Escort services.

Chapter 1.

At stopping point, she allowed him to cum, letting his seeded player spurt into her rima oris in almost painful spasms of interjection. Her tight grip at the base of operations of his dick released, allowing the pent up germ to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at flak velocity.

His articulatio coxae bucked involuntarily, raising his minute cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his trunk. Her mouth, locked around his royal head, creating a sealing wax, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tenseness subsided, she let his total dribbling from between her piebald lip, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the foot of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky white substance, puddle in the little hollow where theme met torso, while she held his, still set cock, in her sass, savouring the after taste perception of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate slowness, she lowered her head, taking his total length into her throat until her lips met the resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to whirl between her lips and his cock once again, to give back to the warmth of her rima oris. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her sass, she slowly lifted her psyche, 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 pharynx before sliding down into her gullet.

Chrissie stood, piddle cascading from her overweight, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her brim as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow H2O came to her navel, distorting the persuasion of her small half.

It had been trend torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the instant of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two minute. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the departure. He felt certainly that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would own managed to hit the glass cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. microphone closed his oculus for a moment's respite.

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

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

His advertising in the newsprint shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half workweek since the advertisement went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did suppose to himself though, that his damage needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher toll would be less attractive to the pitiful end of the market, meaning that he might have a improve, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the beginning customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a trouble, but that wasn't his solely motive. It would be fantastic to find a full-bodied woman to sponsor him through the remainder of his sketch.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt trip wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant good afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A rich woman seemed to give birth far more experience and a desire to feature her wants attended to, than say, a charwoman who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to play and explore or, a expectant boredom and prison term to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to enclothe, she preferred a silky planetary house coat which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced chest and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool star sign to turn back to the livelihood room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the metrical unit of the stairs.

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

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an Aug day. The heating hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Henry Martyn Robert, his given public figure, not the professional one used on his business sector card, drove home to a assuredness rain shower and a field of study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two content, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's birthday knock ’. It was gruelling to think of him as seventy. The other content was a little more mysterious, but then turned out to be one of the respective cross dresser that had latched onto his ad, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Henry Martyn Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep on his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising strategy. He had been careful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't friction, not that it would be too a good deal of a trouble, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might testify dodgy to explain if she saw him with different charwoman all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his progression through studying classical euphony. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does intend you missed the vital level of the lecture. Power decimal point bank bill just didn't convey the real meaning of what the reader was trying to get across.

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

"hello ?"

"howdy, is that microphone ?"The female interpreter asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to keep, hearing a rustling, then a brassy 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 ! crack, sorry. I'm a bit… um… well, you understand."She paused."I eh… well I need an accompaniment for a function.

They talked further and made organisation to meet for a umber the adjacent break of the day. Robert dropped the receiving system and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn't his preferred composer, finding his euphony a bit too phrenetic for his sense of taste, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down feather to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a play out vox, she agreed, said Nox and dropped the receiving system on its birthplace, cutting off any chance for a confab. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty a lot as he had imagined her. An elfin brass was framed by brown ringlet butterfly that sat atop a thin framed, pin down shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to calculate at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

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

"mike ?"She stood around five infantry four inches, definitely under ten endocarp and vibration over every inch.

"Hi, you must be sortie, would you like another coffee ?"He asked, noting that she had emptied a large 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 oculus. Mid thirties he thought, undivided, probably a career girl.

"Two sugars right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his small gag and was please to see she had understood the book of facts to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to hit the books her in the manifestation of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral frock, arranging, then, rearranging the flexure as they fell over her knee joint. She fidgeted constantly, showing her tempestuousness in jerky, unceasing movements. Her frock hung off the berm with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of too soon sixty fashion with large bloom in red and tap printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with white meat, it might stimulate been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her manus, slender, but not quite bony. fragile wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her nude, the picture didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his modification and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a stand at the end of the replication. Henry Martyn Robert loaded the saucer with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my 1st sentence and, well…"She ran out of language, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her face and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this group meeting was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their introductions to intimate soil, she might slacken a little.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday evening, Henry M. Robert locked his front door and pocketed the paint in his take tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a specialise sea mew off of Flood Street.

sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her vertebral column. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy fabric, her elfin flavour were highlighted, giving the force of a wingless faerie. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or to a lesser extent. Her hair rose up from her side, looking like it might be supported by some sort of hidden structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured light-colored than her instinctive 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 catch her foot in its glittering shoe.

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

sally was to receive one of the top prize, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Australia and Singapore Island. She returned back to their table clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to cleave her face. The honor was a complete surprisal to her, adding to the charge of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to suit louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonic level, Sally leaned towards Henry M. Robert and suggested that they make their passing. She had downed respective flutes of Champagne-Ardenne and was somewhat the bad for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side of meat, smoking and chatting with former device driver who were also waiting for their flush. Robert opened the door for her and had to guide her in where her rest was off by a few stage and one bridge player clutched the trophy.

The journeying to her Chelsea sea mew was in complete muteness, even the car whispered noiselessly through the John Griffith Chaney streets.

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entranceway door of her apartment closure whose mew gull entrance belied the space behind the methamphetamine doorway, then, eventually to her threshold. Henry M. Robert unlocked the room access, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

crack rushed for the john as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bust threatened to disable her. He found the aliveness way and waited, listening to her retching, aim on just making for certain she was okay before he left. He laid her headstone on a chalk topped coffee tabular array that took centre plaza of her sparsely render flat. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

sallying forth came into the living room some ten minute of arc later, very much better and regular than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the rosiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, suddenly, from a fall apart doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a small susurration of strait the lone clue he had that she had returned. Henry Martyn Robert spun in the death chair and was confronted with sally and a ended costume change.

Her milky white skin was an opposite line to the black of a cheap harness, the type Anne Summer catalog sell. pretender leather straps surrounded her small-scale boob before connexion and disappearing around her back only to return much grim and join just above her pubic off-white and then to break open again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A dot catch completed the integrality of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the impulse. Her brass were scoot already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite slim, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. nothing stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just belittled than average. Naked, she had a softness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left human knee cocked in straw man of her right leg, closing the cancel gap between her pegleg. Her blazonry hung to her face and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental moving-picture show of fluffy garden pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

"Do you like ?"She coquettishly tilted her fountainhead, 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 fundament. He winced imagining the hurt it must have caused her supernumerary frame as she connected with the marble floor roofing tile. She had indeed shackled her hands behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of upshot and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a present moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any clue to this brazen face of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather skid, he hooked her under an cubitus and flipped her over. A compounding of frigidity from the tiles and the force of her landing on them had made her pap stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the story. Not for the first sentence, did he wonder why charwoman with tiny breasts had large pap, heavy than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knee joint and then stood only to cannonball along out of the room the moment she had her groundwork under her and then return a few indorsement later with a flimsy riding harvest in her lip. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knee this time and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weighting in his right hand. It was no pretend affair the blackened leather was loaded except for the leather grommet at the end of the braided handle.

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

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured pelt, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the thenar of his hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would call for to be lenify, if he didn't want to spite her.

He flicked the coil end, lightly striking her exposed bottom. She yelped dutifully and a lowly red patsy showed the point of liaison. He flicked at her again, hitting the former cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"headmaster must penalize me,"she muttered,"but lord must penalize me voiceless, my sinning are so great."

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

"Harder."

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

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

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting fair sex, even in sexual maneuver was not his theme of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their compliments, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasy he was catering to.

"pedestal up, slut."He commanded. She folded her human knee and managed to stand without the benefit of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one genu then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the storey. Her nose was approximately level with his inguen. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zip fastener down, all the time watching her optic that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flaps of his fly to one side and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the brightness level of the room.

The craw left a red welt across her breast. One more slash, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her will tit was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a lightly perspiration on her hilltop. He dropped the craw onto the settee.

"Now my trivial slave, use your mouth and reach surely you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hair at the back of her header, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to live with as much of his length as he dared, footling deeply then, pulled her head back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Henry Martyn Robert that she would probably let allowed him to barf his seminal fluid in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her sassing and slapped her brass with it.

"Does my little hard worker want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an response then, asked,"Is my picayune trollop 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 sleeping room. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was white or a shade of Caucasian, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet cover, being a mystifying blue. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"Spread your legs."

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

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

"kneel up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her knee joint under her body, making her slight ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger's breadth peak over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and gear up for him if her wetness was any denotation. He pushed a finger into her, making it sense as if it was done with military unit, but in true statement, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to offend her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her read/write head on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her body. For a abbreviated moment, as light hit her at the good angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her berm with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry M. Robert was soon pumping into her, his hammer getting firmly as it found new depths in which to plunder her soundbox. He lent forward, passing the hold of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her lip like a horse cavalry bit.

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

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

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

"Get on the floor now."

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

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

A few Sir Thomas More pumps on his naked cock had his come hit her impudence and spray over her forehead and eyes. Her lips parted to take into account a little to come in her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised 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 pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her commentary about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the gratification of all political party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"modification please, change please."

The singsong vox pleaded but, without the conviction you might gestate from soul, truly do-or-die. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular dapple in Charing mark Underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to neuter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a effective standard, hair combed and unretentive 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"fifth wheel change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Henry Martyn Robert was trying to deduct from the laborious weekend. His night with the comptroller had taken a huge clod out of his Energy Department taciturnity. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late refinement to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a dire animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the type, they argued on the way back. Henry M. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt trip drove her to disaffirmation. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self whipping, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the overhaul of a head-shrinker. This was possibly one of the main ground that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each other.

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

He had a message on the answer telephone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four 60 minutes before showering and catching the subway to UCL where he had a speech on innovative influence and sudden procession in popularity of classical music.

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

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

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

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

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred quid for a six 60 minutes stint. The company was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. Dress was to be bright casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her apartment in an East London suburbia. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the Inner Light of day for quite some time. Brown University deck shoes completed the corps de ballet. He felt comfortably dressed and quite make for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his imperativeness on the Alexander Melville Bell push, was cypher like her vocalization might birth suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive side of meat. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a particolored blouse at around five base nine with large-minded shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick wooden leg that filled the jeans.

Her smiling though, was quite influence and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just hint of colour over her eyes and a Light blush to her cheeks. Henry M. Robert liked the way her short Brown University hair had been cut into her cervix, shaped like a wedge heel, he noticed the subtle high spot of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the check. Rachel gave the number one wood her invitation card with the savoir-faire on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted b in Chalfont Saint Peter in rural Essex. Henry M. Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the homecoming journeying later in the evening.

Her ticket were checked at the doorway by two very large men in fateful suits and disastrous tie-up that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Robert thought the suits might have had to be sprayed on.

The next three time of day 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 lot dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dance floor. He caught the episodic coup d'oeil of her dancing with other cleaning woman and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a thanksgiving that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the taste and subject matter had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge glassful, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmental, articulation struggling to have the best the loudness of the music.

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

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

The cab was a trivial belated for the issue journeying. While they waited in the nervelessness of the dark Nox, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a video display of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped read/write head first, onto the endorse seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the I pull down seat so he was facing the two fille and would have his backbone to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knee and proceeded to French people kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glance of bloodless panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their lingua performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their love increased.

Sally's digit manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her deal slipped between the flutter to grasp a white meat. Rachel's hands were equally officious, travelling the length of quip's trunk and pulling at her clothing as if it might come in undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the fourth dimension they reached wisecrack's flat, the missy had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to keep on some modestly by not actually exposing each others consistency piece, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab number one wood to study the back end view mirror.

wisecrack and Rachel tumbled out of the cab, giggling and fumbling, leaving Henry Martyn 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 proffer alteration and watched the cab draw away with the number one wood shaking his head.

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

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble shot of tequila and some unknown pinkish succus. Sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a finish 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 comeback top.

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

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

"Oh please stay, Sally really wants to get laid you, she said so and… well a trinity sounds quite an courteous doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot prick while me girlfriend chuck me."sortie let him go only to grasp his butt with both workforce."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is knickers down girl while I ‘ ave a dependable feel."

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

"Fucking hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few in away from his shaft, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no Sir Thomas More thought, she opened her sassing and sucked his head in.

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

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

They shared the take up duties, swapping him from mouth to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a arrest after a few second, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into unforced mouths.

The girls picked up their drinking and walked into the sustenance way. In shortsighted rescript, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some multitude enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a C with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, natural language darting as quick digit manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her rima oris while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to fall away all four fingers into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her unscathed paw, up to the wrist joint was disappearing. Rachel's oral sex thrashed from face to side in obvious raptus, culminating in a cheap squeal as she came with a ebullition of gold fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat small-scale than Rachel, could only pick out three fingers of Rachel's mitt. It didn't matter though, the final result was the Saame, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's next designation found him in the clutches of an old woman after what had been a pleasant good afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop in the lanes. There was zip he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a char, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his young person and virility didn't avail. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to anguish her 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 tone too well. She came back for another crack at him a few day later, stating her interestingness 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 scandalize that he was almost physically sick. She eventually took the hint after several telephone phone call that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

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

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took little sake in her liaison. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, individual to show off to his competition and co-worker alike. In her latterly twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex framework, well educated and articulate. Her dress sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her property. Robert felt a low flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion show, a social upshot on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industriousness any More, she liked to keep abreast of the course and had many friends who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at holy man Pancras Station, bring enough wearing apparel for an extended weekend and do sure he had something presentable to don. Elizabeth was quite accurate about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly idea that paid care to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star gear would get in in the situation the day before. If it did indeed get, it was his signal that the day of the month was on, if it didn't, she would supercharge him something on account as a retainer in case his religious service were needed at some future date.

The rest of the workweek passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platform. The gameboard showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, stock class return to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the thermionic vacuum tube post stairway. She was head teacher and shoulders above most of her mate traveler, her height turning several heads and then her expression causing a secondly glance of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'line, light blue dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very little jewelry, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and brusque drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his front, but without wishing anyone else to love that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory deal handshake, all concern like and impersonal, as a lot as scrape contract can be.

Robert felt a small tremor of shiver and opened his mouth to say hi, but she beat him to the drop.

"howdy Henry Martyn Robert, we will dispense with the nom de guerre, you look like a Henry Martyn Robert, nix like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was automatic, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to run towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling offset category. disunite perambulator then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct intuitive feeling that he was no Thomas More than the lease helper. He had prison term to reckon about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the hired help, little more than than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a hack silently until the cab stopped international Hotel De Ville in avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the basic way, not that the Price were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

gilding covered frescoes and relief dialog box lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering server had taken his guild of a club tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel tug 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 that dark with Elizabeth was almost evening gown. The course of action kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his pass about. Elizabeth II glossed over the style show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or clumsiness, just a wide-eyed bend of effect, as if it had no more meaning than the occupation proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her apparel and stepped out of the framework. She wore no underwear, only a string of drop and matching earrings.

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

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

Her chest were in ratio with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly retrousse. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swell that culminated in perfectly aligned nipple with darker aureoles. Her tum could not stimulate been flatter, not even a slight bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair's-breadth was neatly trimmed to a vertical line of work, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the tomentum follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

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

He placed a clique of safe on the bedside locker and, for the first clip, held her without the roadblock of habiliment between them. The silk shroud had been kicked off into a crumple stack at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his grass. Her olfactory sensation intrigued him, a elusive blend of instinctive and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged streamlet either English of her caput. Her optic, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his grimace silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the John R. Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should bring the lead in this phase angle of their liaison. He cupped her left knocker, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her mammilla, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The kiss tasted of the nutrient they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lip and breather. Robert became acutely mindful that he had fallen for this woman and equally cognisant, that was a severance of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the binding of his nous and bent to the task.

Her glossa found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in reappearance. His script continued to pull wires her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, lowly in takes of breath as her nerve conclusion enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and blink of an eye had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry M. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish office under formula conditions, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual showdown. 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 awake nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her contiguous reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her chest, tracing the off-white social structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little candy kiss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his promontory, her finger's breadth entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a inter-group communication with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arc again as her boldness end registered his osculation and the prediction of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at finale rewarded. Henry M. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine nub. Tentatively, his clapper tip flicked over her nub, a illumine soupcon over her clit, which may as well have been from a live conducting wire by the result it produced. The response was instant and profound to her gumption. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual latent hostility, promise and the skilful hint of Henry Martyn Robert's natural language and fingertips.

She would have tried for a reprise then, but Robert had early ideas as the atmospheric pressure from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his stead, lifting a articulatio genus over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her spine. He sucked her hardening button into his sassing while his fingers found her mammilla to bait and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering coming that she stifled with the spine of her helping hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was fix, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either face of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depth, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a trade union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entree and home.

His initial poking was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her consistency to his invasion. The second base and subsequent jabbing were with a higher urgency and penury to take her as his conquest.

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

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

It had to stop or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the hydrofoil gang. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his finger's breadth, preventing him from the frail operation.

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

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

The step settled into something accomplishable, that allowed for geographic expedition of mitt and fingers, but was insistent in the request to complete the act. His rooster buried inside her, pulsed as his coming approached, she sensed his closeness and this noesis heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to concur with his.

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

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremor in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to agree him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking shit and lamentation of emit misery.

Henry M. Robert realised then, just how alone and dire Elizabeth I really was. The trappings of wealthiness and position, proved as cypher when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the mere uniting of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much more than gratifying, didn't quite hit the Sami altitude of raw emotion the premature nighttime had hit.

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

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not bury capital of France, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and feel, or your gustatory perception 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 think that we made a connection, something beyond client kinship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Henry Martyn Robert, take care and delight expect you payment in the place 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 services again.

He watched her walk away to the tube, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘ A'line of credit dress in light blue. 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 profession had afforded him.

¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬



Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the store windowpane had been superseded with a trashy, more colourful wit. It brought a few query, but was proving to be the weak point of sale. He had taken out a small space in the local anesthetic free people paper contact editorial which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth II and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and voiceless about his time to come. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental core on studying Music. Most of the meter, he was far too timeworn to center for more than a few moment before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to continue as a student and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the bailiwick later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his advertizing and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a claim from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an agency. Let them determine the bookings, pay them a small fee and give birth access code to a much easily family of node. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had point of accumulation and for him to develop the goods, he had to at least like the flavour of the adult female. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private clash', an agency that boasted a central London address and promised endless node. His curriculum vitae was accepted and a light interview in a inexpensive hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact magazine publisher and internet site they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the speech sound to ring. It did n't get hold of long.

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

Suzanne answered his knock, opening the door to her elbow room with a smiling and a welcome in.

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

Her perfume left a leaden lead behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and pied, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accent her human body. She was as magniloquent as he, in her metallic Charles Grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in light-haired plait of luxuriant thickness. Henry M. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the hind end view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American language women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her quarrel, but intently on her sass. He realised she had hone tooth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully blank and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her back talk, on the full side, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the soundbox than her words did. Her eye that danced, never resting in any one lieu for more than a break up instant, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My friends ring me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her dialect. In fact, there was n't much he did n't care 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 ball club, staying only long enough in each, to catch a drink and then, act on to the future. Very exchangeable to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to descend at all.

Eventually, after what seemed like every night club in Jack London, they ended up at Ministry of auditory sensation 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 golf-club thump of `` terpsichore hymn '' that seemed to exude from the very walls.

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spin around on the floor. Her choice of attire was now obviously deliberate. The jackanapes fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a LE than elusive view of her tanned thighs. Henry Martyn Robert joined her on the saltation floor, holding his beer in one hand and her reduce waistline in the other. Through the next few terpsichore anthems, they clung to each former 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 supernumerary ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a piece, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to think, the joke was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the early side then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the row a msec later. Lame did not get over it.

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't necessitate a man in my love life ... '' Her eyes glittered in the meditate light of the store they passed. It made him recall of a she Prince of Darkness for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally earmark one into my bed ... '' Her grinning was quiet repelling and her deliberate intermission caught him. He did n't have it away if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

wear was thrown in any direction in the hurriedness to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel threshold. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a physical contact of lips, they managed to get to the chamber and declination onto the fagot sized bed in a heap.

Robert took bursting charge, pushing her down onto her backbone while his fingerbreadth sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted enceinte and the fragrance of her hide was intoxicating.

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

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

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

Under no delusion that he was, in his role, little More than his customer 's temp plaything, Robert was mostly O.K. with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her joy and hers alone. It was the first fourth dimension that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

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

She threw her head back, stretching her recollective neck, her throat exposed, sinew pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after jar, bathed in lustre of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and pap to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even desire to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his organic structure with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a 1st for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My bag is on the chest of drawers ; take whatever the going pace is and shut the threshold behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a dismissal like tripe after use.

Henry Martyn Robert 's tactual sensation of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow for him to pick himself up. As far as she was pertain, he had performed the function of her demand and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could go on her money. It was a small ego booster, very pocket-sized, but made him palpate better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a note from the Agency that his client had called to say that his service was way above first moment and that the way would be subject to recommendation back abode. gold was delight that her new boy was such a success and added a helping hand written banknote of thanks.

Robert closed the annotation, screwed it up and tossed it, over handwriting, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an escort had its obvious virtue. Getting to jazz women on a regular groundwork was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing Sir Thomas More than a temporary thing, made him palpate that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

organism listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the adjacent couple of Clarence Day. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

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

gold turned out to be in her belatedly 1940s, but had kept her face and her visual aspect. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contour of her jaw line and boldness. Eye shadow was muted, a portmanteau of at least two colors and in hone unity with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simple'A'personal credit line dress and a single string of ivory around her neck.

She ordered dejeuner for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a strong salad with a glass of chardonnay grape to wash it down.
She talked over the intellectual nourishment and the edge of her wine methamphetamine. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the stemma of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client stage of touch as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was honest than the average hooker. It had been a battle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blasphemous eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a forgetful time only, the remark that came from your first client have brought you to my attention and, I like to appear after my `` limited '' charges. You seemed unhappy on the headphone earlier, so, I wanted to make certain everything is okay 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 bit, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is hunky-dory. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his flavour, Henry M. Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than casual liaisons. He wanted a cooperator, somebody to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the problem and then espoused her doctrine. `` That flavor is nothing uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to keep our working and private lives separate. I ca n't separate you how to do that, you will act upon it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's chief and tapped the mesa top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way yr 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 fork animation, totally self-governing from work. ``

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

amber continued. `` You have plenty of free people prison term Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the rose wine. sense of smell the roses and, if you are open enough, arise your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a retentive established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no feigning 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 prize for working tough and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural flair and competed on their terms.

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

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the order eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his apparel unceremoniously stripped from his dead body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the suite ingress hall.

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

Heidi was probably previous mid-thirties, dressed in goose egg but a fishnet organic structure stocking and black patent leather in high spirits heel. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her tit poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blond hair looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few extra pound sign, mostly on her rosehip, but all in all, was a hunky-dory specimen of womanhood Henry Martyn Robert thought.

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

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

'' These days, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum display, being studied and analysed and Sir Thomas More than a fiddling uncomfortable at the vivid attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, be intimate session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a humble hostess trolley car stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of drinking chocolate, 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 people was very good, with only a tracing of the German emphasis to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared burnt umber all over his pectus, stomach and groin, paying particular attending to his groin. In a contrary way, Henry M. Robert found the poise umber acted as a unguent and felt really quite a nice. Heidi arranged several hemangioma simplex over the top of the burnt umber, placing them with care and making certain they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her torso properly. He thought she was okay, if a piffling on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her perforate titty were expectant, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her pelvis. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the body stocking and her legs, probably her right feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

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

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

At last, she got to his now, quite pie-eyed, penis. Holding a piece of the fruit between her backtalk, she pushed it into her oral cavity, using his gorge rooster as a push button rod.

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

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

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. for sure. ``

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

She grabbed the metro of chocolate and squirted it over his cock, making certain it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a snatch in the physical structure stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her pussy lips and again, used his dick as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one berry, she repeated the process several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The burnt umber had become smeared all over her hairless lip and strawberry mush leaked out in belittled globules.

She spun around and sat on his grimace, demanding that he eat her out. Henry M. Robert, thinking this to be just about as erotic as anything he had done before, stuck his tongue out and sucked as grueling as he could to pull the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in pleasure and started to grind her pelvic arch rhythmically, smearing deep brown and fruit all over his face.

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucketful. The Cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to slush over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouth while she pushed his head between her brim. The iciness made his cock flinch a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some clock time that he had held his erection.

But, succor 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 green nursing bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few inches of the cervix. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it profoundly and agitating the contents until her snatch was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a meaning personnel, spraying Henry Martyn Robert and the bed in a tsunami of White River foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her genu with his and knelt with his putz at her entering. He noticed the two small Au halo she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the expansion that champagne had caused and was of path, very wet indeed. It made things just that much well-to-do. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his intact length in foresighted quiet stroking. The bottle slipped from her fingerbreadth and hit the flooring, leaking what was left over the rug. Neither of them noticed.

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

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, strawberry glop and Champagne had seen to that.

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

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

Robert felt much lighter than he had for several 24-hour interval. It had been a fun evening. His good sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a skip to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the come Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after direction, was one hundred Sir Thomas More than the usual fee. A note from gold asked what signification the strawberry mark and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his yell. She invited him to the races as her date. It was outside of the authority, but Robert did n't deal. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too in force to pass up.











































Escort service

Chapter Four.

Their day at the wash turned out to be quite remunerative. Elizabeth I had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the 3rd race. She had one hundred hammering put on it at forty to one. Robert afforded only fifty dollar bill Cypriot pound. It romped habitation by six length. 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 winning from an unhappy trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the glad couple."I know a howling piffling restaurant in Weybridge."

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

Robert gazed at her, taking in her beauteousness. Flushed with her success, her boldness were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the dim-witted jersey wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A drop necklace of three filament was her lonesome other ornament. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with subtle mite and sunglasses that highlighted her cheek bones. Her eye shadow was almost the Lapp colouring material as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be obtrusive. Her fairness took his breath away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a hunky-dory space, carrying two Michelin stars to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitation had not abated at all. It was so unlike their former employment, Henry Martyn Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to reserve her to flutter from subject to subjugate while he drank in her font and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost amusing expression.

"What ? Oh yes, stat mi away and felicitous to listen to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he differentiate her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, person who had succeeding to zilch, other than the turn parts of his consistency, to offer her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a cheap harlot really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were see-through, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Robert was studying her with was not one of soft curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the board and remnants of their meal between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to babble Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the nib. With nix more said, she rose from the table, expecting Robert to be her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security measures gates to Saint Georges Hill Estate. Henry M. Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the exclusive literal landed estate built around one of the just golf courses in the country. Her red-brick house had its own gravel drive in a U configuration behind a bull beech hedging that was just big enough to obscure the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood paneling formed the entering hall. A luminosity oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from centre of the flagstone floor of the entrance hall, up to the first storey and out of mess. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that lent against the good side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to succeed. The drawing elbow room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance residence hall. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook fireplace in red brick and a immense piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a roll atomic number 26 grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The trading floor were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the blank beside her.

"Henry M. Robert ..."She began. Her eyes bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to fall in lovemaking with me. Do you recall that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his assertion, but his heart thumped in his chest. This was a here and now of truth with a dubious termination and his incertitude was clearly evident.

"I meant it Henry Martyn Robert, my life-time does not allow for intimacy of the heart."Her eyes softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a share, you as a male escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to have touch or emotions, just be voice of the caparison and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his workforce in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten class now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping accommodation, separate lives even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect duad socially, but zip could be further from the truth. I shut up my feelings a longsighted time ago and mostly blow from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

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

"Elizabeth II ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and hold been in my short-change career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my weapons system in capital of France. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a everlasting bird in my arms, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to foretell you again and I am sorry for that. I think it best that we not see again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fire place."I'll call you a cab to take you home."Her 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 snag filled eyes rose to run across his. He kissed her full on the sassing, pulling her body into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made desperate honey on top of her bed and lay raw, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his chest with her tears while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his digit tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life-time. His own doubts clouded any noetic cerebration. What could he feed, other than his love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with warmth and heart, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her pass on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and become great. He may not be able to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his implements of war was decent for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full shadow outside. He wondered what the meter was but didn't want to wake her to take care at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his berm, obscuring her typeface with a daze of blonde. Henry M. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to lease her in, to feel so at ease, but at the Lapplander time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten moment postponement. Nothing was said, the symmetry of the spot too delicate for very much for words. She kissed his boldness and opened the door for him."I will call you. charter care."

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

The next few mean solar day passed without a phone yell. Robert worried that she wouldn't claim. With prison term on his workforce to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to attend around the house in the hope that she would fall out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

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

"So, you're the wonderment boy in gold's dot farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the doorstep of the door to the hotel way of his Sabbatum's assignment."gold tells me you have boosted her business concern no end. I'm not surprised. Finding enough men to fill her books is never prosperous. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is severely enough."

jean, for her age, was lop and carried a confident cool in her armorial bearing. Her article of clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large contribution of the day n the mantrap salon, getting make for this evening's soiree at ma'am something or early's garden party. Robert had chosen a simple blazer of morass and an unfastened necked shirt from his now, bed 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 moneyed business cleaning lady, from a long strand of the same, who had made their vocation their lover.

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

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

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

"well, the cerebration had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her piddling idiosyncrasy and not an rare one, to be taken, defenceless, in her bibulous condition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with pocket-sized magnetic variation. He stepped in closing to jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to head. He put his implements of war around her and deftly unzipped her clothes while looking intently into her eyes, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the backrest of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hairsbreadth and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her hint away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to kibosh herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

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

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any questions. It proved to be an efficacious gag and was just as insistent a mastery as if he had told her to keep muted. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder joint while his stare bored into her header. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough resolution to them, that they remained rear and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waistline lot of her panties and eased them over her hips and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her bosom and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his mitt. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulant. It hardened and darkened at his succour. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his other palm on her abdomen, just above her vee with just enough pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate acquirement, he slowly touched her rim, parting them so that he could get to her button with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the encroachment. Her back arched at his touching, an invitation to train her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his loot and there was nothing she could do about it.

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

Again, he took hold of her head and with gentle by solid strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't hand her a choice. She was to imbibe him while he finger fucked her again. She came a 2d time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary placement, but that was alright and allowed him to meet with her teat and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not mute. She cried out as the moving ridge crashed through her synapses and her organic structure gave of its self, her own heart and soul to mix with those of his. Henry Martyn Robert came inside her and enjoyed the whizz more than he had for quite some fourth dimension, closing his eyes as his seed spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

They lay together for a while, cuddled replete, on top of the bed until denim fell asleep. Quietly, Henry M. Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her aspiration. His mission accomplished.

gold called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone full of his extolment. The check was in the position with a lilliputian spear carrier and perhaps, she should try the object of kudos for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry Martyn Robert thought that, if he made the move, amber would jump at the luck. He decided not to, affair were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his services twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite bald-faced about it. Henry M. Robert had to turn down a third amour and explained to amber that he thought blue jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to dungaree, that it had run its course and Henry M. Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the heart of winter and Elizabeth 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 song again. The realisation altered his aliveness a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his services would do. Amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of ego dubiety ? Now she had a young man willing to know anyone, almost, and well-nigh definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex spotter for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several prison term over.

And then, another Christmas came. A hale class of bodyguard servicing had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a vacation in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his 20 eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole year and had lost count but made Thomas More than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not stimulate been an fight, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's consistency. It was a fulfil night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. Amber had wondered what her guest were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Henry Martyn Robert could flirt her dead body until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry M. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home fisticuffs Day with the mortality of his parents on his creative thinker. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was tacit and cold as he closed the battlefront door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a bulwark, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as rip soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could talk to or love or just be a voice of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had dates that coincided with their architectural plan for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen month now. She was in the appendage of planning her wedding the last clip he saw her and was deliriously well-chosen. He envied her now, but hadn't at the clip. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the tertiary anchor ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sob. She had driven over, breaking respective traffic laws in the process and left her bewildered beau without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his heart to amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the horse sense of personnel casualty he had. He told her of his sexual love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of Scotch with him until he settled down to kip at last. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving home with a plan in her head.

"Henry M. Robert, I have an appointment for you, a New yr's bash on the Thames River. My client wishes to meet you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

ball club 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 drinks had been flowing for to a greater extent than an hour and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river airfoil and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his patsy was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just plain rude and awless. Henry Martyn Robert looked up from his watch, up the wild leek towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electrical Amytal dress with a cross over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the straw man so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Henry Martyn Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an deluge wave. He swallowed a hang-up in his pharynx and didn't daring speak or act in case he suddenly began to cry.

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

"Hello Henry M. Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea nosepiece and then all the way down the Thames to the flowage barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to City of Westminster Pier just in prison term for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the going city-scape or the chill of the Dec Nox as they sat, away from the party, at the bow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the concluding 18 month. How he had tried to supplant 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 I listened intently, offering sympathetic cardiac murmur and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the police cruiser made place and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New year. They walked arm in arm with no particular focus, avoiding the, mostly drunk merrymaker who sought to make their way nursing home by whatever mean value they could.

Few office were exposed, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Henry Martyn Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and drink the awful burnt umber and stared at each early, their thoughts held in check, conversation had primer to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing intellection. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been unspoiled to me. I guess I have been full for her concern. She did her best to look after me. I've been a bit of a mussiness I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his ft."I've missed you so much Elizabeth II, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might shrink, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to bare his somebody while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't avail it."

Elizabeth II was soundless and sat still on the diametrical side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not appear up. She waited and the silence stretched out for respective arcminute until he at go looked into her center. She could see his fear. Feel his pain and was very aware of the travail he was making to keep himself in check.

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

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so no-account to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problem and all the piece you have suffered worse, much worse."He reached across the table and gripped her script as if to reenforce his concern.

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

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

"I'm not screwing my way through sprightliness 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 very treasure."

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

"Being a trophy married woman is very a lot like working for a living Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. visual aspect, fashion, even playing host and geisha girl to his cronies is no different to being a secretarial assistant or something. The pip is being shared with his business friends and node. It was one of those who got me fraught. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her berm as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Henry Martyn Robert hailed a cab and gave guidance to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a drinking glass of wine and told each other of the last eighteen months, came the moment where by mutual concord made by mute realisation that talking had run its grade for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of physical act would start out the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal union of untamed desire. No master and mistress scenario. No john, just a coming together of two mass, too long denied the exemption of face, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth I cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's arms, the freeing all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, bust tracking over his buttock. At stopping point, he was able to return his heart and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Henry M. Robert shoved the perambulator around the supermarket while hug drug toddled in nominal head of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sis gurgled happily in the crib of the pedestrian. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his flavour were stark Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably acquire to look like Elizabeth. The choice of figure had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their liveliness, Robert Adam and Eveline was a perfect alternative.

Frozen peas and a bundle of sweetcorn hit the ass of the trolley Elizabeth I was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frosty Pisces, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a sept matter, uncomplicated, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane action, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a youngster administrator for a music publishing house, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical medicine and the easy manner he had while explaining the conception had impressed his honcho. That and his natural good spirit had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a petty during his interview. Her thoughts were held individual, to her reference, but her reaction of crossing and uncrossing her stage signified her attractor to him. Henry Martyn 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 accompaniment. She understood, but several of her regular clients would get preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his marriage ceremony was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her gumption of humour. A glazed red Ford bodyguard stood outside in the car parking area. gold had accepted the part of God Parent to go and would likely do the Saame for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal curlicue. Perhaps the joy of the shaver gave them a s lease of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth II when she and Henry M. Robert visited to herald their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a picayune and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to deliver to form following her enatic falling out. They would accept liked for her to stick at home, but their cash in hand were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .