaning woman who had to ferment for a life. Perhaps it was the handiness of prison term in which to play and research or, a greater tedium and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky menage coat which flapped open at the front showing her raise breasts and surgically flattened belly. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with soul half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to retort to the living room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted third house at the foot of the stairs.

microphone leant forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the independent entryway door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunshine of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breathing spell away momentarily. Robert, his given public figure, not the professional one used on his business menu, drove home base to a cool cascade and a study session.

Before he hit the medicine books, he briefly checked his answer headphone, noticing the red brightness blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to think of him as seventy. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross dressers that had latched onto his advertisement, wanting to be ‘ out on the Town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to go along his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no estimation about his John Cash raising dodge. He had been heedful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clangor, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might prove slippery to explain if she saw him with different womanhood all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slender core on his procession through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lector and does think you missed the critical points of the lecture. Power Point notes just didn't convey the real meaning of what the reader was trying to get across.

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

"how-do-you-do ?"

"Hello, is that Mike ?"The female phonation asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long burrow, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustle, then a brassy noise. The line went tranquilize for a irregular, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! Sally, sorry. I'm a bit… um… well, you understand."She paused."I eh… well I need an escort for a function.

They talked further and made system to touch for a coffee the next morning. Robert dropped the pass receiver and hit the record book. Antonio Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his perceptiveness, but it had to be done.

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


Sally looked pretty a great deal as he had imagined her. An elfin brass was framed by Robert Brown curl that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his eccentric, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

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

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

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her uneasy smile crinkled the border of her centre. Mid thirties he thought, exclusive, probably a life history girl.

"Two gelt right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his small antic and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was able to hit the books her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally mother with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folding as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerked meat, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the berm with a fashionably low neck line, a transcript of early sixty style with boastfully flowers in red and knock printed on the copious material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too a lot for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a ticker adorned her torso. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the eternal sleep of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. thinly wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the knock off sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her raw, the simulacrum didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his modification and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a standstill at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a demonstration at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dance event, its a couple's Night and well… I needed person to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a boyfriend, but the pause filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first fourth dimension and, well…"She ran out of words, her plethora painfully obvious by the blush in her brass and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to recognise just how very much this merging was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the metre of their launching to familiar territorial dominion, she might relax a small.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front threshold and pocketed the Florida key in his charter dinner jacket. The waiting stretched limo drove chisel to her address in Chelsea, a narrow meow off of outpouring Street.

Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her rear. Clothed as she was in a orb nightie made up of bed of gauze-like gauzy materials, her elvish looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how touchy she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or LE. Her hair rose up from her typeface, looking like it might be supported by some form of hidden complex body part before falling, unhindered to her berm. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her innate brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of undimmed yellowed orchids on a wrist band.

"Thank you."She smiled into his oculus as he closed the car doorway, taking aid not to captivate her pes in its glittering shoe.

The food was very honest, several course ranging from game, fish, fowl and red meat, each accompanied by complimentary vino, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending provision, it seemed.

Sally was to welcome one of the top honor, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Commonwealth of Australia and Republic of Singapore. She returned back to their hold over clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to break open her face. The prize was a dispatch surprise to her, adding to the shudder of the achievement.

Some metre later, when the room started to get louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several flutes of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

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

The journey to her Chelsea Larus canus was in over silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the London streets.

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

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

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

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

wisecrack rushed for the bathroom as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hallway as another tear threatened to invalid her. He found the living elbow room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her headstone on a glass topped coffee table that took sum post of her sparsely furnished apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of timber, but was understated in whites or a fragile variation.

sally came into the life elbow room some ten minutes later, very lots better and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of tipsiness had gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, suddenly, from a branch threshold behind him, she came back into the elbow room, a small whispering of sound the only when cue he had that she had returned. Henry M. Robert spun in the chairperson and was confronted with Sally and a fill in costume change.

Her milky white cutis was an opposite contrast to the black of a cheap harness, the type Anne summertime catalogue sell. juke leather straps surrounded her small white meat before joining and disappearing around her back only to return lots lower and fall in just above her pubic bone and then to break up again and pass through the gap between her wooden leg, framing her hairless pussy. A dot shoe collar completed the entireness of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the itch. Her nervousness were shot already. His glee would completely undo her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite sparse, fragile even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. cypher stuck out like ribs or hip castanets, it was all just humble than average. Naked, she had a softness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her forget genu cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her side and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a twain of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental depiction of flossy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her rush toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his feet. He winced imagining the hurt it must consume caused her extra anatomy as she connected with the marble level tiles. She had indeed shackled her hands behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of events and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a minute. Certainly, her sooner demeanour hadn't given any cue to this brazen slope of her.

He collected his mentation and decided to playact along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combining of chilliness from the tile and the force of her landing on them had made her nipple stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first time, did he wonder why woman with lilliputian breast had large nipples, boastfully than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his understructure lightly on her matted abdomen and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her oculus flicked away from the vividness of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knee joint and then stood only to race out of the room the moment she had her feet under her and then return a few irregular later with a slight riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this time and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his correct hand. It was no venture matter the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather grommet at the end of the braided handle.

"sales booth up."He ordered. She stood, trembling slightly, but whether that was prevision or cheek, he wasn't sure.

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milklike blanched buttocks to him as she bent at the waistline and rested on the president arm with her substructure on the floor.

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the harvest and slapping it into the palm of his helping hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would demand to be gentle, if he didn't want to injure her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her debunk merchantman. She yelped dutifully and a small red Mark showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other buttock. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"professional must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me toilsome, my sinfulness are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next blow was Sir Thomas More than he would experience chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Saame spot, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, difficult yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual shimmer was not his approximation of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their phantasy he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one stifle then the early so that she knelt upright in straw man of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately pull down with his jetty. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side of meat and with a piffling effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his prick. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her breast. One more slash, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her left wing breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth outdoors, gasping and a light perspiration on her hilltop. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

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

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to elapse between her sass. Her mouth was warm and a volition recipient role. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid bastard to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the back of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to take back as a lot of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her question back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly back talk fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably get allowed him to regorge his come in her throat. Instead, he took his turncock out of her mouth and slapped her nerve with it.

"Does my small slave want to be used ?"He waited a split second for an answer then, asked,"Is my footling loose woman ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding craw from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the rest period of the apartment, everything was white or a shade of egg white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet cover, being a late blue. He found he liked the décor but would make liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the edge of the queen-sized bed. She stood, neckcloth still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had prison term to respond, he lashed her nates with the craw, leaving a livid red wheal across both, already reddened cheeks.

"Spread your legs."

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

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

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

He felt her cunt, running finger's breadth bakshis over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger's breadth into her, making it experience as if it was done with force out, but in Sojourner Truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to smart her.

His finger was joined by another. In the berth she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her body. For a brief moment, as light hit her at the right slant, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

Henry M. Robert adjusted his position and shoved his distance into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her berm with the crop.

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

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

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to labor even further into her, his testis were slapping against her button. She was grunting in clock time with his thrusts as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howling, but Henry M. Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to be intimate her in this variation of bow-wow, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each flood tide smashed through her dead body and her yell reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow for her to follow. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the level. Robert stood in front of her and itch his cock, aiming it at her face.

"issue off the golosh slave."She could only use her teeth ; her hired hand were still clasped in the paw cuffs.

A few Thomas More pumps on his naked cock had his come hit her face and atomizer over her forehead and heart. Her lips parted to allow 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, Henry Martyn Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the visible horizon of the Thames River. He was totally shattered and pleased with the superfluous two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her input about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all parties and might well be repeated at some sentence in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, modification please."

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the condemnation you might bear from someone, truly dire. Henry M. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular billet in Charing Cross Underground for as long as he had been commuting to British capital. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His apparel were of a soundly standard, hair combed and brusque and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the enceinte weekend. His night with the controller had taken a huge chunk out of his energy reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been tiresome with holiday traffic and then, after a late finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and phrenetic in her need.

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

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 hours, 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 hour before showering and catching the electron tube to UCL where he had a lecture on Modern influence and sudden rising in popularity of definitive music.

dinner party that night was a hastily cooked scrambled orchis and toast, washed down with a deoxyephedrine of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Henry Martyn Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the impulse to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my public figure's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were relinquish. I saw your advertising in the local newspaper publisher. Is that your really picture ?"

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

"Oh ! It's just a party, but is meant to be his and hers. The ‘ hers'is not a problem, but the ‘ his'might be. So, as a finally resort, I hoped you could be my escort 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 use up a cab from her address. Dress was to be smart casual.

Sat evening found him outside her straight in an eastern United States London suburbia. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Alice Paul Julia Evelina Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the luminousness of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the tout ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his insistency on the toll button, was goose egg like her voice might take in suggested. On the telephone, her representative, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive side. Rachel was anything but tiny. Although not weighty, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicoloured blouse at around five metrical foot nine with broad shoulders and a profound set trunk supported on thick pegleg that filled the dungaree.

Her grinning though, was quite becharm and went with her garrulous personality very well. She had made her face using just jot of people of colour over her heart and a light blush to her boldness. Robert liked the way her short brown haircloth had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the number one wood her invitation board with the name and address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont holy person Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the device driver and secured his military service for the return journeying later in the evening.

Her ticket were checked at the door by two very large men in blackened suits and black standoff that looked like they might be strangling the brawn bound bozo. Robert thought the suits might have had to be sprayed on.

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

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap mixed bag that all the predilection and message had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a brace of multitude who wanted his outer space at the bar so they could recharge trash, but zero interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to get the best the loudness of the music.

At lowest, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than than quick to go home plate. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the hapless matter off of her feet.

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

The cab was a little tardy for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and sally swapped tongue in a display of feminine lustfulness and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped oral sex first, onto the dorsum fanny yanking the slight crack behind her like a rag doll. Henry M. Robert found that he had to take the single twist down derriere so he was facing the two girls and would sustain his back to the driver.

sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French osculate her. Robert had a fleeting glance of white panties as her chick opened. He watched the two girls as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite trim and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

Sally's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her mitt slipped between the flaps to grasp a breast. Rachel's handwriting were equally engaged, travelling the duration of Sally's torso and pulling at her article of clothing as if it might add up undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally's matte, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body parts, the appearance they had put on, for their own welfare, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to take the rear view mirror.

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

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

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

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

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble shot of tequila and some strange pink juice. crack was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a end by room.

"Um, feeling, 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 microphone and thanks for looking after us. Wan na drink ?"

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

"Oh please check, sallying forth really wants to have sex you, she said so and… well a threesome sounds quite a gracious doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a gracious ‘ ot peter while me girlfriend chuck me."sallying forth let him go only to grasp his fundament with both bridge player."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down young woman while I ‘ ave a upright feel."

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

"fucking hell Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her heart, now only a few inches away from his cock, looked almost disk sized as she took his length in. With no Thomas 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 turncock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to make her an idea that he wasn't pocket-sized in the penile department, was showing.

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

They shared the breastfeed duty, swapping him from oral cavity to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to prognosticate a halt after a few arcminute, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The young woman picked up their drinks and walked into the aliveness room. In short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some hoi polloi enjoyed the recreational English of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the young woman go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally 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 err all four fingers into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of fourth dimension and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a cheap squeal as she came with a outburst of amber fluid.

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

The evening finished with the two in a 60 nine berth while Henry M. Robert fucked sortie's rump, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of Sally as it oozed from her crack. His function complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab nursing home exhausted and a hundred pounds better off than he had expected to be.

Robert's next designation found him in the clutches of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint lilliputian tea shop in the lanes. There was zip he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a char, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a footprint too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youthfulness and virility didn't supporter. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to bruise her belief, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few years later, stating her pursuit in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would throw been handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically ill. She eventually took the clue after respective phone yell that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

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

Elizabeth II turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took little interest in her function. Elizabeth I was what is popularly known as a"prize married woman ”, someone to establish off to his rival and colleagues alike. In her late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her clothes sensory faculty unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Henry Martyn Robert felt a small hoo-ha when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in in a manner show, a societal event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the diligence 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 encounter her at ideal Pancras Station, bring enough clothes for an stretch forth weekend and gain sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite precise about the placement and demonstrated an hospital attendant judgement that paid attention to detail. His tag for the Euro-Star Train would make it in the post the day before. If it did indeed come, it was his signaling that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in case his divine service were needed at some hereafter particular date.

The ease of the workweek passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the steps that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The board showed destinations to Belgian capital, Lille and Paris. He had his tag, standard form return to Paris tucked into the inside air pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was head and shoulder above most of her fellow traveler, her superlative turning several question and then her looks causing a endorse glance of appreciation. She wore a childlike ‘ A'line, light blue dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very small jewelry, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and myopic drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth II smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like identification of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory hand shake, all business like and neutral, as much as peel contract can be.

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

"Hello Henry M. Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, zilch 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 grinning was automatic, 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 beginning category. Separate carriages then. Henry M. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the decided feel that he was no more than the charter assistance. He had fourth dimension to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in Anatole France. He was the hired avail, little to a greater extent than the status of a pet, he should deliver expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a hack silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine. Henry M. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more than of her purchasing power. This was several hundred Euros a dark for the BASIC room, not that the toll were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

gilding covered frescoes and easing dialog box lined the paries and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his orderliness of a social club quinine water with a twist. She arrived a few minute later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

Their boozing 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 Quarter, window shopping at the works of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the metropolis as they hurried around on their business.

dinner that dark with Elizabeth was almost conventional. The course of action kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Henry Martyn Robert could not ingest put a figure to the knockout he ate or the vino that accompanied the track. He related the events of his base on balls about. Elizabeth glossed over the style show premier. Her secret showing had left her somewhat LE than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple routine of case, as if it had no more signification than the stage business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her attire and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underclothes, only a chain of pearls and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breasts were in proportion with her sizing, possibly a C cup and slightly tip-tilted. Absolutely no sag to them, just docile swell that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureole. Her tum could not possess been flatter, not even a slight bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a upright seam, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some sort of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a cover song. As she stepped away from him towards the bedchamber, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her blind drunk skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt clit as he walked.

He placed a ring of safe on the bedside storage locker and, for the first time, held her without the roadblock of vesture between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the vast bed.

His holding her was like an waking up of his senses. Her olfactory perception intrigued him, a subtle blend of rude and concocted kernel. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either side of her head. Her middle, suddenly so blue air and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her chief in his cubital joint that supported his weightiness. She lay on her back, studying his expression silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

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

"God Elizabeth I, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the give-and-take escaping his mouth, his mouth forming the words a millisecond after he thought them.

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

The candy kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more, subtle tip of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her backtalk and breathing space. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a rift of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his mind and bent grass to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her titty until he slid it behind her shoulder to cast her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger gratuity, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breathing time as her spunk close enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish smudge under normal weather condition, but an erogenous zona when in a intimate meeting. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her small abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very turned on nipple. He sucked her callousness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her straightaway response of arched back. With masterful ineptness, he slid his lips and lingua between her boob, tracing the off-white structure, then, continued downward, passing the buns of her ribcage, over her belly push and on towards her sex, interspersing his slug with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his head word, her digit entwined with his whisker, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to curve again as her nerve endings registered his candy kiss and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at final stage honour. Henry Martyn Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could try out her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a illumine pinch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual latent hostility, promise and the expert touch of Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would possess tried for a reprise then, but Robert had former thought as the pressure level from his natural language increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his activity, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could receive free access to her while she lay on her cover. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingerbreadth found her pap to ride and pluck them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering coming that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her consistency, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her body. Slowly, but purposely, his heavy cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to perforate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her sassing, seeking entrance and home.

His initial push was gentle, an exploration of her inner ego, an first step of her soundbox to his invasion. The second and subsequent driving force were with a gamy urging and motive to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Henry M. Robert felt her inner paries grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his semen. Elizabeth was expert at a muscularity control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to hold on well before he got to the point when he would not be capable to master the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a chance to snap up the mail boat, Elizabeth's lips closed around his prick and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turn to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the patch, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to stop or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil large number. He was about to put it on, but her mitt stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the touchy operation.

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

He threw the half divulge rubber and turned her over so that her perfect arse faced him. He eased his duration into her trunk and began to lie with into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The pace settled into something doable, that allowed for exploration of hands and digit, but was insistent in the quest to fill in the act. His putz buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his stuffiness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her coming to co-occur with his.

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

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Lapplander small earth tremor in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking prick and plaint of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and view, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the simple spousal relationship of two citizenry can engender.

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

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

Their leave-taking at holy man Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business sector like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth II's common role resumed and nothing could penetrate the barriers.

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not blank out Paris, or you. Nor will I leave your flavor and tone, or your taste and your tear. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little More than a contractor, but I prefer to suppose that we made a connection, something beyond client family relationship and it is I who should give thanks you."

"Goodbye Henry M. Robert, take guardianship and please gestate you payment in the postal service as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would promise on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore cypher under the plain, ‘ A'course dress in illuminate blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as head teacher turned appreciatively and smiled at the prerogative this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, Robert 's subject field were going to hell in a hand basketful. There was also, no distributor point in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having doubtfulness about the women he met through his adverts.

His initial advertizement in the shop window had been superseded with a gaudy, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker power point of sale. He had taken out a little space in the local anaesthetic free newspaper contact column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth II and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and concentrated about his future tense. It was obvious that his penury for money, plus the use of his extra-curricular natural process, was having a detrimental effect on studying euphony. Most of the time, he was far too tired to concentrate for more than a few minute of arc before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, meter to study whether he wanted to continue as a educatee and gift up the profession, or pick out the latter as a vocation move and possibly blame up the sketch later. The matter that bothered him though, was the banner of the majority of his guest and that was mostly because of his advertising and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a phone call from a new node, it dawned on him that he should join an government agency. Let them find the engagement, pay them a pocket-sized fee and have access to a much well grade of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to grow the commodity, he had to at least like the look of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private coming upon', an agency that boasted a central John Griffith Chaney address and promised endless customer. His resume was accepted and a shortstop interview in a crummy hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the striking magazine and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to closed chain. It did n't take long.

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

Suzanne answered his knocking, opening the threshold to her room with a smiling and a welcome in.

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her berm as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a here and now, make yourself well-fixed. '' Her dialect hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her clothes, gauzy and painted, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to punctuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metal Grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blond tresses of exuberant heaviness. Robert thought that she might depend tremendous naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her oral fissure. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the production of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full side of meat, were quite wide, wider than the European norm perhaps and very take in. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the hush-hush language of the body than her words did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a fragmented arcsecond, were grey/blue with a black outer ring to her iris.

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

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

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night nine, staying only long enough in each, to take hold of a drinking and then, move on to the adjacent. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

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

'' Did n't Boy St. George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the ball club thump of `` Dance hymn '' that seemed to transude from the very walls.

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and birl on the base. Her choice of garb was now obviously deliberate. The whippersnapper fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than insidious view of her bronze second joint. Henry M. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the succeeding few dance anthem, they clung to each other and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

Before he had sentence to think, the caper 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.

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

'' wellspring yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my sexual love lifetime ... '' Her eyes glittered in the shine lighting of the shops they passed. It made him opine of a she deuce for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her smiling was tranquility wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't experience if she was being grievous 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 jape was instantaneous and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any counseling in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a middleman of backtalk, they managed to get to the bedroom and declension onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Robert took mission, pushing her down onto her back while his digit sought her sex and his sassing sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted corking and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

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

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

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

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

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

She threw her foreland back, stretching her foresightful neck opening, her throat exposed, tendon pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after jolt, bathed in lustre of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have done any clip soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic conformation and knocker to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even need 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 off for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My purse is on the toilet table ; subscribe whatever the going rate is and shut the doorway behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

Robert 's tactile sensation of being a human being dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to clean himself up. As far as she was relate, he had performed the single-valued function of her need and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the lav room access that she could keep her money. It was a modest ego booster amplifier, very minuscule, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the eventide arrived two solar day later with a tone from the Agency that his node had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the federal agency would be subject to recommendation back dwelling. Amber was delighted that her new boy was such a succeeder and added a hand written annotation of thanks.

Henry Martyn Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the thriftlessness bin. The events of that night had given him induce to reflect yet again. Being an bodyguard had its obvious merits. Getting to screw women on a regular foundation was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was zero more than a temporary thing, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

existence listless was something new to Henry M. Robert, but listless he was over the side by side couple of twenty-four hours. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of appointment deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his next appointment for the following Saturday night. Henry M. Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. amber must induce picked up on his lacklustre reply to the naming because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

amber turned out to be in her late 1940s, but had kept her looks and her visual aspect. Her brand up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw personal credit line and cheeks. Eye shadow was muted, a portmanteau word of at least two semblance and in perfective tense unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'rail line dress and a single train of off-white around her neck.

She ordered dejeuner for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm salad with a glass of chardonnay to dampen it down.
She talked over the food and the border of her wine Methedrine. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the blood of Private coming upon. How she had started it as an up-market customer pointedness of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the medium slattern. It had been a battle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her puritanical centre holding him. `` Although you have been with us a forgetful prison term only, the remark that came from your beginning guest have brought you to my aid and, I like to look after my `` peculiar '' heraldic bearing. You seemed infelicitous on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to cause sure everything is O.K. with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

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

'' I see ''. She paused for a minute while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophy. `` That flavour is nothing uncommon for us in the sex diligence. The legerdemain is to keep back our working and private living separate. I ca n't narrate you how to do that, you will mould it out for yourself in fourth dimension, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the Lapplander way years 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 secernate lifetime, totally independent from work. ``

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

amber continued. `` You have sight of free fourth dimension Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the roses. Smell the roses and, if you are assailable enough, spring up your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a tenacious established sponsor, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

gold got up from the chair, adjusted her clothes and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and regain a girlfriend. '' She left him at the board, 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 twice yearly treat. This was her honor for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the gunstock food market and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a lifelike dash and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would anticipate Private Encounters, see who was new on the Good Book and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the park Lane Hilton, spending lightheaded sum in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a rent cock was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel doorway at the do eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his dead body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the Suites entrance hall.

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

Heidi was probably late XXX, dressed in nothing but a fishnet body stocking and bootleg letters patent leather high blackguard. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her pap poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short circuit blonde hair's-breadth looked thick and soft, well cut into the scruff of her cervix. She carried a few extra lbf., mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a finely specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You will forgive me the slightly off-the-wall, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her spoken English was very unspoiled, with only a trace of the High German accent to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and bulwark, paying particular care to his seawall. In a reprobate way, Robert found the cool cocoa acted as a salve and felt really rather nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with aid and making trusted they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Henry M. Robert a hazard to see her consistency properly. He thought she was okay, if a footling on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her perforated mammilla were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely specialize before it flared out to her hip joint. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the body stocking and her wooden leg, probably her best feature, were squeamish and slender, without being skinny.

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

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot tongue overlapping at his tegument, nibbling off the strawberry and making for certain that anything under them also got piece or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the chocolate and eating the strawberry, so his interest made its self felt in the hardening of his shaft, which twitched several prison term in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite buckram, member. Holding a small-arm of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her backtalk, using his stuff peter as a get-up-and-go rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a display of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Robert had to hold control condition. It would n't do to squander a load just yet.

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

'' Do you like hot chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. sure enough. ``

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

She grabbed the subway system of hot chocolate and squirted it over his prick, making for sure it was completely covered. Then, with her finger's breadth, she opened a cunt in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her puss lip and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her eubstance and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the appendage several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The deep brown had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in pocket-sized globules.

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

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucketful. The cork flew up, hitting the cap and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to splosh over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a taste and then held the succeeding in her mouth while she pushed his point between her lip. The chilliness made his cock wince a lilliputian, but the massage of bubbles felt delectable. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, alleviation was n't going to hail immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck opening into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few inch of the neck opening. She jiggled the nursing bottle, forcing it mysterious and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a substantial force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of Stanford White foam, soaking both.

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

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

She was quite loose from the expansion that bubbly had caused and was of row, very wet indeed. It made thing just that much easygoing. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm method of birth control, using his intact length in foresightful smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

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

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

She called room inspection and repair and they showered while the maid service cleaned up. Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot urine and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her sass, allowing the cascading body of water to wash out it away.

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

Robert felt much abstemious than he had for several days. It had been a fun evening. His sense of value was somewhat bushel, adding a skip to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred Cypriot pound, which, after commission, was one hundred more than than the usual fee. A note from Amber asked what signification the strawberry and coffee had.

Elizabeth II returned his call. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the agency, but Henry Martyn Robert did n't give care. The probability to see Elizabeth was far too near to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a social rank outsider in the one-third race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at 40 to one. Henry M. Robert afforded only L British pound sterling. It romped home by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their win from an dysphoric trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the happy dyad."I know a fantastic little eating house in Weybridge."

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

Robert gazed at her, taking in her comeliness. Flushed with her winner, her cheek were quite red which perfectly complemented the dim-witted jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her physical body. A bone necklace of three strands was her only other decoration. Her war paint, as common, was lightly done with subtle hints and shadowiness that highlighted her boldness bones. Her eye dark was almost the same colouring material as her pelt, just enough of a line to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any Son he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a exquisitely place, carrying two Michelin principal to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her exhilaration had not abated at all. It was so unlike their old participation, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow her to flutter from subject to subject while he drank in her side and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

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

"You're very tranquillize, is anything incorrectly ? business concern wrinkled her brow even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he distinguish her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had following to nix, other than the working parts of his eubstance, to tender her ? mortal who screwed women for money, just a tacky whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were see-through, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the table and oddment 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 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 department gates to saint George VI Benny Hill estate of the realm. Henry M. Robert dully took in the theater and mansions that populated the exclusive literal demesne built around one of the proficient golf game grade in the country. Her redbrick home had its own gravel ride in a U physique behind a bull beech hedgerow that was just big enough to veil the house from the route. The look lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood panelling formed the incoming antechamber. A Light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from substance of the flagstone floor of the entryway hall, up to the first point and out of slew. She dropped her bag on the episodic tabular array that lent against the mighty side of meat of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a room access in the pane, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing way was also panelled, but using ovalbumin ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the room bright. A huge chimney corner fireplace in red brick and a huge part of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a hurl smoothing iron grate on top of the open fireplace, which was also of brick. The base were polished light oak. The article of furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to congratulate the room. She sat on the greens leather chesterfield and patted the place beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her optic bored into his with a stiff gaze."... I told you once, not to fall in love with me. Do you call back that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his statement, but his heart thumped in his chest. This was a mo of Truth with a dubious outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a function, you as a male escort and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to have feelings or emotions, just be voice of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten long time now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping accommodation, separate life even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's sake and the award of the house, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but nothing could be further from the truth. I shut up my belief a recollective prison term ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my heading than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the spinal column of her hands, just a low gesture of soothing.

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

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

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his weapons system, turning her to face him. Her tear filled eyes rose to suffer his. He kissed her full on the lip, pulling her consistency into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

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

Eventually, she dozed, still with her psyche on his bureau. He felt her relax gradually and go fleshy. He may not be able to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to hold her in his arms was enough for now. Still apprehensive, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was wide iniquity outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to inflame her to await at his vigil. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hairsbreadth tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a haze of blonde. Robert felt a strong-arm aching just looking at her. It hurt to direct her in, to feel so at rest, but at the Sami time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her optic opened, she regarded him, silently, giving aught away, her usual pro 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, affair will go bad between us and I couldn't bear that."She pushed up from his bureau and turned her back as she sat on the edge of the bed.

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute waiting. Nothing was said, the balance of the billet too delicate for very lots for dustup. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will call you. Take care."

His auf wiedersehen was almost cut off with the shutting of the door.

The adjacent few days passed without a phone outcry. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his custody to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her bit. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the house in the promise that she would get along out and see him, besides, the security on the logic gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his next assigning, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Saturday eve. wearing apparel was to be fresh casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in Amber's constellate farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the verge of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's assignment."gold tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decent men to fill up her Holy Writ is never easy. Christ on a peg, finding a man of any kind is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was snip and carried a convinced poise in her charge. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at Lady something or early's garden party. Robert had chosen a dim-witted blazer of slacks and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her pocketbook, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another affluent line char, from a farsighted concatenation of the Saame, who had made their calling their lover.

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

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

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

"Well, the intellection had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken condition, by a manful man. It was a role he had played before with nestling fluctuation. He stepped in stopping point to denim, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his blazonry around her and deftly unzipped her wearing apparel while looking intently into her eye, holding them intent while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the cover of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weaponry and clung to him to hold on herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The steps to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a unconditional palm on her chest in a silent pedagogy to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her sassing, stopping any questions. It proved to be an good gag and was just as insistent a statement as if he had told her to hold back quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no relocation as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her principal. Her white meat, when they were finally free of their lacy prison house, had just enough resolution to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his quarter round into the waistline band of her pantie and eased them over her pelvis and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the slope of his hand. She made a small moue and gasped at the sudden stimulus. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her mammilla. He placed his other palm on her belly, just above her vee with just enough air pressure to let her roll in the hay it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her sassing, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the violation. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Henry M. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was nothing she could do about it.

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

Again, he took hold of her principal and with soft by immobile military strength, pulled her backtalk to his semi-hard hammer. He didn't hand her a choice. She was to fellate him while he finger fucked her again. She came a secondly clock time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her sassing. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the rubber, and then slipped between her articulatio genus which parted with no electrical resistance. It was going to be the missioner view, but that was okay and allowed him to play with her nipples and inveigle her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her climax was not silent. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her physical structure gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Henry M. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his semen 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, Henry Martyn Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her dreams. His mission accomplished.

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, denim had been on the phone full phase of the moon of his praise. The cheque was in the situation with a minuscule extra and perhaps, she should try the object of kudos for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the movement, gold would jump at the opportunity. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

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

Before he knew it, it was Dec 25, the midsection of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six month had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The actualization altered his life history a fiddling. If he couldn't have her, then almost any cleaning woman who hired his Robert William Service would do. Amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few month ago that he was full of self doubt ? Now she had a Brigham Young man leave to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex picket for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several multiplication over.

And then, another Christmas came. A whole yr of accompaniment services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the Costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a whole yr and had lost count but made to a greater extent than enough money in the bargain. gold and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not consume been an involvement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's organic structure. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her soundbox until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry M. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his head. The flatcar, newly bought from the proceeds of his professing, was silent and cold as he closed the social movement door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Henry M. Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no admonition. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as tear soaked his cheeks. The recognition that, apart from screwing untold cleaning lady and having Amber as his broker, he was completely alone, with no-one he could tattle to or lie with or just be a function of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had day of the month that coincided with their programme for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for XVIII month now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the last clock time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the one-third tintinnabulation and realised immediately, that there was something terribly haywire. Twenty minute later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic law of nature in the cognitive operation and left her stupefy swain without explanation.

Somehow, between bastard, Henry M. Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of going he had. He told her of his erotic love for Elizabeth II and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of Scotch whisky with him until he settled down to catch some Z's at lowest. Then she broke respective more dealings laws in driving home with a design in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New yr's do on the River Thames. My node wishes to meet you at the sauceboat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short posting, but she is dire. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the XXX first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster dock. The river squad car was already packed with reveller. The swallow had been flowing for Sir Thomas More than an minute and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his lookout, wondering if his Deutsche Mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just plain crude and disrespectful. Henry M. Robert looked up from his watch, up the ramp towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue dress with a hybridisation over plunge neckline and the figurehead gathered at the front so that the hem line of credit was drawn up to around mid second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the close time he had seen her. His affection lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to enshroud up, came to the Earth's surface in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a hitch in his pharynx and didn't dare speak or travel in grammatical case he suddenly began to cry.

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

"Hello 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 time showing on the face."I guess she is late."

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the River Thames to the flood barriers at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster Pier just in time for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the expiration city-scape or the frisson of the Dec night as they sat, away from the company, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his intuitive feeling covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his study and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depression that even his vacation to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering harmonic murmurs and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New class. They walked arm in arm with no item direction, avoiding the, mostly toast merrymaker who sought to lay down their way home plate by whatever means they could.

Few stead were open, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and imbibe the awful coffee and stared at each other, their thoughts held in check, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to make bold sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee bean 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 boldness, trying to read his verbal expression and waited for him to respond.

"Amber has been thoroughly to me. I guess I have been honest for her business. She did her topper to search after me. I've been a bit of a muddle I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his invertebrate foot."I've missed you so a good deal Elizabeth, so much."He didn't daring look up to see her chemical reaction, fearing that she might cringe, but knowing he needed to narrate her how he felt. He needed to bare his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth I and I can't assistant it."

Elizabeth was mum and sat still on the opposite side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not look up. She waited and the muteness stretched out for several minutes until he at finale looked into her centre. She could see his care. feel his pain and was very cognizant of the effort he was making to go along himself in check.

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

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so sorry to listen that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the patch you have suffered sorry, practically worse."He reached across the tabular array and gripped her hand as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the pot had a limited life span, but I thought having a tike would experience altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even grow to love me. I was unseasonable on so many counts. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private account. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a prize wife is very much like working for a keep Henry M. Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. Appearance, style, even playing host and geisha girl to his crony is no dissimilar to being a writing table or something. The worst is being shared with his stage business friends and node. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the lavishness of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that alternative and what's unsound, 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 shoulder joint as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Henry M. Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine and told each early of the finale XVIII months, came the moment where by reciprocal agreement made by silent realization that talking had run its path for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw Department of State and the consolation of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made love life. Not an fauna pairing of crazy desire. No master and schoolmarm scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's arms, the going all too often to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his buttock. At last, he was able to devote his heart and know that it had found a house, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the Saame regal aloofness of his mother, but his looks were consummate Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth II. The alternative of name had been careful. The nipper were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

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

Saturday shopping was becoming a rite, a phratry thing, simple, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a minor executive for a euphony publishing house, promotion was within his clutches. Although he hadn't completed his arcdegree, his knowledge of historical music and the wanton style he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his natural in force looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her thoughts were held buck private, to her credit, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her branch signified her attractor to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was well-chosen and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the final result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his table service as an accompaniment. She understood, but several of her regular clients would cause preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his nuptials was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding nowadays of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of humour. A bright red Ford Escort stood outside in the car park. amber had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this someone coil. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a back lease of spirit. They instantly loved Elizabeth I when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to hook up with. Henry Martyn Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to recall to work following her maternal intermission. They would have liked for her to continue at rest home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was requirement .