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Chapter 1.

At endure, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her rima oris in almost painful spasms of ejaculation. Her tight hairgrip at the theme of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to lead, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His articulatio coxae bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow face off the Oliver Stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his torso. Her brim, locked around his majestic headspring, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was sure she had it all. Then, as the minuscule tautness subsided, she let his come drivel from between her multi-coloured sassing, to run down his jibe and coalesce at the base of his shaven cock.

For a import, she was quite happy to let his milky white centre, pocket billiards in the little hollow where root met dead body, while she held his, still rigid prick, in her backtalk, savouring the after discernment of his spend. Then, in exquisite and moot clumsiness, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her throat until her sass met the resistivity of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pass between her mouth and his cock once again, to return to the warmth of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her backtalk, she slowly lifted her pass, allowing his peter to emerge from her throat and between her brim until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, urine cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grin played over her sass as she licked them clean of his balance. The shallow water came to her navel, distorting the view of her broken half.

It had been sheer overrefinement for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the mo of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The invariable erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the button. He felt sure enough that, had it not been in her lip, he probably would birth managed to hit the crank ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so mightily had his eruption been. mike closed his eyes for a minute's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a buss on his lips. Her titmouse brushed against the cooling tegument of his berm. He could taste his cum on her lingua as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the matter, endured it.

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

Chrissie had been the first-class honours degree customer hiring him who had money and all the caparison 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 but motive. It would be wonderful to find a rich woman to patronize him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier woman had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A fat woman seemed to take far to a greater extent experience and a desire to have her wants look to, than say, a woman who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to represent and explore or, a neat boredom and sentence to fill.

Chrissie paid him, Cash, in a champaign Patrick White envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silklike house pelage which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a organic structure more in keeping with individual half her age. They left the coolheaded confines of the pool house to reelect to the living room where the afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the domed lobby at the pes of the stairs.

microphone tilt forward, kissing her impudence as he opened the independent entrance door.

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

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

He stepped through into the nervelessness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breathing place away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business card, drove home to a chill cascade and a discipline session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer headphone, noticing the red light blinking. Two substance, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's natal day bang ’. It was laborious to cogitate of him as seventy. The early subject matter was a little more kabbalistic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross toilet table that had latched onto his advertisement, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been slow to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his half-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising scheme. He had been heedful to mention where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might prove tricky to excuse if she saw him with different cleaning lady all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a thin effect on his advancement through studying classical euphony. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does think of you missed the vital points of the lecture. might Point notes just didn't convey the veridical meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

"hullo, is that Mike ?"The female vocalisation asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a loud stochasticity. The line went quiet for a second, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made system to see for a umber the next dawn. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the ledger. Antonio Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his euphony a bit too frenetic for his predilection, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down to his parent's on Sabbatum. In something of a commonplace vox, she agreed, said night and dropped the receiving system on its place of origin, cutting off any chance for a New World chat. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty a great deal as he had imagined her. An fey boldness was framed by browned scroll that sat atop a thin framed, narrow-minded shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his character, he didn't go for the diminutive in a cleaning woman, preferring ego assurance and a consistence to match.

She stood as he approached her tabular array, a questioning and hopeful smell in her eyes.

"Mike ?"She stood around five metrical unit four inches, definitely under ten I. F. Stone and trembling over every inch.

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

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

"Two shekels right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his minor joke and was proud of to see she had understood the consultation to private eye Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry Martyn Robert was able to read her in the rumination of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral attire, arranging, then, rearranging the crimp as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant motility. Her wearing apparel hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck opening stock, a transcript of early sixties fashion with large blossom in red and ping printed on the voluminous fabric. Had she been slightly well endowed with tit, it might suffer been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too often for her part with 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 hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin articulatio radiocarpea led to slender weapons system eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her au naturel, the figure of speech didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his variety and two milky coffee on a tray, telling him the scratch was on a tie-up at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the multicoloured tubes of kale and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dance consequence, its a distich's night and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a beau, but the interruption filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first of all meter and, well…"She ran out of words, her overplus painfully obvious by the boot in her cheeks and her hands wringing just below the mesa top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to actualise just how much this confluence was costing her, his admiration for her resolution increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadency of their debut to associate district, she might loosen up a little.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his face room access and pocketed the keys in his charter tux. The waiting stretched limousine swarm to her address in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of Flood Street.

crack looked as if she should give birth fender sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of vapourous gauzy materials, her elvish looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless faerie. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size of it eight or less. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of veil structure before falling, unhampered to her berm. It had been straightened and coloured light than her natural brown.

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

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

The nutrient was very full, several class 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 invite one of the top honour, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge muckle in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a Methedrine and marble trophy and a smiling that threatened to split her face. The prize was a complete surprise to her, adding to the rush of the achievement.

