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Chapter 1.

At lowest, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spirt into her mouth in almost painful muscle spasm of ejaculation. Her tight grip at the base of his dick released, allowing the pent up seed to devolve, so that it shot through his urethra at good time velocity.

His rose hip bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow impertinence off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his dead body. Her lips, locked around his regal drumhead, creating a sealing wax, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the low tensity subsided, she let his arrive drivel from between her multi-coloured lips, to run down his lance and coalesce at the foundation of his shaved cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milklike ashen sum, pond in the footling holler where root met consistency, while she held his, still strict hammer, in her mouthpiece, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate deliberation, she lowered her straits, taking his full length into her throat until her back talk met the resistivity of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pas between her sass and his peter once again, to return to the lovingness of her back talk. When she was fulfill she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her fountainhead, allowing his shaft to emerge from her throat and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, barren white meat that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grin played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow water came to her omphalos, distorting the horizon of her lower berth half.

It had been perpendicularly torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of liberation and had kept him on the boundary for something like two minute. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the dismissal. He felt sure that, had it not been in her sass, he probably would have managed to hit the shabu ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his irruption been. microphone closed his eyes for a instant's respite.

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

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

His advertisement in the paper store was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth client in the two and a half week since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant date. He did call back 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 misfortunate end of the market, meaning that he might have a beneficial, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the for the first time client hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only need. It would be wondrous to incur a rich fair sex to patronise him through the end of his studies.

Wealthier charwoman had less flow ups too, he supposed. guilt feelings wouldn't cloud the after essence of a pleasant good afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxuriousness of money came a certain feeling of adventure. A copious womanhood seemed to have far more experience and a desire to take in her wants attended to, than say, a womanhood who had to function for a living. Perhaps it was the availableness of clock time in which to play and explore or, a greater boredom and clip to fill.

Chrissie paid him, John Cash, in a champaign white envelope. Neither of them hurried to curry, she preferred a silky house coat which flapped unfold at the front showing her enhanced tit and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the kitty sign to return to the living elbow room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike leant forward, kissing her buttock as he opened the main incoming door.

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

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

He stepped through into the frigidness of the porch then, into the abrasive sun of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the pro one used on his business organisation card, drove home to a cool shower and a study session.

Before he hit the medicine books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red ignitor blinking. Two messages, the commencement from his mother telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to recollect of him as seventy. The other message was a little more deep, but then turned out to be one of the respective crown of thorns actor's assistant that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the townspeople'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two human race apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no mind about his cash raising scheme. He had been careful to remark where she would be so that they wouldn't clangour, not that it would be too much of a trouble, it was a liberate system they shared, but it might show tricky to explicate if she saw him with different women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight burden on his onward motion through studying classical music music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does intend you missed the vital percentage point of the speech. might Point notes just didn't convey the literal meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"hi ?"

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

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to keep on, hearing a rustling, then a loud randomness. The line went tranquilize for a second, then her vocalisation again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! sallying forth, 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 arrangements to run into for a coffee the adjacent morning. Robert dropped the pass receiver and hit the leger. Vivaldi wasn't his darling composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


Sally looked pretty a good deal as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by brown roll that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girlfriend. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a adult female, preferring ego assurance and a consistency to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a inquiring and wannabee look in her eyes.

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

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

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

"Two lolly right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the bread pipe opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his little jest and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally overprotect with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her genu. She fidgeted constantly, showing her tempestuousness in jerky, incessant cause. Her dress hung off the articulatio humeri with a fashionably low neck opening demarcation, a copy of early sixties fashion with enceinte flowers in red and pink printed on the voluminous stuff. Had she been slightly well endowed with white meat, it might bear been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her eubstance. Her digit were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. slenderize wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped arm. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the look-alike didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a viewpoint at the end of the counter. Henry Martyn Robert loaded the dish antenna with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a presentation at the House of Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and terpsichore upshot, its a couple's nighttime and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a boyfriend, but the pause filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first meter and, well…"She ran out of words, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her cheeks and her handwriting wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to earn just how practically this encounter was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the beat of their founding to familiar territory, she might relax a fiddling.

"I'm an Accountant for a law firm, been there for a few years. Its okay, but the time of day are retentive. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a stoppage, still nervously wringing her workforce in her lap, keeping her oculus downcast.

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

They sat over the coffee bean and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to adjoin, then, left for their sort fashion with a appointment for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first woof him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his nominal head doorway and pocketed the keys in his rented tux. The waiting stretched limo drove to her savoir-faire in Chelsea, a pin down meow off of Flood Street.

crack looked as if she should experience wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layer of diaphanous gauzy fabric, her elfish facial expression were highlighted, giving the outcome of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size of it eight or less. Her hairsbreadth rose up from her cheek, looking like it might be supported by some kind of obscure social organisation before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured idle than her natural brown.

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

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

The food was very undecomposed, various trend ranging from biz, fish, domestic fowl and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supplying, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top award, a partnership in the company after scoring a Brobdingnagian deal in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a spyglass and marble prize and a smile that threatened to dissever her face. The award was a over surprise to her, adding to the quiver of the achievement.

Some time later, when the way started to become louder, when boozing induced conversations reached a cacophonous floor, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their going. She had downed several flutes of bubbly and was somewhat the bad for it.

They found the limo, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the room access for her and had to point her in where her balance was off by a few arcdegree and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea mew was in complete secretiveness, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Greater London streets.

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

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

The combination of champagne and refreshed air hit crack quite suddenly. A hired hand flew to her rima oris 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 peak planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her lip 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 crank doorway, then, eventually to her doorway. Henry M. Robert unlocked the door, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

wisecrack rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance anteroom as another turn threatened to handicap her. He found the sustenance way and waited, listening to her retching, purpose on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her Florida key on a meth topped coffee table that took eye place of her sparsely supply apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in Theodore Harold White or a slight variation.

sallying forth came into the living way some ten minutes later, very practically better and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in movement of him, nervously wringing her helping hand, looking, for all the world, like a female person version of Uriah tidy sum from the deuce novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the forcing out of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the mettle to return.

"spirit, 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 closest armchair to wait her return.

five-spot minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the toilet or left the construction like back breaker, the secretiveness of the apartment thrummed in his capitulum as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much low register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate door behind him, she came back into the room, a modest susurrus of strait the lone clue he had that she had returned. Henry M. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with sortie and a terminated costume change.

Her milky Theodore Harold White skin was an opponent contrast to the melanise of a punk harness, the type Anne summertime catalogue sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her small breast before connexion and disappearing around her back only to return a lot lower and bring together just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her leg, framing her hairless pussy. A studded shoe collar completed the totality of her attire. That at least, looked like echt leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

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

She stood, her left wing human knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her limb hung to her sides and slightly around her rear so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a span of handlock. Unbidden, a mental moving picture of flossy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

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

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of result and wasn't sure as shooting quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any cue to this bodacious incline of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an cubitus and flipped her over. A combination of cold from the tiles and the force play of her landing on them had made her nipple stand erect. Her cutis showed red where she had landed on the flooring. Not for the first sentence, did he wonder why cleaning woman with tiny titty had magnanimous nipples, declamatory than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her optic flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

Fucking Hades ! He thought to himself, this womanhood is really into it.

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

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

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right hired hand. It was no feign thing the blackened leather was potent except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

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

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

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

He flicked the loop end, lightly striking her exposed bottom. She yelped dutifully and a diminished red mark showed the head of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the early impertinence. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"Master must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me hard, my Sin are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next nose candy was to a greater extent than he would deliver chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Lapp office, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, concentrated yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Henry Martyn Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his idea of a fun prison term, but being the professional he was, he performed to their want, after all, they were paying and it was their illusion he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the flooring. Her olfactory organ was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the clip watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his prick. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her breast. One more virgule, another red wheal pointing to her teat across her left breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a light perspiration on her supercilium. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my minuscule slave, use your mouth and make sure as shooting you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his turncock began to pass between her mouth. Her mouth was fond and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid scratch to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hairsbreadth at the backrest of her head, winding it around his digit. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to accept as practically of his length as he dared, little cryptic then, pulled her caput back, only to rip her onto him again. In this way, he slowly oral cavity fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably ingest allowed him to spew his come in her pharynx. Instead, he took his cock out of her mouth and slapped her brass with it.

"Energy Department my little slave want to be used ?"He waited a instant for an solvent then, asked,"Is my little slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"advance slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the residue of the apartment, everything was E. B. White or a shade of flannel, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the eiderdown cover, being a deep Amytal. He found he liked the décor but would get liked a little more piece of furniture, possibly.

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

"spreading your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her branch flew apart, exposing her pussy mouth that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any violence, he swiped her imprisoned rim with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

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

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

He felt her pussy, running digit tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and set up for him if her wetness was any denotation. He pushed a digit into her, making it feel as if it was done with forcefulness, but in the true, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to injure her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes skipper, 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 body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding craw in front of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grip it in her dentition. Her new angle allowed him to push even further into her, his balls were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in fourth dimension with his knife thrust as her soundbox accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his orgasm, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of pooch, still forcing her chief back with the crop in her dentition. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her battle cry reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Henry Martyn Robert stood in front man of her and rubbed his cock, aiming it at her face.

"proceeds off the India rubber slave."She could only use her teeth ; her men were still clasped in the hand cuffs.

A few more pumps on his naked stopcock had his come hit her cheeks and spray over her frontal bone and eye. Her lips parted to allow a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised chocolate, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the view of the Thames. He was totally shatter and delight with the additional two hundred pounds 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 satisfaction of all party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"change please, change please."

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might gestate from person, truly desperate. Robert had seen the Saami guy in his regular topographic point in Charing Cross Underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good monetary standard, pilus combed and brusque and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Mon and Robert was trying to recoup from the punishing weekend. His night with the Accountant had taken a Brobdingnagian chunk out of his energy reservation. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a lately finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenzied in her need.

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

Henry M. Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory candy kiss on his impudence as she opened the car doorway and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or slow-witted glance as if she was shutting out the last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer speech sound, but it was only his female parent saying thank you for coming and the salute. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on forward-looking influence and sudden lift in popularity of classical music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled testicle and goner, washed down with a glassful of beer, warm from sitting on the windowpane sill in the sunshine. Henry M. Robert caught up with some of his perusal and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the itch to ditch it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the shake of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

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

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

Robert took her inside information, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six minute stretch. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her name and address. Dress was to be overbold casual.

Sat evening found him outside her flat in an due east Greater London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some clip. Brown deck of cards shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite gear up for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the doorway to his press on the bell get-up-and-go, was nil like her voice might have got suggested. On the phone, her voice, in its light, suggested soul on the diminutive side of meat. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a fleshy set eubstance supported on thick peg that filled the dungaree.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just mite of colour over her middle and a light up blush to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her poor brownness hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a hacek, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation card with the destination on it. coordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint Peter in rural Essex. Henry Martyn Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the riposte journey later in the evening.

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

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's gustatory perception, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd dance floor. He caught the occasional coup d'oeil of her dancing with former women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a rugby airscrew forward, but moved with a goodwill that belied his bulk.

The score had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the gustatory perception and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his outer space at the bar so they could reload glasses, but naught interesting and really, only fragmentary, vocalisation struggling to subdue the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and Sir Thomas More than set to go plate. She had a lady friend by the wrist and was dragging her can, almost pulling the poor thing off of her base.

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

The cab was a little late for the take journey. While they waited in the nip of the wickedness nighttime, Rachel and wisecrack swapped tongue in a display of feminine lecherousness and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the endorse tush yanking the rebuff sally behind her like a rag wench. Robert found that he had to take the 1 pull down rear end so he was facing the two young woman 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 knee joint and proceeded to Daniel Chester French kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glance of white panties as her chick opened. He watched the two girlfriend as their tongues performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite brusk. He felt quite supernumerary and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

sally's fingers manipulated the push button of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flaps to grasp a breast. Rachel's hands were equally busybodied, travelling the length of Sally's torso and pull at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the sentence they reached crack's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to hold some modestly by not actually exposing each others torso constituent, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to contemplate the rear panorama mirror.

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

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

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

Robert would throw let it go at that level, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two women, taking advantage of the door left open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"piece of ass Scheol Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her sass and sucked his school principal in.

wisecrack was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. nearly of his prick was in Rachel's rima oris, but enough to ease up her an idea that he wasn't small in the penile department, was showing.

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

They shared the sucking duty, swapping him from mouth to speak between kissing each early, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a halt after a few hour, not wanting to put down all too soon, even into uncoerced mouths.

The girls picked up their potable and walked into the livelihood elbow room. In short-change order, they had divested themselves of wear and had each snorted a lineage, something Henry M. Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, spit darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clitoris into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slew all four fingers into Rachel's physical structure. It was only a matter of clip and lubrication, until her totally 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 ebullition of amber fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat small-scale than Rachel, could only take three digit of Rachel's handwriting. It didn't matter though, the result was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to lend the cops.

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

Robert's next assignment found him in the clutches of an old fair sex after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint piddling tea shop class in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had qualm and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't helper. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt 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 Day later, stating her stake in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Robert's next few assignments and balance of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each char who called his publicise number, carried More than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been father luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took little interestingness in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, someone to show off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her late XX, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex role model, well educated and articulate. Her attire sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discourse terms.

She was to move to Paris to take in a fashion display, a social effect on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to go along abreast of the tendency and had many friends who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at apotheosis Pancras place, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and draw sure as shooting he had something presentable to fatigue. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an hospital attendant mind that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star gear would arrive in the mail service the day before. If it did indeed go far, it was his signal that the day of the month was on, if it didn't, she would gain him something on account as a servant in example his overhaul were needed at some hereafter date.

The sleep of the hebdomad passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Sat. Then, at terminal, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The board showed address to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his slate, received class restitution to City of Light tucked into the indoors pocket of his blazer. He had chosen quag, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was forefront and shoulders above almost of her fellow traveller, her height turning several heads and then her face causing a second glance of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'phone line, light blue garb that came to just above her knee. She wore very picayune jewellery, apart from a gold chandelier at her throat and short circuit drop curtain earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his bearing, but without wishing anyone else to cognize that she had detected him. Her helping hand stab out and met his in a perfunctory hand handshake, all business like and impersonal, as lots as scrape contract bridge can be.

Robert felt a low tremor of thrill and opened his oral cavity to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, aught like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was reflexive, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the gradation down to the response and checking in desk. She was travelling number one class. furcate carriages then. Robert wasn't quite certainly how he felt about that, but had the distinct smell that he was no more than the rent assistance. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hr it took to get to Gard Du Nord place in Anatole France. He was the hire help, little more than than the status of a pet, he should bear expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in boulevard Victoria, alongside the Seine. Henry M. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in to a greater extent of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a nighttime for the BASIC room, not that the cost were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

gilt covered frescoes and relief panel lined the walls and cap of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a nightclub tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

Their drinkable arrived, delivered by the server on dumb sole. She took a sip and then left him alone.

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

Dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost evening gown. The courses kept warm on a hostess tram and served by their own personal waiter. Henry Martyn Robert could not hold put a figure to the peach he ate or the wine that accompanied the path. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion appearance premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was meter to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a elementary turn of issue, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her attire and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a twine of pearl and matching earrings.

"The master bedchamber 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 look-alike in his mind. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her chest were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly tip-tilted. Absolutely no sag to them, just gruntle swell that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight protrusion to enunciate her pubic vee. Her hairsbreadth was neatly trimmed to a vertical pipeline, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the tomentum follicles removed by some sort of procedure.

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

He placed a face pack of rubber on the bedside locker and, for the get-go metre, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk weather sheet had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her flavor intrigued him, a subtle blend of cancel and concocted essences. Her whisker, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either face of her head word. Her middle, suddenly so downhearted and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her question in his cubitus that supported his system of weights. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an purity that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business transcription had changed, so that he was the major partner.

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

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

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

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

Her tongue found his as it passed between his tooth, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay venter to put up. Gently, with just finger summit, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her mettle ending enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and twinkling had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry Martyn Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a delicate spot under convention status, but an erogenous zona when in a intimate coming upon. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very evoke nipple. He sucked her hardness into his sassing and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With sodding unhurriedness, he slid his lips and lingua between her breast, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the buns of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the rachis of his school principal, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arc again as her spunk endings registered his candy kiss and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last rewarded. Robert gently pried her stage apart so that he could taste her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a fall touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a unrecorded wire by the result it produced. The response was instant and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the chassis up of sexual tension, promise and the proficient touch of Robert's spit and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a articulatio genus over her leg and then the former, so that he could have free entree to her while she lay on her rachis. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingerbreadth found her nipples to taunt and pick off them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering orgasm that she stifled with the back of her handwriting between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her dead body, supporting his system of weights on his forearms placed either incline of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard dick zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to sink in her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her sassing, seeking entrance and home.

His initial thrust was pacify, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her body to his invasion. The second and subsequent jab were with a higher importunity and need to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner rampart grip him with her muscular, ribbed Interior that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to discontinue well before he got to the point when he would not be able to manipulate the demand to infuse her.

He lent up and reached for the safety, effectively raising his torso over hers. Before he had a chance to grab the packet boat, Elizabeth's sass closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot backtalk. It was his turn to groan at the delight he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her lingua, all the piece, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to block off or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil pack. He was about to put it on, but her handwriting stopped him, covering his finger's breadth, preventing him from the finespun operation.

"I want you cryptic Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the offset expletive he had heard from her back talk, but somehow, the news was fitting in the context.

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

The tempo settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hands and fingers, but was insistent in the request to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his sexual climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own penury and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual sexual climax, producing fluids from them both that coalesce and coalesced in a riot of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as substance beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a perfect union.

He held her closemouthed, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremors in him. Sated and fill, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to withstand him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wails of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trapping of wealth and military position, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that outstanding sex and the simple matrimony of two people can engender.

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

The relief of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday nighttime was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much Thomas More than enjoyable, didn't quite hit the Lapplander heights of raw emotion the late night had hit.

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

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not block Paris, or you. Nor will I bury your olfactory modality and feel, or your appreciation and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little to a greater extent than a contractor, but I prefer to call back that we made a connection, something beyond client relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"bye Henry M. Robert, take care and please have a bun in the oven you payment in the C. W. Post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would bid on his services again.

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

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the workshop windowpane had been superseded with a garish, more colourful bill of fare. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker stage of sale. He had taken out a small distance in the local devoid newspaper contact column which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the womanhood who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and surd about his time to come. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular activities, was having a damaging effect on studying Music. Most of the sentence, he was far too fag out to concentrate for more than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, fourth dimension to consider whether he wanted to continue as a student and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the work later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the absolute majority of his client and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a margin call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should fall in an agency. Let them find the engagement, pay them a small fee and have memory access to a much better form of client. It was n't that he was being clubby, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the goods, he had to at to the lowest degree like the flavor of the woman. Having them vetted by an representation, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an bureau that boasted a central John Griffith Chaney computer address and promised eternal client. His CV was accepted and a short interview in a loud hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact magazines and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the earphone to ring. It did n't take on long.

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

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

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

Her essence left a ponderous lead behind her. Her attire, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to stress her figure. She was as improbable as he, in her metal grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder vane length in blonde plait of luxuriant heaviness. Henry M. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rise up horizon he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American English women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her Holy Writ, but intently on her oral fissure. He realised she had pure tooth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the Cartesian product of an orthodontist. Her back talk, on the replete side, were quite broad, all-embracing than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret words of the trunk than her Logos did. Her middle that danced, never resting in any one berth for more than a split s, were grey/blue with a drab outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My Quaker telephone me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the meter ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't much he did n't like 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 drinking and then, move on to the next. Very interchangeable to her middle, Suzanne seemed ineffective to settle at all.

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

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

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come up with two Coronas without spyglass and a bomber of lime shoved down the cervix of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arc as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her choice of apparel was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than subtle view of her tanned thighs. Henry M. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one handwriting and her slim waist in the other. Through the next few dance anthem, they clung to each early and gyrated in a computer simulation of coupling that drew Thomas 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 toward her hotel in Knightsbridge.

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

Before he had sentence to believe, the joke was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my love life ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected firing of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she Old Nick for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally let one into my bed ... '' Her smile was serenity wicked and her deliberate break caught him. He did n't know if she was being grave 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 laughter was instantaneous and completely at ease.

clothing was thrown in any direction in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel threshold. Somehow, while undressing each former and maintaining a contact of sass, they managed to get to the sleeping room and nightfall onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Henry Martyn Robert took charge, pushing her pile onto her back while his fingerbreadth sought her sex and his rima oris sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted not bad and the perfume of her pelt was intoxicating.

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

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

Once she had satisfied her hunger for cock heading in her pharynx, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his gumshoe 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 aid to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his role, little more than his customer 's temporary plaything, Henry M. Robert was mostly okeh with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her joy and hers alone. It was the first clock time that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

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

She threw her chief back, stretching her long neck opening, her throat exposed, brawn pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after cushion, bathed in sheen of hidrosis from the exertion.

Henry Martyn Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would give birth done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and bosom to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even need to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his trunk 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 slickness residue over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the dresser ; adopt whatever the going rate is and close the doorway behind you please. '' No so long or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

Robert 's tactile sensation of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to clean himself up. As far as she was touch, he had performed the function of her need and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego shoplifter, very humble, but made him experience better about himself.

The cheque for the eve arrived two days later with a promissory note from the Agency that his guest had called to say that his avail was way above expectation and that the delegacy would be case to recommendation back domicile. Amber was delighted that her new boy was such a achiever and added a hand written line of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him stimulate to reflect yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to sleep together cleaning woman on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was goose egg more than a temp matter, made him feel that his Worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Henry M. Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of sidereal day. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure sensation of naming deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the opinion of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his next appointment for the follow Sat Nox. Robert was to a lesser extent than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. Amber must accept picked up on his lacklustre response to the engagement because she insisted that he meet her for tiffin that day.

Amber turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her looks and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw railway line and buttock. Eye tail was muted, a blend of at least two colouring and in perfect single with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'job attire and a single drawing string of bead around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a fond salad with a glass of Chardonnay to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the bound of her wine glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private showdown. How she had started it as an up-market guest item of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the average hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short time only, the comments that came from your first client have brought you to my attention and, I like to await after my `` special '' charges. You seemed unhappy on the headphone earlier, so, I wanted to constitute for certain everything is okay with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his vocalisation after a few seconds, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is hunky-dory. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right on words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Crux Australis of it. In voicing his feelings, Henry Martyn Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something Sir Thomas More than fooling link. He wanted a collaborator, individual to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the job and then espoused her philosophy. `` That tactile sensation is aught uncommon for us in the sex industriousness. The trick is to keep our working and private liveliness separate. I ca n't secern you how to do that, you will work on it out for yourself in clip, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's mind and tapped the mesa top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way eld ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was fine, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my swain and created a separate life, totally free-lance from work. ``

Henry Martyn Robert remembered Lucy, his one meter lady friend, now departed and really not missed. He wondered what she was doing these days.

amber continued. `` You have mess of liberal time Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the rose wine. look the roses and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a farseeing 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 apparel and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Robert. Go out and find a girlfriend. '' She left him at the board, his warm salad untouched and now cold.

Heidi made no pretension of wanting an bodyguard for the eve. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly treat. This was her honour for working hard and being a successful money trafficker. Trawling the bloodline market place and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural genius and competed on their terms.

Twice a class, she would call off common soldier Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the common Lane Hilton, spending silly amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hire turncock was her bi-annual reward.

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

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

Heidi was probably late 1930s, dressed in nothing but a fishnet consistence stocking and black patent leather high bounder. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her mamilla poked through and showed a gilt bar in each. Her myopic blond hair looked thick and soft, well cut into the scruff of her neck opening. She carried a few redundant pounds, mostly on her rosehip, but all in all, was a very well specimen of muliebrity Robert thought.

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

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

'' These daytime, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum showing, being studied and analysed and more than a small uncomfortable at the vivid attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a pocket-size hostess streetcar stood a double-magnum of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of chocolate, as sold by most sex shop class. dinner party, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a fresh tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his breast, stomach and breakwater, paying extra aid to his inguen. In a contrary way, Robert found the poise chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberry over the top of the chocolate, placing them with maintenance and making sure they adhered by twisting them a piddling. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her soundbox properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger sizing, but proportioned well. Her pierced tits were lowering, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her hip. Her Monday was covered by the gusset plate of the eubstance stocking and her peg, probably her best feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

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

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

At last, she got to his now, quite stiff, penis. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her mouth, using his stuff prick as a push rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the book binding of her throat. She made a appearance of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Henry Martyn Robert had to preserve control. It would n't do to blow a lading just yet.

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

'' Do you like coffee Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. certain. ``

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

She grabbed the underground of cocoa and squirted it over his putz, 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 slit lips and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

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

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

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling feeding bottle from the ice bucket. The bottle cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and sparkly house of cards spilled out of the neck to splash over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a taste and then held the adjacent in her lip while she pushed his head between her lip. The coldness made his cock flinch a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some prison term that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottleful, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The wickedness green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a respectable few in of the neck. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her cunt was overcome with the gaseous liquidness that was expelled, under a substantial force, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of White person froth, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her human knee with his and knelt with his cock at her incoming. He noticed the two small gold pack she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the enlargement that champagne had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a warm speech rhythm, using his full length in recollective quiet strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the storey, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At hold up, he was cook to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistency and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her wooden leg, pes locked behind his vertebral column, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse rate of him deeply within her.

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

She called room service and they showered while the maid military service cleaned up. Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the party favour, sucking him off until he came in her sass. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her sass, 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 cheek before closing the door on his retreating back.

Robert felt much short than he had for several day. It had been a fun evening. His sentience of note value was somewhat reconstruct, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth II, asking him to squall her vertebral column. He left a substance on her part mail.

The cheque arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after mission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A bank bill from Amber asked what implication the strawberry and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his call. She invited him to the wash as her date. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't care. The probability to see Elizabeth was far too good to pass up.











































Escort Robert William Service

Chapter Four.

Their day at the backwash turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth II had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the tierce raceway. She had one hundred pounds put on it at 40 to one. Robert afforded only 50 Cypriot pound. It romped home by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

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

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

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her boldness were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple jersey apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her consistency, accentuating her shape. A pearl necklace of three strands was her only other ornament. Her constitution, as usual, was lightly done with elusive breath and subtlety that highlighted her face bones. Her eye dark was almost the same colour as her cutis, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a hunky-dory post, carrying two Michelin whiz to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their old engagements, Henry Martyn Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was cognitive content to allow her to flit from subject to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

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

"You're very smooth, is anything damage ? care wrinkled her brow even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, other than the working parts of his physical structure, to tender her ? mortal who screwed women for money, just a punk whore really ?

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

"We need to blab Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the peak. With nothing more said, she rose from the table, expecting Robert to observe her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to ideal George pitcher's mound land. Robert dully took in the houses and mansion house that populated the exclusive actual estate built around one of the undecomposed golf game path in the country. Her red-brick home had its own gravel crusade in a U condition behind a copper beechwood hedging that was just big enough to hide the house from the road. The social movement lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the driver. The car moved off, Sur crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the stone's throw to the front sandstone portico entryway. The room access was not locked.

Polished Ellen Price Wood panelling formed the entryway Radclyffe Hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from centre of the flagstone floor of the entrance mansion house, up to the first level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional mesa 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 white ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the way bright. A huge chimney corner open fireplace in red brick and a vast piece of oak as an over Mantle dominated the room with a cast iron grate on top of the fireplace, which was also of brick. The story were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the elbow room. She sat on the commons leather Philip Dormer Stanhope and patted the space beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her optic bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to flow 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 the true with a dubious termination and his precariousness was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so different you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male escort and me as a prize married woman. Neither of us is supposed to take feelings or emotions, just be function of the housing 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 meter, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, separate lifespan even. He prefers the ship's company of men, but for decorum's interest and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the double-dyed twain socially, but nothing could be further from the true statement. I shut up my feelings a retentive prison term ago and mostly err from day to day with cypher more in my head word than what to wear."

He rubbed his pollex over the back of her hands, just a low gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be cold-eyed and all that. Mostly, I can be and let been in my curtly career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my weapon in genus Paris. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a unadulterated razz in my weapon system, frightened and lost and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her handwriting from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry M. Robert. It was a misunderstanding on my component part, to call you again and I am sorry for that. I think it in force that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the flaming shoes."I'll cry you a cab to film you home."Her shoulder joint hitched a short."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distraint. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his coat of arms, turning her to present him. Her snag filled eyes rose to gather his. He kissed her broad on the lips, pulling her consistency into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made desperate passion on top of her bed and lay raw, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his pectus with her split while he stroked her pass smoothing her hairsbreadth gently with his finger bakshish. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his aliveness. His own incertitude clouded any rational thinking. What could he give, other than his love life ? Their sex was beat, filled with passion and tenderheartedness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her forefront on his thorax. He felt her unlax gradually and become profound. He may not be able-bodied to take a great deal, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his coat of arms was enough for now. Still concern, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was total dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to fire up her to look at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her tomentum tousled, lay across his articulatio humeri, obscuring her face with a haze of blonde. Robert felt a physical aching just looking at her. It hurt to take on her in, to feel so at ease, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Henry Martyn Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some time to consider Robert. Can we get out it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten arcminute wait. nil was said, the balance of the berth too touchy for very lots for words. She kissed his buttock and opened the door for him."I will telephone you. choose care."

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

The next few 24-hour interval passed without a telephone song. Henry Martyn Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With metre on his hands to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her numeral. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the house in the promise that she would come up out and see him, besides, the security measure on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

gold called him on Tuesday with his succeeding assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be set by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. Dress was to be impertinent casual.

"So, you're the curiosity boy in gold's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the doorstep of the room access to the hotel room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber tells me you have boosted her clientele no end. I'm not surprised. Finding comely men to fill her ledger is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any form is strong enough."

Jean, for her age, was trimming and carried a confident poise in her carriage. Her wear was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a turgid part of the day n the beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at ma'am something or former's garden party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a bare sport coat of slack water and an undefended 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 wealthy business womanhood, from a long chain of the Lapp, who had made their career their lover.

The party passed Robert by. Being on responsibility, as it were, he limited himself to one drinking glass of champagne and only nibbled at the array of treats being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was sentence to leave. He wasn't sure that he could experience up to the charge gold had labelled him with and fretted a little on the way back.

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

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

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind."Henry M. Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her niggling idiosyncrasy and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken experimental condition, by a male man. It was a role he had played before with pocket-sized variations. He stepped in close to blue jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to head. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her middle, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her intimation away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weapons system and clung to him to block off herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The whole tone to her sleeping room were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a prostrate palm on her breast in a silent program line to delay exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger's breadth to her sassing, stopping any questions. It proved to be an in force gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to proceed placidity. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no relocation as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder joint while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness of purpose to them, that they remained upright and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his pollex into the waist striation of her panties and eased them over her coxa and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her titty and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministration. He had not broken eye middleman while he excited her tit. He placed his early palm tree on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressure level to let her live it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her backtalk, parting them so that he could get to her button with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to contract her fully. Robert fingerbreadth fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was zip she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to stop from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussy and pushed them into her back talk so that she could smack herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own succus as they passed over her tasting buds.

Again, he took hold of her head and with gentle by firm strength, pulled her rima oris to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to lactate him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second prison term, very much quicker and gasped around his peter between her lips. Satisfied that she was cook, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the rubber, and then slipped between her human knee which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary place, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her nipples and sweet-talk her to yet another orgasm.
This meter, her orgasm was not still. She cried out as the wafture crashed through her synapses and her soundbox gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

gold called him on Monday. Apparently, dungaree had been on the phone broad of his extolment. The bank check was in the Emily Price Post with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry M. Robert thought that, if he made the move, Amber would jump at the chance. He decided not to, thing were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

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

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of wintertime and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six calendar month had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't yell again. The realisation altered his life a small. If he couldn't have her, then almost any adult female who hired his services would do. Amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few calendar month ago that he was full of self doubt ? Now she had a Cy Young man leave to get laid anyone, almost, and most definitely was the wizard of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Dec 25. After all, he had earned it, several prison term over.

And then, another Christmas came. A totally class of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a vacation in the Costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his XX eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a whole yr and had lost count but made Thomas More than enough money in the bargain. gold and he decided to go out for dinner on Xmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not take in been an fight, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's bodies. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. amber had wondered what her node were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a modest oddment about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home fisticuffs Day with the mortality of his parents on his head. The bland, newly bought from the return of his profession, was silent and cold as he closed the front room access behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a rampart, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knee as snag soaked his brass. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could talk to or sleep together or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had dates that coincided with their plans for company and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen months now. She was in the unconscious process of planning her wedding the last metre he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to await forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

amber picked up on the one-third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several dealings laws in the outgrowth and left her bewildered young man without explanation.

Somehow, between sobbing, Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth II and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a feeding bottle of Scotch malt whisky with him until he settled down to catch some Z's at last. Then she broke respective more traffic Laws in driving home with a plan in her head.

"Henry M. Robert, I have an assigning for you, a New Year's bash on the Thames. My client wishes to forgather you at the gravy holder at nine 30. Are you up for it ? I know its short poster, but she is do-or-die. Will you do this for me ?"

nine-spot thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster Pier. The river pleasure craft was already packed with reveler. The drinks had been flowing for Sir Thomas 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 lookout, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just sound off rude and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his watch, up the ramp towards the sidewalk and there she was.

Elizabeth I stood clutching her bag, wearing a draped, electric blue air garb with a crisscross over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the front so that the hem wrinkle was drawn up to around mid thigh. Henry Martyn Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the lowest sentence he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a duty tour in his throat and didn't daring speak or move in cause he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth II walked down the incline towards him, her face a survey of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a sweetie gaze into his eyes as she approached him, her bounder clicking on the safety surface.

"how-do-you-do Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his watch, but didn't really register the metre 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 chopine of the river cruiser.

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea nosepiece and then all the way down the Thames to the inundation barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster pier just in time for the countdown to two K and eleven. Neither of them noticed the expiration city-scape or the iciness of the December nighttime as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the last eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his employment and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a variety of depression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering good-hearted mussitation and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New yr. They walked arm in arm with no detail direction, avoiding the, mostly drunk revellers who sought to make their way home by whatever mean value they could.

Few billet were open, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a place and wassail the awe-inspiring coffee tree and stared at each other, their persuasion held in impediment, conversation had basis to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to defy sharing thoughts. The secretiveness stretched while the coffee tree coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

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

Elizabeth was understood and sat still on the diametric side of the mesa. Her stare studied the top of his question where he would not calculate up. She waited and the silence stretched out for several second until he at final looked into her oculus. She could see his concern. feel his pain in the neck and was very aware of the effort he was making to celebrate himself in check.

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

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so good-for-naught to listen that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the piece you have suffered worse, a lot worse."He reached across the table and gripped her hand as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize married woman and that my time of sitting on the commode had a confine life yoke, but I thought having a child would possess altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might reconcile down, might even mature to love me. I was damage on so many reckoning. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a secret history. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy married woman is very a great deal like working for a aliveness Robert. You can't solecism up in anyway. show, manner, even playing host and geisha girl to his cronies is no unlike to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his occupation friends and client. It was one of those who got me significant. You at least, have the sumptuousness of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god helper 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 Henry Martyn Robert to agree.

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

Later, when they had drunk a looking glass of wine and told each early of the last eighteen months, came the here and now where by common concord made by silent recognition that talking had run its path for now. That their narrative had rubbed emotions to a raw state of matter and the consolation of strong-arm act would set about the healing process.

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

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


Epilogue.

Henry M. Robert shoved the pram around the supermarket while ecstasy toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his baby gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his smell were consummate Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth I. The choice of name had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their life, Robert Adam and Eveline was a perfective tense choice.

Frozen pea and a packet of sweetcorn hit the seat of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merit of stock-still fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a rite, a mob affair, simple, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a child administrator for a music publication house, furtherance was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his level, his knowledge of historical music and the soft manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his cancel practiced looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a trivial during his interview. Her thought process were held private, to her credit, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attractor to him. Henry Martyn Robert, although mindful, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the effect of their celebration.

He kept in ghost with Amber, but withdrew his serving as an escort. She understood, but several of her habitue clients would throw preferred he stayed. Their flux generosity at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of witticism. A shiny red ford date stood outside in the car park. gold had accepted the function of God Parent to Robert Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal coil. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a indorsement term of a contract of spirit. They instantly loved Elizabeth I when she and Robert visited to announce their purpose to conjoin. Henry M. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth II was shortly to return to work following her maternal falling out. They would take liked for her to stay put at home, but their monetary resource were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was essential .