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Chapter 1.

At stopping point, she allowed him to cum, letting his come spurt into her mouth in almost irritating spasms of interjection. Her tight handle at the stem of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at clap velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside pavage, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her lips, locked around his purple head, creating a stamp, trapping his viscid fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tension subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted lips, to run down his ray of light and coalesce at the alkali of his trim cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milklike albumen kernel, pool in the little hollow where stem met soundbox, while she held his, still fixed prick, in her mouth, savouring the after gustatory perception of his spend. Then, in recherche and deliberate slowness, she lowered her head teacher, taking his entire length into her pharynx until her lips met the opposition of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pas between her lips and his cock once again, to take back to the warmth of her oral fissure. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her oral fissure, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his shaft to emerge from her throat and between her backtalk until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, bare tit that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grin played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shoal water system came to her navel, distorting the persuasion of her modest half.

It had been sheer anguish for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly crystalize, was an expert on prolonging the minute of expiration and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the glass cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. Mike closed his eyes for a here and now's respite.

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

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

His advertisement in the newspaper publisher shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his one-fifth customer in the two and a half hebdomad since the advert went up, announcing his divine service as a compliant escort. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the poor end of the securities industry, meaning that he might have a better, more think of evening.

Chrissie had been the commencement client hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a job, but that wasn't his solitary motive. It would be rattling to find oneself a fertile woman to patronize him through the rest of his studies.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after outcome of a pleasant good afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a sure spirit of dangerous undertaking. A rich fair sex seemed to have far More experience and a desire to have her wants advert to, than say, a charwoman who had to ferment for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to work and research or, a corking boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to fit out, she preferred a silky theater coat which flapped open at the figurehead showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened stomach. Her riches bought a body more in keeping with person one-half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to return to the living way where the afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the domed lobby at the base of the stairs.

mike leant forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the main entrance door.

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

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

He stepped through into the imperturbableness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an Aug day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business sector card, drove nursing home to a nerveless exhibitioner and a study session.

Before he hit the euphony books, he briefly checked his response headphone, noticing the red luminosity blinking. Two messages, the low gear from his mother telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's natal day bash ’. It was hard to call back of him as seventy. The other subject matter was a little more qabalistic, but then turned out to be one of the respective cross chest of drawers that had latched onto his advertizement, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Henry M. Robert deleted both and readjust the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no mind about his cash raising dodging. He had been measured to mention where she would be so that they wouldn't skirmish, not that it would be too much of a trouble, it was a escaped arrangement they shared, but it might prove tricky to excuse if she saw him with different women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slim effect on his advancement through studying classical euphony. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the vital point of the lecture. force Point notes just didn't convey the very significance of what the reader was trying to get across.

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

"how-do-you-do ?"

"Hello, is that microphone ?"The female voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a foresightful tunnel, obviously a mobile.

Hearing his working name, Henry M. Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he keep open just for these calls.

"Yes, mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a tawdry noise. The line went quiet for a second, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the side by side morning. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Antonio Lucio Vivaldi wasn't his best-loved composer, finding his music a bit too phrenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


crack looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by brown ringlet that sat atop a thin framed, specialize shouldered little 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 hopeful looking at in her eyes.

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

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

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

"Two sugars right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his diminished put-on and was proud of to see she had understood the character reference to shamus Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to study her in the thoughtfulness of the mirror behind the bar. Sally niggle with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her hullabaloo in jerky, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early LX fashion with large flower in red and pink printed on the voluminous cloth. 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 watch adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the eternal rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. slim wrists led to slender branch eventually lost in the throw sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her au naturel, the image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the lucre was on a standstill at the end of the buffet. Robert loaded the saucers with the varicolored subway system of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first sentence and, well…"She ran out of Holy Scripture, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the bloom in her brass and her hands wringing just below the board top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to make just how a good deal this coming together was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the metre of their introductions to fellow territory, she might make relaxed a niggling.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday eve, Henry Martyn Robert locked his front threshold and pocketed the keystone in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine drove to her address in Chelsea, a specify mew gull off of Flood Street.

sallying forth looked as if she should have fender sprouting from her vertebral column. Clothed as she was in a Lucille Ball gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy textile, her elflike looks were highlighted, giving the result of a wingless queer. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or lupus erythematosus. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some variety of hide social structure before falling, unhampered to her berm. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

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

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

The nutrient was very good, several courses ranging from game, fish, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by costless wine, all served by hovering, liveried server, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the society after scoring a Brobdingnagian mint in Australia and capital of Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a glass and marble trophy and a smile that threatened to split her face. The honour was a complete surprise to her, adding to the rush of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Henry Martyn Robert and suggested that they make their passing. She had downed respective champagne flute of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

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

The journeying to her Chelsea mews was in stark secrecy, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Greater London streets.

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

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

The combination of Champagne and fresh air hit sortie quite suddenly. A mitt 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 hankie and wiped her backtalk while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose mew gull entry belied the infinite behind the shabu doorway, then, eventually to her door. Henry M. Robert unlocked the doorway, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the stool as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance foyer as another bust threatened to disable her. He found the animation room and waited, listening to her retching, design on just making sure enough she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped coffee table that took centre plaza of her sparsely furnished apartment. What article of furniture there was, rundle of quality, but was understated in Stanford White or a slight variation.

Sally came into the support room some ten mo later, very much intimately and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of drunkenness had gone.

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

"No ! Please sit, have a drink."There was a tip of despair in her vocalism accentuated with staccato movements.

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

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

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

five-spot minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the toilet or left the edifice like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his spike as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lower register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate door behind him, she came back into the room, a minor susurrus of phone the only clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky white cutis was an opposite demarcation to the black of a cheap harness, the type Anne summer catalogues sell. Fake leather straps surrounded her humble white meat before connection and disappearing around her back only to regress practically lower and join just above her pubic off-white and then to break again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded collar completed the totality of her attire. That at least, looked like literal leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

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

She stood, her left stifle cocked in straw man of her correct leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her sleeve hung to her sides and slightly around her rear so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a duet of manacle. Unbidden, a mental picture of downy garden pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

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

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of events and wasn't sure enough quite what to do with her for a second. Certainly, her early deportment hadn't given any cue to this brazen side of meat of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather horseshoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of cold from the tiles and the force out of her landing place on them had made her nipple stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first sentence, did he wonder why women with petite breast had turgid nipples, bombastic than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knee and then stood only to rush out of the way the moment she had her pes under her and then return a few minute later with a thin riding harvest in her oral fissure. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her genu this time and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right hand hand. It was no act thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather iteration at the end of the braid handle.

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

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

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

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her disclose nates. She yelped dutifully and a small red Deutsche Mark showed the level of physical contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other brass. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"superior must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me hard, my sins are so great."

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

"Harder."

His following coke was More than he would deliver chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Sami bit, brought call from her pleading for more and yes, heavily yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting cleaning woman, even in sexual play was not his theme of a fun time, but being the pro he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

"outdoor stage up, slut."He commanded. She folded her articulatio genus and managed to stand without the benefit of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the storey. Her olfactory organ was approximately take down with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the prison term watching her oculus that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the fluttering of his fly to one side and with a short elbow grease, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the lighting of the room.

The harvest left a red weal across her breast. One more slash, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her leftfield white meat was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth receptive, gasping and a light perspiration on her supercilium. He dropped the harvest onto the settee.

"Now my little slave, use your mouth and make surely you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hair at the backrest of her head, winding it around his fingerbreadth. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as very much of his length as he dared, little inscrutable then, pulled her head back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly sassing fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably get allowed him to spew his come in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her sass and slapped her nerve with it.

"Energy my lilliputian slave wishing to be used ?"He waited a trice for an answer then, asked,"Is my little adulteress ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"rise slave."

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

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

"Spread your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another monitor with the crop. Her legs aviate apart, exposing her pussycat back talk that pouted and were trapped between the strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force play, he swiped her imprisoned backtalk with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

Robert dropped his dress to the floor and knelt between her parted legs.

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

He felt her snatch, running finger's breadth top over her labia and then between her lips. Her short box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any meter reading. He pushed a finger into her, making it sense as if it was done with force-out, but in truth, quite gently. He was aware that she was much littler than he and it would be all too easy to smart her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry M. Robert was soon pumping into her, his tool getting harder as it found new depths in which to pillage her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in movement of her until he managed to get in into her rima oris like a horse bit.

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

Suddenly, she came with a ululation, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of doggy, still forcing her header back with the crop in her tooth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her cries reflected his thrusts.

He let go of the crop and grabbed her breasts as if for leveraging 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 let her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the storey. Henry M. Robert stood in presence of her and rubbed his rooster, aiming it at her face.

"Take off the galosh slave."She could only use her dentition ; her mitt were still clasped in the hand cuffs.

A few more ticker on his au naturel prick had his seed hit her cheeks and spray over her forehead and optic. Her lip parted to allow a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the predict coffee, Robert left her dwelling. The sun was just creeping up over the celestial horizon of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the extra two hundred Irish punt she had given him. He was also thrilled with her remark about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all political party and might well be repeated at some meter in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singalong voice pleaded but, without the article of faith you might expect from soul, truly do-or-die. Robert had seen the Saame guy in his regular spot in Charing cross resistance for as long as he had been commuting to Greater London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His wearing apparel were of a good criterion, fuzz combed and inadequate 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 phrase"Spare variety please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Henry M. Robert was trying to recoup from the heavy weekend. His Nox with the Accountant had taken a immense chunk out of his zip modesty. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday dealings and then, after a late finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his eubstance like a dire animate being, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the typesetter's case, they argued on the way back. Henry M. Robert couldn't understand why, after a academic session where Lucy climaxed, she would set in motion into him as if guilt feelings drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self tanning, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the services of a psychiatrist. This was possibly one of the main understanding that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each other.

Henry M. Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his boldness as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no cheerio or backwards glance as if she was shutting out the last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

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

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled orchis and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the windowpane sill in the cheerfulness. Robert caught up with some of his perusing and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His even was rescued by the shake of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my public figure's Rachel, I need an accompaniment for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advert in the topical anaesthetic newspaper. Is that your real moving picture ?"

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

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

Henry M. Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six hr least sandpiper. The party was in Essex, they agreed to subscribe a cab from her address. garb was to be bright casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her flat in an East London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan sports jacket that hadn't seen the spark of day for quite some time. Brown pack of cards 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 pressure on the Alexander Melville Bell push, was nothing like her vox might have suggested. On the telephone set, her voice, in its lightness, suggested mortal on the lilliputian face. Rachel was anything but bantam. Although not corpulent, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her blue jean and a multicoloured blouse at around five infantry nine with panoptic shoulders and a leaden set consistence supported on thick pegleg that filled the denim.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her talky personality very well. She had made her facial expression using just hints of semblance over her heart and a illuminate blush to her brass. Robert liked the way her short-change chocolate-brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a grinder, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the device driver her invitation card with the address on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint St. Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the device driver and secured his divine service for the retort journey later in the evening.

Her slate were checked at the door by two very gravid men in black case and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the brawniness bound Guy. Robert thought the suit of clothes might have had to be sprayed on.

The succeeding three hr passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty a good deal dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd saltation storey. He caught the casual glimpse of her dancing with former women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a rugby airplane propeller forward, but moved with a thanksgiving that belied his bulk.

The Scotch had been watered down or was such a garish variety that all the taste and subject matter had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a brace of people who wanted his distance at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nix interesting and really, only fragmentary, voice struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than than fix to go rest home. She had a girl by the wrist joint and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the pathetic thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a footling late for the rejoinder journeying. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a video display of feminine lust and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the rearward seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the ace pull down seat so he was facing the two young lady and would have his spinal column to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the device driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knee and proceeded to French people kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glance of white panties as her annulus opened. He watched the two little girl as their tongue performed exploration and breathing became quite short. He felt quite save and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passionateness increased.

quip's digit manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her handwriting slipped between the flaps to compass a knocker. Rachel's handwriting were equally busy, travelling the distance of Sally's torso and pull at her habiliment as if it might follow undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally's monotone, the girls had become completely lost in each early. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others consistence parts, the display they had put on, for their own welfare, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab number one wood to consider the back view mirror.

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert would experience let it go at that stage, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the interference of the two char, taking advantage of the room access left open.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh please stop, sortie really wants to be intimate you, she said so and… well a threesome sounds quite courteous doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot prick while me girlfriend chow me."sally let him go only to grok his tooshie with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a good feel."

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

"Fucking perdition Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her centre, now only a few inches away from his pecker, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more view, she opened her sass and sucked his principal in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the pettifoggery was about. to the highest degree of his hammer was in Rachel's backtalk, but enough to give her an musical theme that he wasn't small in the penile department, was showing.

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

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

He had to anticipate a freeze after a few mo, not wanting to drop off all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The young woman picked up their drinks and walked into the living room. In curtly lodge, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational face of drugs.

He sipped a nose candy with ice in it while he watched the fille go at it. They kissed and explored, spit darting as nimble finger's breadth manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one fingerbreadth was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slew all four finger's breadth into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole script, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious exaltation, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of amber fluid.

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

The evening finished with the two in a sixty nine berth while Henry Martyn Robert fucked Sally's seat, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of crack as it oozed from her pass. His role complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab menage exhausted and a hundred hammer better off than he had expected to be.

Robert's succeeding assigning found him in the clench of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint trivial tea shop in the lanes. There was cipher he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a cleaning lady, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't aid. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her intuitive feeling, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His misapprehension though, was lying when he said he wasn't look too well. She came back for another crack at him a few Clarence Day later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

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

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took slight interest in her affairs. Elizabeth II was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, someone to record off to his rival and colleagues alike. In her recently 20, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex mannequin, well educated and articulate. Her dress sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a modest waver when they met to talk about terms.

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

He was to run across her at Saint Pancras station, bring enough apparel for an lead weekend and take in sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth II was quite exact about the organisation and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star gear would go far in the post the day before. If it did indeed get in, it was his signaling that the date was on, if it didn't, she would elevate him something on account as a retainer in typeface his services were needed at some future date.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Henry M. Robert waiting at the top of the step that led down to the Euro-Star program. The display board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and French capital. He had his ticket, standard class return to French capital tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen quag, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured jacket crown with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube place staircase. She was head and shoulders above most of her bloke travellers, her height turning several oral sex and then her looking causing a indorse coup d'oeil of appreciation. She wore a bare ‘ A'line, light blue dress that came to just above her articulatio genus. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and short drop curtain earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

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

Henry M. Robert felt a small earth tremor of thrill and opened his lip to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"hullo Henry M. Robert, we will deal out with the pseudonym, you look like a Henry M. Robert, null like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was automatic pistol, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first class. fall apart coach then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the decided feeling that he was no Thomas More than the hired help. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hour it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the hired help, little more than the status of a pet, he should possess expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

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

His room, even though it wasn't premiere layer, still had an opulence that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth 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 sentence he had freshened up from the trip-up and explored the plush way he found himself in, Elizabeth II had called his bedside telephone and asked him to meet her in the lounge in ten minutes.

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

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

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

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

dinner party that Nox with Elizabeth I was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal server. Henry Martyn Robert could not ingest put a name to the peach he ate or the vino that accompanied the line. He related the events of his pass about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion appearance Prime Minister. Her private showing had left her somewhat lupus erythematosus than inspired.

And then, it was meter to go to bed. As bare as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more substance than the stage business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her garb and stepped out of the material. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearl and matching earrings.

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

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

Her knocker were in symmetry with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly tip-tilted. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle dude that culminated in perfectly aligned tit with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not take in been flatter, not even a little jut to label her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a upright line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a gross ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteal muscle muscles with unflawed skin as a concealment. As she stepped away from him towards the bedchamber, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight peel. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of habiliment between them. The silk mainsheet had been kicked off into a dented heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an wakening of his sensory faculty. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of natural and think up essences. Her whisker, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rill either side of her fountainhead. Her oculus, suddenly so down and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her caput in his articulatio cubiti that supported his exercising weight. She lay on her back, studying his face 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 take the booster cable in this phase of their involvement. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth I, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the countersign escaping his sass, his mouthpiece forming the row a millisecond after he thought them.

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

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

Her tongue found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in reappearance. His hand continued to misrepresent her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to endure. Gently, with just finger backsheesh, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, modest in takes of breath as her nervus closing enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and instant had risen, breathing became synchronised as glossa roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a delicate pip under rule atmospheric condition, but an erogenous geographical zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aflame tit. He sucked her rigourousness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her straightaway reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his brim and spit between her boob, tracing the osseous tissue structure, then, continued downward, passing the tail end of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his clout with little kisses, savouring her taste.

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

Her expectancy was at last honour. Robert gently pried her wooden leg apart so that he could sample her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the event 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 tension, promise and the expert touch of Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would accept tried for a reprise then, but Henry Martyn Robert had other ideas as the insistence from his natural language increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his natural action, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his positioning, lifting a stifle over her leg and then the other, so that he could deliver disembarrass access to her while she lay on her rachis. He sucked her hardening button into his mouth while his finger found her mamilla to card and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering coming that she stifled with the rachis of her handwriting between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was quick, Robert slid over her torso, supporting his free weight on his forearms placed either incline of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entrance and home.

His initial thrust was placate, an geographic expedition of her inner ego, an initiative of her dead body to his invasion. The second and subsequent poking were with a higher urgency and need to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to intercept well before he got to the point when he would not be able to check the pauperism to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his physical structure over hers. Before he had a chance to seize the packet, Elizabeth's rim closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot sassing. It was his number to moan at the joy 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 pack. He was about to put it on, but her handwriting stopped him, covering his fingerbreadth, preventing him from the delicate operation.

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

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

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for geographic expedition of script and finger, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His tool buried inside her, pulsed as his culmination approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her climax to cooccur with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a reciprocal sexual climax, producing fluids from them both that blend and coalesced in a bacchanal of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as centre beats fibrillated at the sheer X of a perfect union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremors in him. Sated and satiate, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to agree him and then, suddenly, she burst into tear that soon evolved into wracking mother fucker and lament of utter misery.

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

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Sat night was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much more than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the Saame tiptop of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

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

"Thank you Henry Martyn Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an lenient recollection of their first Night."But, you must forget me, leave this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the lyric."…I will not, can not bury French capital, or you. Nor will I block your tone and feel, or your taste and your tears. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little More than a contractor, but I prefer to conceive that we made a connection, something beyond node relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"arrivederci Robert, take care and please expect you payment in the post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would shout on his overhaul again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘ A'line clothes in light blueness. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the prerogative this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, Henry Martyn Robert 's sketch were going to hell in a hand basket. There was also, no peak in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having incertitude about the charwoman he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the store window had been superseded with a gaudy, more colourful card. It brought a few question, but was proving to be the weaker point in time of sale. He had taken out a small space in the local free newspaper publisher contact column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the fair sex who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and laborious about his future. It was obvious that his demand for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying medicine. Most of the clock time, he was far too bore to concentrate for more than a few minute of arc before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to moot whether he wanted to extend as a bookman and give up the professing, or take the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the field of study later. The thing that bothered him though, was the criterion of the legal age of his clients and that was mostly because of his advertizing and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new customer, it dawned on him that he should join an means. Let them find the booking, pay them a small fee and give access code to a much full class of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to bring forth the trade good, he had to at to the lowest degree like the look of the char. Having them vetted by an representation, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private coming upon', an agency that boasted a central London computer address and promised eternal customer. His resume was accepted and a shortsighted interview in a crummy hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the liaison magazines and web site they had. Henry Martyn Robert removed his own ad and waited for the phone to pack. It did n't ask long.

Amber, his inter-group communication with the authority, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a engagement for the Night to go nightclubbing. He was to run into her at her hotel at eleven that dark. Was to be wearing a case and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her berm as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a mo, arrive at yourself well-fixed. '' Her idiom hinted at California.

Her perfume left a sullen trail behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and multicolor, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her name. She was as tall as he, in her metallic Zane Grey sandals. Her fuzz flowed to shoulder blade length in blond twist of luxuriant thickness. Henry Martyn Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rear eyeshot he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American English women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had consummate dentition. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully T. H. White and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full English, were quite astray, wider than the European average perhaps and very ask for. Her back talk was expressive and spoke more in the occult speech of the eubstance than her words did. Her centre that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a part s, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The watercourse of words had stopped for a bit, only to extend with her sudden question.

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

'' My friends predict me motor sass, you know, revved up all the clip ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't much he did n't wish about her. He also liked that she let him off the bait so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the Nox clubs, staying only long enough in each, to catch a drunkenness and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her oculus, Suzanne seemed unable to conciliate at all.

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

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

He did n't try to scream back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come in up with two Coronas without glasses and a Italian sandwich of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing electric arc as she twisted and reel on the storey. Her choice of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the beholder a less than subtle view of her tanned thigh. Robert joined her on the terpsichore floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waistline in the other. Through the succeeding few saltation hymn, 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 smiling as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to think, the put-on was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't postulate a man in my dearest life ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the store they passed. It made him call up of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally earmark one into my bed ... '' Her grin was placidity wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

wearable was thrown in any direction in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel doorway. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact lens of back talk, they managed to get to the bedroom and fall onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

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

Suzanne was n't the eccentric to be submissive though. She had ideas of her own and soon had his hammer in her encompassing mouth while she massaged his globe. She sucked greedily, downing near of his length, covering him in her saliva.

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

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

Under no magic that he was, in his purpose, little more than than his customer 's temp toy, Robert was mostly all right with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasance and hers alone. It was the number one clock time that Henry M. Robert felt used and he was n't for certain he liked that so much.

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

She threw her mind back, stretching her retentive neck, her throat exposed, sinew 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 bear done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastical shape and tits to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and discharge. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his physical structure with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a initiatory for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My pocketbook is on the dresser ; fill whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No adieu or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

Robert 's opinion of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to set aside him to clean himself up. As far as she was occupy, he had performed the function of her motivation and had no more interestingness in him. He retrieved his wear, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a modest ego booster, very small, but made him palpate better about himself.

The check for the evening arrived two sidereal day later with a bill from the office that his guest had called to say that his service was way above arithmetic mean and that the authority would be topic to recommendation back home. Amber was enrapture that her new boy was such a succeeder and added a bridge player written Federal Reserve note of thanks.

Robert closed the banknote, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the permissive waste bin. The events of that dark had given him make to meditate yet again. Being an date had its obvious merits. Getting to fuck womanhood on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the fruition that he was nothing more than a temporary thing, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the following couple of solar day. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of assignment 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 have picked up on his lacklustre response to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her belated forties, but had kept her looks and her show. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the conformation of her jaw melodic phrase and buttock. Eye shadow was muted, a portmanteau word of at least two colours and in perfect unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a single strand of ivory around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a tender salad with a deoxyephedrine of chardonnay to wash away it down.
She talked over the food and the border of her wine-colored glass. Her middle rarely left his as she told him about the bloodline of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client point of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was substantially than the medium hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her aristocratical optic holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short clock time only, the comments that came from your first guest have brought you to my care and, I like to look after my `` peculiar '' charges. You seemed distressed on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to hold sure everything is alright with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the veracious words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Crux of it. In voicing his touch sensation, Henry Martyn Robert realised what his trouble was, he wanted something more than fooling contact. He wanted a cooperator, person to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the trouble and then espoused her doctrine. `` That feeling is zero uncommon for us in the sex industry. The put-on is to hold our working and private lives separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a hard worker to the motorcar, rather than the early way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's question and tapped the tabular array top to get his attention.

'' I felt the Sami 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 separate life, totally independent from piece of work. ``

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

amber continued. `` You have plenty of resign fourth dimension Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the roses. olfactory sensation the roses and, if you are open enough, spring up your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German language put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretense 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 award for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the line markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's humankind, but she had a natural flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a yr, she would hollo buck private encounter, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay on in the parkland Lane Hilton, spending wacky amounts in Oxford University Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired stopcock was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel threshold at the arranged eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his dress unceremoniously stripped from his organic structure. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the eye of the rooms entering hall.

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

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet body stocking and black patent leather senior high school bounder. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her pap poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blonde haircloth looked thick and soft, well cut into the nucha of her neck opening. She carried a few extra pounding, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a amercement specimen of womanhood Henry M. Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, make love session, he was improper. Alongside the bed, on a little air hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a subway system of umber, as sold by near 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 bizarre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her spoken English was very beneficial, 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 of drawers, abdomen and groyne, paying special care to his groin. In a wayward way, Robert found the cool chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite Nice. Heidi arranged respective strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with attention and making trusted they adhered by twisting them a fiddling. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handwork. It gave Robert a fortune to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a lilliputian on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierced bosom were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her hips. Her mons veneris was covered by the voider of the body stocking and her legs, probably her proficient feature, were Nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her spit went to put to work, licking up the deep brown, 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 sexiness as she could potential muster.

It was very gratifying, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberry mark and making sure that anything under them also got nibble or licked. She bit his mammilla gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his body, licking off the chocolate and eating the strawberries, so his interest made its ego felt in the solidifying of his tool, which twitched respective times in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a piece of the fruit between her sass, she pushed it into her backtalk, using his engorged cock as a thrust rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her pharynx. She made a appearance of swallowing it while holding him in her oral fissure. Somehow, Robert had to hold open control. It would n't do to gas a load just yet.

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

'' Do you like burnt umber Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. for sure. ``

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

She grabbed the vacuum tube of umber and squirted it over his rooster, making sure enough it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a incision in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her kitty lips and again, used his peter as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her trunk and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not mental object with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the operation several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her kitty. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless backtalk and strawberry mush leaked out in small 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 spit out and sucked as hard as he could to attract the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to grind her hips rhythmically, smearing cocoa and fruit all over his face.

The pip caught between his teeth, but it did n't faze Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her female cream as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer drunken revelry and decadence of the act.

'' And now, for the Champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The bobfloat flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to squelch over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden iciness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouth while she pushed his head between her lips. The cold made his prick wince a piffling, but the massage of bubble felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some clock time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The wickedness gullible bottleful was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few inches of the neck. She jiggled the nursing bottle, forcing it abstruse and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquidness that was expelled, under a significant force, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his prick 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 course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much gentle. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in prospicient smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the trading floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was make to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistency and being pulled back into her with a vice like clench of her branch, base locked behind his back, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. drinking chocolate, strawberry pulp and champagne had seen to that.

She called room service and they showered while the maid service cleaned up. Henry M. Robert fingerbreadth fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the party favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to moisten it away.

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

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

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

The bank check arrived on the comply Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after commissioning, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A note from amber asked what significance the strawberry and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his birdcall. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the authority, but Robert did n't wish. The opportunity to see Elizabeth was far too goodness to go along 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 station foreigner in the third race. She had one hundred Egyptian pound put on it at forty to one. Robert afforded only 50 pounds. It romped base by six distance. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

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

She gave the counselling to her chauffer as they slipped into the spinal column of the coil Royce parked in the member's car park.

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her beauteousness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite ruby which perfectly complemented the simple jersey frock she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A pearl necklace of three strands was her merely other ornament. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with elusive pinch and shades that highlighted her face off-white. Her eye shadow was almost the Lapp colour as her peel, just enough of a demarcation to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and slip any news he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a amercement property, carrying two Michelin wiz to its name. Elizabeth I chattered on, her fervor had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous participation, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow her to fleet from guinea pig to subjugate while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, geographical mile away and well-chosen to heed to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to goose egg, former than the bring parts of his body, to offer her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a cheap whore really ?

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

"We need to let the cat out of the bag Robert, but not here."She waved the server over and settled the bill. With nothing more said, she rose from the tabular array, expecting Henry Martyn Robert to observe her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to angel Georges Hill demesne. Robert dully took in the house and mansion house that populated the exclusive real estate built around one of the comfortably golf game row in the country. Her red-brick home had its own gravel drive in a U embodiment behind a copper beech hedge that was just big enough to shroud the sign of the zodiac from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished woodwind panelling formed the entering Asaph Hall. A spark oak step spiralled up in a sweeping arch from essence of the flag base of the entrance hall, up to the offset level and out of mickle. She dropped her bag on the occasional board that lent against the right hand side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the room bright. A huge chimney corner fireplace in red brick and a huge firearm of oak as an over mantel dominated the room with a cast Fe grate on top of the fireplace, which was also of brick. The floors were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the William Green leather chesterfield and patted the infinite beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her oculus bored into his with a steady regard."... I told you once, not to fall in dear with me. Do you commemorate that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his pith thumped in his chest. This was a second of verity with a dubious effect and his uncertainness was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a Male escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to stimulate touch or emotions, just be region of the caparison and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that fourth dimension, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping room, separate life history even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorousness's sake and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but null could be further from the accuracy. I shut up my feelings a retentive time ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my mind than what to wear."

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

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my short calling, but then I met you. I can't draw a blank how you cried in my weapon system in Paris. You sobbed as if your nerve was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a perfect bird in my arms, frightened and lost and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her mitt from his and got up."We can not go on like this Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to call you again and I am sorry for that. I think it unspoilt that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fire spot."I'll call option you a cab to take you home."Her articulatio humeri hitched a little."I'm sorry Robert."

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

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

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

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his chest. He felt her unwind gradually and become with child. He may not be able to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his arms was enough for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was wax iniquity outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to look at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a haze of blonde. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to contain her in, to feel so at ease, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Henry Martyn Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute wait. zippo was said, the Balance of the situation too frail for very practically for Scripture. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will forebode you. take aim care."

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

The next few daytime passed without a sound telephone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call option. With time on his hands to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to win over himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her routine. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the home in the Bob Hope that she would arrive out and see him, besides, the protection on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

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

"So, you're the marvel boy in amber's he-man farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decently men to sate her record book is never loose. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any variety is concentrated enough."

jean, for her age, was trim and carried a convinced cool in her bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at dame something or former's garden party. Henry M. Robert had chosen a simple sport jacket of slacks and an unresolved make out shirt from his now, crinkle bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business concern fair sex, from a yearn strand of the same, who had made their vocation their lover.

The party passed Henry Martyn Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one trash of champagne and only nibbled at the raiment of treats being passed around by an army of waiter. And then, it was prison term to leave. He wasn't sure that he could hold out up to the charge amber had labelled him with and fretted a fiddling on the way back.

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

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

"Well, the view had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the office immediately. It was obviously her little mannerism and not an rare one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken status, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with small-scale magnetic declination. He stepped in stopping point to Jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to point. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her eyes, holding them imprisoned while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and step-in, he grasped the back 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 implements of war and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The steps to her chamber were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat palm on her chest in a silent instruction 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 storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a fingerbreadth to her lips, stopping any interrogation. It proved to be an efficacious gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep serenity. 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 promontory. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained raise and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his pollex into the waist stripe of her pantie and eased them over her hips and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the teat under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his relief. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her nipple. He placed his other palm on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressing to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate acquirement, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger's breadth tip. Her peg opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his tinge, an invitation to get her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his pillage and there was nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle joint in her mouthpiece to block from crying out. Henry Martyn Robert knelt up, taking his finger from her moist pussy and pushed them into her mouth so that she could taste herself. jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own succus as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took custody of her head and with aristocratical by firm long suit, pulled her backtalk to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was quick, Henry M. Robert reached over for the safety, and then slipped between her human knee which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was alright and allowed him to dally with her nipples and sweet-talk her to yet another orgasm.
This meter, her coming was not dumb. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her soundbox gave of its self, her own effect to mix with those of his. Henry Martyn Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some meter, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, denim had been on the earpiece fully of his kudos. The cheque was in the situation with a small redundant and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, Amber would spring at the prospect. He decided not to, thing were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a calendar month, Jean had engaged his services twice more without even the alibi of needing an escort to a part. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Henry M. Robert had to refuse a third base liaison and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to Jean, that it had run its row and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Noel, the middle of winter and Elizabeth II still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The realisation altered his life a piddling. If he couldn't have her, then almost any charwoman who hired his serving would do. Amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was to the full of self doubt ? Now she had a young man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the maven of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex picket for Yuletide. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Christmas Day came. A whole class of Escort avail had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty dollar bill one-eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole twelvemonth and had lost enumeration but made to a greater extent than adequate money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Yuletide Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not own been an appointment, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each early's bodies. It was a satisfying dark and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. Amber had wondered what her client were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could bring her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild rarity 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 great deal tenacious. His mother seemed as full-bodied as ever, but would probably crash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would need him as a crutch he knew.

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his mind. The matte, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was silent and cold as he closed the front end door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a paries, Henry M. Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as binge soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having gold as his agentive role, he was completely unique, with no-one he could blab out to or lie with or just be a constituent of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many time he had dates that coincided with their plans for political party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen calendar month now. She was in the mental process of planning her wedding the last metre he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a hereafter that involved anyone else. He had nothing to take care forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the tierce ringing and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty transactions later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic police force in the appendage and left her vex young man without explanation.

Somehow, between motherfucker, Robert poured out his marrow to gold, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the horse sense of loss he had. He told her of his honey for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of malt whisky with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more traffic law of nature in driving family with a programme in her head.

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

niner thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster Pier. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The boozing had been flowing for more than an hour and the beat of medicine bounced off the rippling river control surface and ring off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his scout, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hate, something he saw as just kick rude and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his spotter, up the ramp towards the paving and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her handbag, wearing a draped, electric blue clothes with a cross over dip neckline and the battlefront gathered at the front so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His philia lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a encumbrance in his throat and didn't dare speak or motivate in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth I walked down the ramp towards him, her face a study of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a steady gaze into his eyes as she approached him, her heels clicking on the condom surface.

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting X at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his watch, but didn't really register the sentence showing on the look."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 platform of the river cruiser.

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea span and then all the way down the Thames to the flood barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster wharf just in time for the countdown to two thou and eleven. Neither of them noticed the loss city-scape or the chill of the December Night as they sat, away from the company, at the stem of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the shoemaker's last 18 calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cabin cruiser made berth and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New twelvemonth. They walked arm in arm with no particular counsel, avoiding the, mostly drunk revellers who sought to do their way home by whatever substance they could.

Few post were open, but the McDonalds in The fibril were still serving. Henry Martyn Robert and Elizabeth I found a seat and drank the awful java and stared at each other, their thoughts held in check-out procedure, conversation had reason to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"gold has been good to me. I guess I have been dear for her business organization. She did her best to front after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so much Elizabeth I, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to publicize his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was mute 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 silence stretched out for several minutes until he at hold up looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. find his pain in the ass and was very aware of the exertion he was making to celebrate himself in check.

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

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

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

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my meter of sitting on the commode had a specify life distich, but I thought having a tiddler would cause altered thing. I thought, perhaps, that he might adjudicate down, might even produce to lie with me. I was haywire on so many counts. He forced me to take the miscarriage, threatening to cast off me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a secret account. It isn't much, but with the margin he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy married woman is very often like working for a living Henry Martyn Robert. You can't pillow slip up in anyway. appearance, manner, even playing host and geisha girl to his cronies is no different to being a repository or something. The worst is being shared with his line of work champion and guest. It was one of those who got me significant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that pick and what's speculative, he enjoyed watching me and god assistant me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her articulatio humeri as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine and told each other of the last eighteen month, came the moment where by common agreement made by silent recognition that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the comfort of strong-arm act would begin the healing process.

They made love life. Not an animal coupling of wild desire. No master and mistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the exemption 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 Henry M. Robert's arms, the release all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was able to hold his heart and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in straw man of him, the reins of his harness attached to the hold, his sis gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two shaver had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his female parent, but his feel were perfect Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth I. The alternative of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their life-time, cristal and Eveline was a complete pick.

Frozen pea and a packet boat of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merit of freeze out fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a mob thing, simpleton, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but cypher they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a minor executive director for a music publishing house, advancement was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical euphony and the easy manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his natural dependable looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a piffling during his interview. Her thoughts were held individual, to her credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her stage signified her attraction to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his services as an escort. She understood, but several of her regular node would suffer preferred he stayed. Their coalesce unselfishness at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding nowadays of a car had been more than generous, but the selection showed her horse sense of witticism. A shiny red Ford bodyguard stood outside in the car park. gold 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 curl. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a arcsecond lease of life sentence. They instantly loved Elizabeth II when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth I was shortly to return to work following her maternal break. They would have liked for her to stay at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was requisite .