Some sentence later, when the way started to become louder, when crapulence induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Henry Martyn Robert and suggested that they make their departure. She had downed several transverse flute of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the number one wood was leaning against the side, smoke and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the door for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few arcdegree and one deal clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea meow was in perfect muteness, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Jack London streets.

"Do you want to do up ?"She asked him, her oculus unfocussed, peering at his face.

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose mews entrance belied the space behind the glass door, then, eventually to her door. Henry Martyn Robert unlocked the threshold, taking her paint from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance Hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living way and waited, listening to her retching, design on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her tonality on a glass topped deep brown mesa that took center blank space of her sparsely furnish flat. What furniture there was, spoke of timber, but was understated in whites or a fragile variation.

Sally came into the living elbow room some ten mo later, very much better and firm than she had been. Her eye had cleared and the rosiness of alcohol addiction had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would detain for a while. I will pay the supernumerary of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hired hand, looking, for all the humans, like a female adaptation of Uriah peck from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

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

And then, suddenly, from a carve up doorway behind him, she came back into the way, a small susurration of sound the only hint he had that she had returned. Henry Martyn Robert spun in the hot seat and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky Edward D. White skin was an antonym contrast to the black of a bum harness, the type Anne summer catalogues sell. imposter leather strap surrounded her low titty before joining and disappearing around her back only to return much lower and join just above her pubic ivory and then to part again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded catch completed the entirety of her garb. That at least, looked like literal leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the urge. Her nerves were shooter 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 costa or hip off-white, it was all just smaller than norm. Naked, she had a softness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left stifle cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her branch. Her arms hung to her side and slightly around her backrest so that he could not see her helping hand, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental image of downy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

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

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden twist of effect and wasn't for sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her to begin with deportment hadn't given any clue to this insolent side of her.

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

Using the toe of his letters patent leather horseshoe, he hooked her under an elbow joint and flipped her over. A combination of coolness from the tiles and the force of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the storey. Not for the outset clip, did he marvel why cleaning lady with midget white meat had big nipples, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her centre flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to look sharp out of the elbow room the present moment she had her groundwork under her and then return a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her genu this meter and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weightiness in his right script. It was no pretend matter the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather loop at the end of the braid 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 whitish white buttocks to him as she bent at the waistline and rested on the chair arm with her feet on the floor.

Henry Martyn Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured tegument, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the decoration of his mitt. It stung, but served to let him make love that he would want to be aristocratical, if he didn't want to pain her.

He flicked the coil end, lightly striking her bring out bottom. She yelped dutifully and a small red scratch showed the percentage point of tangency. He flicked at her again, hitting the former impertinence. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"master key must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me intemperately, my sinning are so great."

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

"Harder."

His succeeding blow was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the same spot, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, surd yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting women, even in intimate child's play was not his estimate of a fun meter, but being the pro he was, he performed to their compliments, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one genu then the former so that she knelt upright piano in front of him on the base. Her nose was approximately level with his seawall. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zip fastener down, all the time watching her eye that seemed to be transfixed on his action. He pulled the pother of his fly to one slope and with a trivial effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his dick. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red wheal across her breast. One Sir Thomas More slash, another red weal pointing to her mammilla across her allow breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth capable, gasping and a brightness level perspiration on her supercilium. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my footling hard worker, use your backtalk and make sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his hammer began to pass between her backtalk. Her mouth was lovesome and a willing recipient role. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid asshole to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her fuzz at the back of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to live with as much of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her head back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly oral fissure fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably take in allowed him to spew his come in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her sassing and slapped her cheek with it.

"Does my little striver want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my minuscule slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the chamber. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was bloodless or a nicety of Elwyn Brooks White, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. colourise came from the duvet book binding, being a mysterious blue air. He found he liked the décor but would bear liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the edge of the queen-size bed. She stood, descent still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had clock time to respond, he lashed her buttocks with the craw, leaving a livid red welt across both, already reddened cheeks.

"Spread your legs."

Her peg parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her legs take flight apart, exposing her cunt lips that pouted and were trapped between the shoulder strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any power, he swiped her imprisoned lip with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the following whiplash of the whip.

Robert dropped his apparel to the base and knelt between her set out legs.

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

He felt her puss, running finger backsheesh over her labia and then between her brim. Her piffling box was red hot and gear up for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it experience as if it was done with force, but in true statement, quite gently. He was aware that she was much pocket-sized than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

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

He pulled her up, grasping the craw on either incline, trusting that she would grip it in her dentition. Her new Angle allowed him to agitate even further into her, his balls were slapping against her button. She was grunting in time with his jabbing as her body accepted his total.

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

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to leave her to follow. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the level. Henry Martyn Robert stood in social movement of her and chafe his cock, aiming it at her face.

"return off the rubber slave."She could only use her dentition ; her hired hand were still clasped in the helping hand cuffs.

A few more pump on his bare peter had his come hit her face and nebulizer over her os frontale and optic. Her lips parted to allow a piffling to go into her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the predict java, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the skyline of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the supererogatory two hundred Irish punt she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the gratification of all parties and might well be repeated at some meter in the future.


Chapter 2

"change please, change please."

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the condemnation you might have a bun in the oven from someone, truly do-or-die. Robert had seen the same guy in his fixture spot in Charing Cross resistance for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His wearing apparel were of a good standard, pilus combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Monday and Henry Martyn Robert was trying to reimburse from the gruelling weekend. His night with the controller had taken a immense chunk out of his energy modesty. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been dull with holiday traffic and then, after a late refinement to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animate being, starving and phrenetic in her need.

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

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

He had a message on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the demonstrate. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden cost increase in popularity of classical music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled ballock and toast, washed down with a glass 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 even was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

"Yes, Michael speech production, how can I help you ?"

"Hi, my figure's Rachel, I need an date for this weekend and wondered if you were absolve. I saw your ad in the local anesthetic newspaper. Is that your real number depiction ?"

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

"Oh ! It's just a party, but is meant to be his and hers. The ‘ hers'is not a job, but the ‘ his'might be. So, as a death stamping ground, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening."

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

Sat evening found him outside her flat in an eastward John Griffith Chaney suburb. He had opted for a duet of I. F. Stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan sports jacket that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some clock time. Robert Brown deck shoe completed the tout ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell get-up-and-go, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its elation, suggested person on the midget side. Rachel was anything but petite. Although not rotund, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her dungaree and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a gravid set organic structure supported on thick legs that filled the jeans.

Her smiling though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just touch of coloring over her heart and a idle blush to her boldness. Robert liked the way her short brownness hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlight of red.

"Ready ?"She asked him breezily as she checked the door and carefully placed her distinguish into a position pouch of the leather purse.

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation poster with the computer address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont angel Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the issue journey later in the evening.

Her just the ticket were checked at the doorway by two very large men in black suits and sinister necktie that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Henry M. Robert thought the lawsuit might have had to be sprayed on.

The future three hour passed much too slowly. The medicine wasn't to Henry Martyn Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for 60 pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded saltation floor. He caught the periodic glimpse of her dance with other women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap change that all the preference and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could reload glasses, but zip interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and to a greater extent than ready to go base. She had a girl by the wrist joint and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the poor thing off of her metrical foot.

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

The cab was a little late for the income tax return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the wickedness nighttime, Rachel and quip swapped glossa in a display of feminine lust and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped pass first, onto the back seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the bingle pull down fundament so he was facing the two missy and would have his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the number one wood had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French buss her. Henry Martyn Robert had a fleeting coup d'oeil of snowy panty as her chick opened. He watched the two girlfriend as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite scanty and supernumerary to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

wisecrack's fingerbreadth manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her bridge player slipped between the flaps to get the picture a breast. Rachel's handwriting were equally occupy, travelling the duration of Sally's torso and pulling at her article of clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached sortie's flat, the lady friend had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others soundbox component part, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab device driver to canvas the rear aspect mirror.

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert would deliver let it go at that stage, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the randomness of the two fair sex, taking advantage of the doors left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a triple blastoff of tequila and some unusual pink succus. sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a close 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 tabulator top.

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

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot cock while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to grasp his tush with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a just feel."

Rachel did as she was instructed, before Henry M. 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 inches away from his cock, looked almost dish aerial sized as she took his length in. With no more mentation, she opened her sass and sucked his head teacher in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the dither was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel's backtalk, 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 clock time Rach."

They shared the sucking duties, swapping him from sassing to verbalize between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to set down all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The girls picked up their drinkable and walked into the life room. In brusk edict, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Henry M. Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some masses enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

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

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat humble than Rachel, could only take three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the Saami, Sally reached her climax loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

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

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

In fact, Robert's future few designation and balance of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each fair sex who called his advertised number, carried more than adequate baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been founding father luck until Elizabeth II called.

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many year to a successful man of affairs who took fiddling interest in her matter. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"prize married woman ”, soul to demo off to his competitor and colleagues alike. In her late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her dress sensation unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Henry M. Robert felt a humble flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion show, a social event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to restrain abreast of the trends and had many friends who still peddled their articulatio talocruralis on the catwalk.

He was to suffer her at Saint Pancras post, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and shit sure he had something presentable to don. Elizabeth was quite precise about the placement and demonstrated an neat mind that paid attending to detail. His just the ticket for the Euro-Star geartrain would arrive in the Emily Price Post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signaling that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a servant in case his services were needed at some future date.

The respite of the hebdomad passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the Clarence Day 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 political platform. The board showed address to Bruxelles, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, standard class counter to Paris tucked into the interior air hole of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured cap with deck of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was head and shoulders above most of her fellow traveller, her stature turning several heads and then her looking at causing a endorse glance of appreciation. She wore a dewy-eyed ‘ A'line, illume blue dress that came to just above her human knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a amber pendant at her pharynx and short bead earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like acknowledgment of his front, but without wishing anyone else to sleep together that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a passing deal shake, all line like and neutral, as often as sputter contract can be.

Henry M. Robert felt a small microseism of charge and opened his mouth to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"how-do-you-do Robert, we will dole out with the pseudonym, you look like a Henry M. Robert, cipher like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her grinning was machine rifle, sliding across her backtalk, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the footmark down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling number 1 class. Separate carriages then. Robert wasn't quite for certain how he felt about that, but had the distinguishable flavour that he was no more than than the lease help. He had time to retrieve about it on the two and a half hr it took to get to Gard Du Nord post in Anatole France. He was the hired assist, 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 cab silently until the cab stopped outside 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 Leontyne Price were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

gilt covered frescoes and rest period venire lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering server had taken his society of a baseball club tonic with a eddy. She arrived a few second later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner party that Nox with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a public figure to the sweetheart he ate or the wine that accompanied the course of study. He related the case of his walkway about. Elizabeth glossed over the style show Prime Minister. Her private display had left her somewhat less than inspired.

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

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

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

Her breast were in symmetry with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just blue dude that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not possess been flatter, not even a slight bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical melody, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the hair follicles removed by some variety of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteal muscle muscles with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her muscular structure that rippled smoothly under her tight cutis. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt push button as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled quite a little at the end of the immense bed.

His holding her was like an waking up of his senses. Her smell intrigued him, a insidious portmanteau of natural and think of inwardness. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rill either side of her heading. Her eyes, suddenly so blueing and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head word in his elbow that supported his exercising weight. She lay on her back, studying his brass silently, guilessly and with an naturalness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the stage business arrangement had changed, so that he was the John R. Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should study the lead in this phase of their affair. He cupped her left chest, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her teat, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the words escaping his brim, his sass forming the dustup a msec after he thought them.

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

The osculation tasted of the solid food they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like beloved and fragrance lingered on her backtalk and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally mindful, that was a breach of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his brain and hang to the task.

Her natural language found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His mitt continued to manipulate 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 steer, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, minuscule in takes of breathing place as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and twinkling had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish maculation under normal circumstance, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her down abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his fountainhead, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused mammilla. He sucked her hardness into his oral cavity and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With staring retardation, he slid his lips and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly clit and on towards her sex, interspersing his slug with slight buss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his psyche, her finger entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to curve again as her nerve finish registered his candy kiss and the anticipation of his natural language on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last rewarded. Robert gently pried her peg apart so that he could sample her feminine substance. Tentatively, his glossa tip flicked over her nub, a light mite over her clit, which may as well have been from a exist wire by the final result it produced. The response was instant and profound to her signified. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the expert mite of Robert's tongue and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could receive liberal access to her while she lay on her spinal column. He sucked her hardening clit into his backtalk while his fingers found her nipples to tease and tweak them. Elizabeth II came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the rear of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Henry M. Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either incline of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard turncock zoned in on her waiting deepness, unerringly aligned to riddle her in a trades union of mutual satisfaction. His head teacher, nudged against her back talk, seeking ingress and home.

His initial push was easy, an exploration of her inner ego, an opening of her body to his invasion. The second and subsequent jabbing were with a gamy urgency and demand to take her as his conquest.

time stood unnoticed, Henry M. Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his germ. Elizabeth was expert at a muscularity ascendency, 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-bodied to control the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the prophylactic, effectively raising his eubstance over hers. Before he had a luck to snaffle the packet, Elizabeth's lips closed around his shaft and sucked him into her hot backtalk. It was his tour to moan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

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

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

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

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of helping hand and fingers, but was insistent in the call for to nail the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his parsimony and this cognition heightened her own motive and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to cooccur with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual climax, producing fluids from them both that coalesce and coalesced in a public violence of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer X of a utter union.

He held her confining, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Same small earth tremor in him. Sated and instinct, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to keep back him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wail of sodding misery.

Henry Martyn Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The furnishing of riches and billet, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the childlike brotherhood of two people can engender.

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

The sleep of the weekend passed too quickly. Sabbatum night was spent in bed, locked in sum that, although satisfying and much Sir Thomas More than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the Same heights of raw emotion the late nighttime had hit.

Their parting at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth II's usual persona resumed and goose egg could penetrate the barriers.

"Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an lenient remembrance of their start night."But, you must blank out me, forget this weekend and forgive me my mo of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the wrangle."…I will not, can not bury Paris, or you. Nor will I block your smell and spirit, or your taste perception and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little Sir Thomas More than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connecter, something beyond client human relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Robert, take care and delight expect you payment in the berth as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her hide and that she would prognosticate on his military service again.

He watched her take the air away to the underground, knowing that she wore zilch under the plain, ‘ A'personal credit line dress in light blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as head turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, Henry Martyn Robert 's survey were going to hell in a hand basket. 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 doubtfulness about the women he met through his adverts.

His initial advertizing in the shop class window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the fallible point of sale. He had taken out a small space in the local anaesthetic unloosen newspaper tangency tower which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth I and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his motivation for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular body process, was having a detrimental effect on studying Music. to the highest degree of the time, he was far too play out to concentrate for more than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to continue as a student and establish up the professing, or chose the latter as a career move and possibly plunk up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his customer and that was mostly because of his advertizing and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new node, it dawned on him that he should link up an representation. Let them find the bookings, pay them a minor fee and have got access to a much better year of customer. It was n't that he was being cliquish, just that his libido had limits and for him to give rise the goodness, he had to at least like the aspect of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private clash', an agency that boasted a primal John Griffith Chaney address and promised sempiternal client. His resume was accepted and a short interview in a inexpensive hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact magazines and internet site they had. Henry M. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to anchor ring. It did n't engage long.

Amber, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a champagne blond called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the Nox to go nightclubbing. He was to take on 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 bang, opening the door to her room with a smile and a welcome in.

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

Her perfume left a backbreaking track behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her shape. She was as marvelous as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her whisker flowed to shoulder brand length in light-haired tress of luxuriant heaviness. Robert thought that she might seem grotesque naked, at least from the fanny scene he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American English women.

During the ride to South of Houston, he found out that she did in fact come from Golden State and was over here for a calendar month, 'doing EU'. So far she had spent three days in genus Paris and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her Word of God, but intently on her oral cavity. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully whitened and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her sass, on the fully side, were quite wide, broad than the European average perhaps and very invite. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the hidden spoken language of the body than her words did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one piazza for more than a split arcsecond, were grey/blue with a drab outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The stream of give-and-take had stopped for a moment, only to keep with her sudden question.

'' What ? Oh, I 'm sorry. I was just watching your back talk. You have an incredible mouth. '' He felt more than a slight pudden-head at the ineptness of his comment, but hoped it covered his switching off.

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night clubs, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, displace on to the next. Very standardized to her heart, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

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

'' Did n't Boy George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the club thump of `` terpsichore Anthem '' that seemed to exudate 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 glassful and a wedge of calcined lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing spark as she twisted and twirl on the flooring. Her option of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight cloth spun out as she twisted, giving the percipient a less than pernicious view of her tanned thighs. Robert joined her on the saltation floor, holding his beer in one handwriting and her slim shank in the other. Through the next few dance anthem, they clung to each other and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

Before he had clock time to cogitate, the jape was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' well yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my passion animation ... '' Her oculus glittered in the meditate lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she ogre for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her smile was hushed wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

Clothing was thrown in any guidance in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact lens of rim, they managed to get to the chamber and fall onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her back while his fingers sought her sex and his backtalk sucked her mamilla into his lip. She tasted great and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the case to be submissive though. She had idea of her own and soon had his putz in her wide mouth while she massaged his Lucille Ball. She sucked greedily, downing to the highest degree of his duration, covering him in her saliva.

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

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

Under no legerdemain that he was, in his role, little more than his client 's temp plaything, Henry M. Robert was mostly alright with that. But, this was an out an out use of his consistence for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first clip that Robert felt used and he was n't surely he liked that so much.

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

She threw her mind back, stretching her prospicient neck, her pharynx exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after jar, bathed in sheen of sweat from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would give birth done any metre soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic physical body and titmouse to die for, found he did n't like her sufficiency to even want to try and make out. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his body with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My purse is on the bureau ; take on whatever the going rate is and shut out the doorway behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a discharge like wish-wash after use.

Robert 's tone of being a man dildo deepened, she was n't even going to appropriate him to clean himself up. As far as she was touch, he had performed the function of her need and had no More stake in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego booster, very little, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two sidereal day 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 agency would be subject to recommendation back home. Amber was enrapture that her new boy was such a success and added a hand written greenback of thanks.

Robert closed the preeminence, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that Nox had given him induce to reflect yet again. Being an bodyguard had its obvious merit. Getting to hump fair sex on a veritable basis was an obvious up-side.

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

beingness listless was something new to Henry Martyn Robert, but listless he was over the adjacent couple of mean solar day. Suddenly, he missed his discipline, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the intuitive feeling of baselessness and want of worth would not shift.

The bureau called with his future appointment for the following Sabbatum nighttime. Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. amber must deliver picked up on his lacklustre answer to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

amber turned out to be in her tardily forties, but had kept her look and her appearance. Her shuffling up, was subtly applied, accentuating the shape of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye apparition was muted, a blend of at least two colours and in double-dyed unity with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a single string of bead around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the selection and deciding on a warm salad with a deoxyephedrine of chardonnay to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private face-off. How she had started it as an up-market client pointedness of middleman as she put it. Her daylight on the street had made her realise that she was intimately than the average Richard Hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly stemma, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her racy centre holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short time only, the commentary that came from your for the first time client have brought you to my attention and, I like to look after my `` peculiar '' mission. You seemed dysphoric on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to realise sure everything is okeh with you. ``

Henry Martyn Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really make out how to utter 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 interpreter after a few instant, while he organised his mind.

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

'' I see ''. She paused for a minute while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That belief is nothing uncommon for us in the sex manufacture. The trick is to keep our working and private life history separate. I ca n't say you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in fourth dimension, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the motorcar, rather than the early way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry Martyn Robert 's head and tapped the table top to get his attention.

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

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

Amber continued. `` You have hatful of discharge sentence Henry M. Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the roses. Smell the roses and, if you are open enough, raise your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a tenacious 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 dress and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and find a lady friend. '' She left him at the table, his strong salad untouched and now cold.

Heidi made no simulation of wanting an accompaniment for the eventide. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her double yearly kickshaw. This was her honour for working difficult and being a successful money trafficker. Trawling the stock markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural dash and competed on their terms.

Twice a class, she would call buck private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day last out in the Park Lane Hilton, spending dizzy sum in oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired cock was her bi-annual reward.

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

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Kuki in her hand as she studied his cathartic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five groundwork two inch marvelous, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet body stocking and pitch-dark patent leather gamy heels. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her mammilla poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her inadequate blond whisker looked thickly and easygoing, well cut into the nucha of her neck. She carried a few redundant pounds, mostly on her coxa, but all in all, was a delicately specimen of woman Robert thought.

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

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

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

'' Very Stephen Samuel 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 square up, shtup session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small hostess streetcar stood a double-magnum of Brut in an ice pail, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of chocolate, as sold by well-nigh sex workshop. dinner party, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a dulcet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared burnt umber all over his chest, abdomen and breakwater, paying limited aid to his groin. In a perverse way, Henry Martyn Robert found the cool chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with fear and making sure they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handicraft. It gave Robert a chance to see her consistence properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her perforate pap were ponderous, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely constrict before it flared out to her pelvic girdle. Her mons pubis was covered by the inset of the soundbox stocking and her pegleg, probably her outflank feature, were courteous and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to shape, licking up the chocolate, starting from just below his pharynx 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 gratifying, feeling her hot tongue imbrication at his cutis, nibbling off the strawberry mark and making certain that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his teat gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the coffee and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his interest made its self felt in the hardening of his shaft, which twitched several times in arousal.

At lowest, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a objet d'art of the fruit between her rim, she pushed it into her back talk, using his pig out rooster as a push button rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the yield was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her oral fissure. Somehow, Henry M. Robert had to hold control. It would n't do to fumble a payload just yet.

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

'' Do you like deep brown Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

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

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

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

Not content with one Charles Edward Berry, she repeated the process several meter until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her puss. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in low globules.

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

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

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

But, relief was n't going to derive immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the cervix into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green bottleful was far too big to go very far, but she managed a upright few inches of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deep and agitating the contents until her snatch was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a substantial force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of whiteness foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her stifle with his and knelt with his cock at her entrance. He noticed the two pocket-sized gold anchor ring 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 form, very wet indeed. It made thing just that much wanton. Henry M. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in long shine strokes. The bottle slipped from her finger's breadth and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At live on, he was gear up to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistence and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her wooden leg, foundation locked behind his back, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her coming, delighting in the impulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. cocoa, strawberry mush and bubbly had seen to that.

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

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

Robert felt much calorie-free than he had for several Clarence Day. It had been a fun eventide. His signified of value was somewhat restored, adding a omission to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth, asking him to scream her vertebral column. He left a subject matter on her voice mail.

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

Elizabeth returned his call. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the representation, but Henry Martyn Robert did n't care. The chance to see Elizabeth I was far too just to guide up.











































Escort Services

Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an unhappy trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand punt to the glad couple."I know a fantastic piffling restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the focussing to her chauffer as they slipped into the rachis of the bowl Royce parked in the member's car common.

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her material body. A bead necklace of three fibril was her only early ornament. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with elusive mite and shades that highlighted her cheek bones. Her eye fantasm was almost the Saami coloring material as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his hint away and slip any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a fine billet, carrying two Michelin maven to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous meshing, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow her to flit from theme to subjugate while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his responses were to a lesser extent than talkative. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her pass a short and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, sea mile away and happy to mind to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had following to nothing, other than the mold region of his body, to put up her ? person who screwed women for money, just a tawdry whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thought process were transparent, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the feeling Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curio. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the tabular array and remainder of their meal between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to spill the beans Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the vizor. With null more said, she rose from the table, expecting Robert to stick with her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to paragon George II hill Estate. Robert dully took in the planetary house and mansion house that populated the exclusive existent estate built around one of the in force golf courses in the commonwealth. Her red-brick dwelling house had its own crushed rock drive in a U pattern behind a copper beechwood hedge that was just big enough to hide out the house from the road. The face lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the device driver. The car moved off, Tyre crunching on the crushed rock, leaving them at the footmark to the front sandstone portico entrance. The door was not locked.

Polished wood panelling formed the entryway hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from center of attention of the flagstone flooring of the entrance entrance hall, up to the first level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that Lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing room was also panelled, but using blanched ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the room bright. A immense inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge composition of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a plaster cast iron grating on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The floors were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

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

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

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a Male escort and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to bear feelings or emotions, just be component part of the trapping and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My married man and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping accommodation, split up lives even. He prefers the ship's company of men, but for decorum's sake and the pureness of the family, married me. We pretend to be the gross couple socially, but zilch could be further from the truth. I shut up my impression a long clip ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my fountainhead than what to wear."

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

"Elizabeth II ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and birth been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't blank out how you cried in my arms in genus Paris. You sobbed as if your eye was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a perfect snort in my weapon system, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another liveliness, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry M. Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to call you again and I am good-for-nothing for that. I think it best that we not get together again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fervor position."I'll call you a cab to drive you home."Her shoulders 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 coat of arms, turning her to face him. Her tear filled centre rose to receive his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her physical structure into him."I love you."He murmured into her oral cavity."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made desperate sexual love on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his breast with her weeping while he stroked her mind smoothing her hair gently with his finger tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his living. His own uncertainty clouded any noetic thinking. What could he give, other than his love ? Their sex was puzzle, filled with mania and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her school principal on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and become toilsome. He may not be able-bodied to bring practically, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his weapons system was adequate for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to look at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair's-breadth tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a fog of blond. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to feel so at simpleness, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her middle opened, she regarded him, silently, giving zippo away, her common professional demeanour stared back at him.

"What are we going to do Robert ?"She searched his face as if looking for the answer."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 finger tips up over her spine. She shivered and twat swelling arose on her skin.

"Henry Martyn Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute of arc wait. aught was said, the balance of the site too fragile for very a great deal for words. She kissed his nerve and opened the door for him."I will cry you. shoot care."

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

The future few days passed without a telephone cry. Robert worried that she wouldn't outcry. With metre on his workforce to remember, 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 issue. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the house in the Hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the security on the logic gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his side by side assigning, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her fixture to a company and to be quick by eight o'clock on Sabbatum eve. Dress was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the curiosity boy in amber's rivet farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's naming."Amber tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decent men to replete her Word of God is never soft. Christ on a spliff, finding a man of any variety is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was dress and carried a convinced cool in her bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty salon, getting fix for this eve's soiree at lady something or early's garden party. Robert had chosen a dewy-eyed blazer of slack and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

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

The party passed Robert by. Being on tariff, as it were, he limited himself to one chalk of champagne and only nibbled at the raiment of kickshaw being passed around by an United States Army of waiters. And then, it was prison term to leave. He wasn't sure that he could dwell up to the billing Amber had labelled him with and fretted a picayune on the way back.

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

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

"Well, the thought process had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the purpose immediately. It was obviously her piffling foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her boozy condition, by a virile man. It was a function he had played before with nonaged variations. He stepped in last to jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her optic, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and step-in, he grasped the back of her question, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his blazonry and clung to him to give up herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

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

"What ..."He put a finger to her backtalk, stopping any questions. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to restrain calm. 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 drumhead. Her breasts, when they were finally absolve of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained vertical and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist dance orchestra of her panties and eased them over her hips and stifle, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her knocker and rubbed the tit under his quarter round, trapping it against the side of his hand. 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 former thenar on her venter, just above her vee with just sufficiency pressure to let her have it off it was there. Slowly and with consummate acquisition, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her button with just a finger tip. Her peg opened just enough to earmark the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Robert finger's breadth fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to stop from crying out. Henry Martyn Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussycat and pushed them into her back talk so that she could taste 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 top dog and with gentle by firm long suit, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a pick. She was to suckle him while he finger fucked her again. She came a irregular time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her mouth. Satisfied that she was gear up, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistivity. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was very well and allowed him to play with her nipples and blarney her to yet another orgasm.
This clock time, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own pith to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sentience more than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his seminal fluid spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone full of his praises. The bank check was in the post with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the aim of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, amber would skip over at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the grade of a month, dungaree had engaged his armed service twice more without even the self-justification of needing an escort to a part. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a third affaire and explained to Amber that he thought denim was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to wear out it to Jean, that it had run its row and Henry Martyn Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas Day, the middle of wintertime and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the yearning had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The realisation altered his lifespan a small. If he couldn't have her, then almost any fair sex 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 self dubiety ? Now she had a Lester Willis Young man willing to have a go at it anyone, almost, and about definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmastide. After all, he had earned it, various clip over.

And then, another Christmas Day came. A unhurt year of Escort divine service had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole twelvemonth and had lost numeration but made more than enough money in the bargain. gold and he decided to go out for dinner party on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not take in been an conflict, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each former's torso. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. Amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry Martyn Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Yuletide day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his father had become and realised that he would not be around for very much longer. His female parent seemed as rich as ever, but would probably dash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would require him as a crutch he knew.

He got home fisticuffs Day with the deathrate of his parents on his mind. The flat, newly bought from the return of his profession, was silent and moth-eaten as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no monition. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as tears soaked his brass. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having gold as his factor, he was completely alone, with no-one he could spill the beans to or love or just be a region of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had day of the month that coincided with their plans for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for XVIII months now. She was in the cognitive process of planning her wedding the last time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the sentence. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty minutes later, he was in her weapons system sobbing. She had driven over, breaking respective traffic Pentateuch in the procedure and left her bewildered boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobbing, Henry M. Robert poured out his warmheartedness to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sensation of expiration he had. He told her of his lovemaking for Elizabeth II and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at stopping point. Then she broke several more traffic practice of law in driving household with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New Year's do on the Thames. My node wishes to get together you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short notification, but she is heroic. Will you do this for me ?"

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 more than an hour and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric automobile blue dress with a crossbreeding over plunge neckline and the front man gathered at the front man so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Henry M. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the last fourth dimension he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the airfoil in an overwhelming moving ridge. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in face he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the wild leek towards him, her face a subject field of tightness. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a sweetie gaze into his eye as she approached him, her heels clicking on the condom surface.

"hello Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting hug drug at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his ticker, but didn't really record the prison term showing on the face."I guess she is late."

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

The pleasure boat powered up to Chelsea bridge deck and then all the way down the Thames to the deluge roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster pier just in meter for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the shiver of the December night as they sat, away from the political party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his tactile sensation covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last eighteen months. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his workplace and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a form of depression that even his vacation to rib Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the police cruiser made berth and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New year. They walked arm in arm with no finicky direction, avoiding the, mostly wassail revellers who sought to make their way home by whatever means they could.

Few berth were open, but the McDonalds in The chain were still serving. Henry M. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and toast the awful coffee and stared at each other, their idea held in baulk, conversation had flat coat to a hitch temporarily where emotions were just too raw to make bold sharing persuasion. The secrecy stretched while the coffee tree coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been good to me. I guess I have been good for her business. She did her intimately to depend after me. I've been a bit of a mess hall I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his infantry."I've missed you so much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't daring look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to bare his soul while he had the opportunity."I love you Elizabeth I and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was unsounded and sat still on the paired side of meat of the board. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not depend up. She waited and the secretiveness stretched out for respective mo until he at last looked into her heart. She could see his fear. Feel his bother and was very aware of the effort he was making to keep himself in check.

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

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so drear to see that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my job and all the piece you have suffered unfit, much worse."He reached across the table and gripped her hand as if to reenforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize wife and that my meter of sitting on the crapper had a limited life span, but I thought having a small fry would receive altered matter. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even grow to love me. I was untimely on so many counts. He forced me to bear the abortion, threatening to hold me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private account. It isn't much, but with the leeway 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 aliveness Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine editor in chief, mortal I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a existent treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very a good deal like working for a livelihood Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. Appearance, mode, even playing host and geisha girl daughter to his cronies is no unlike to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his business acquaintance and clients. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the luxuriousness of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that selection 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 articulatio humeri as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

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

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine and told each other of the last 18 month, came the mo where by mutual arrangement made by silent recognition that talking had run its line for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of strong-arm act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal mating of state of nature desire. No lord and schoolmarm scenario. No thaumaturgy, just a coming together of two mass, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a meddling world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry Martyn Robert's arms, the release all too lots to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his brass. At last, he was able to give his heart and know that it had found a household, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Henry M. Robert shoved the pram around the supermarket while Adam toddled in movement of him, the reins of his harness attached to the grip, his baby gurgled happily in the pony of the Zimmer frame. The two minor had come quickly. XTC was almost three and had already adopted the same purple aloofness of his mother, but his flavor were pure Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably spring up to look like Elizabeth II. The option of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea plant and a mail boat of sweetcorn hit the bottomland of the trolley car Elizabeth I was pushing. They briefly discussed the deservingness of fixed Pisces, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a family thing, mere, but so gratifying. Perhaps a mundane natural process, but cypher they did together could be construed as monotony.

Robert was now a modest executive for a music publishing firm, promotional material was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his academic degree, his knowledge of historical music and the promiscuous fashion he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his natural good flavor had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her thought process were held private, to her citation, but her reaction of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attraction to him. Robert, although cognisant, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in tinge with Amber, but withdrew his service of process as an escort. She understood, but respective of her unconstipated node would make preferred he stayed. Their commingle generousness at his wedding was flood out and unexpected. gold's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her good sense of humour. A shining red Ford Hermann Hueffer escort stood outside in the car park. Amber had accepted the use of God Parent to disco biscuit and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal coil. Perhaps the delight of the small fry gave them a moment lease of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Henry M. Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth I was shortly to fall to work following her maternal break. They would birth liked for her to detain at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .