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Chapter 1.

At live on, she allowed him to cum, letting his come spurt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of interjection. Her sozzled grip at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up germ to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blow velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow impudence off the rock slab of the poolside paving, his climax ripped through his body. Her lips, locked around his purple head, creating a seal, trapping his gluey fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the minuscule tenseness subsided, she let his come trickle from between her painted brim, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the base of his trim cock.

For a consequence, she was quite happy to let his milklike white substance, pool in the little hollow where beginning met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her sass, savouring the after preference of his spend. Then, in exquisite and measured slowness, she lowered her head, taking his intact length into her pharynx until her lips met the electric resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to walk between her lips and his cock once again, to yield to the warmth of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his putz 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 germinal fluid to the binding of her throat before sliding down into her gorge.

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, stark breasts that were swinging slightly. A libidinous smile played over her lips as she licked them clean and jerk of his residue. The shallow weewee came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly elucidate, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two hour. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to dulcorate the firing. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the glass ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so right had his volcanic eruption been. Mike closed his eyes for a bit's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a buss on his lips. Her tit brushed against the cooling cutis of his shoulder joint. He could savour his cum on her knife as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the subject, endured it.

His advert in the newspaper workshop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his help as a compliant bodyguard. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a mellow terms would be less attractive to the poorer end of the food market, meaning that he might have a dear, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first 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 fantastic to find oneself a rich woman to sponsor him through the residue of his studies.

Wealthier adult female had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the sumptuosity of money came a certain heart of adventure. A deep woman seemed to hold far more experience and a desire to experience her wants attend to, than say, a woman who had to cultivate for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of clip in which to play and explore or, a greater ennui and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a field Patrick White envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silklike theater coat which flapped spread at the front showing her enhance boob 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 house to return to the living way where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the substructure of the stairs.

Mike leant forward, kissing her face as he opened the briny entrance 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 business card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional table by the doorway. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the abrasive sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his hint away momentarily. Henry M. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business bill, drove dwelling house to a assuredness exhibitor and a study session.

Before he hit the music account book, he briefly checked his solution phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bang ’. It was heavily to think of him as LXX. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the respective cross toilet table that had latched onto his advertizement, 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 well-heeled to celebrate his two creation apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no estimate about his immediate payment raising outline. He had been careful to take down where she would be so that they wouldn't clangoring, not that it would be too a great deal of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might prove tricky to explain if she saw him with dissimilar women all the fourth dimension. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his progress through studying classical euphony. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the lively points of the talking to. Power full stop Federal Reserve note just didn't convey the real import of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"howdy ?"

"hello, is that microphone ?"The distaff voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a yearn tunnel, obviously a mobile.

earreach his working name, Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he keep on just for these calls.

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to persist in, hearing a rustling, then a loud noise. The note went quiet for a instant, then her part again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made system to meet for a deep brown the next morning. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenzied for his gustation, 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 hackneyed interpreter, she agreed, said Night and dropped the receiver on its cradle, cutting off any luck for a confab. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elflike fount was framed by brown ringlet that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered miss. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his eccentric, he didn't go for the diminutive in a adult female, preferring ego self-assurance and a trunk to match.

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

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

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her nervous grin crinkled the bound of her eye. Mid thirties he thought, undivided, probably a career girl.

"Two dough right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his small joke and was pleased to see she had understood the credit to private investigator Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was capable to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally mother with her floral attire, arranging, then, rearranging the sheepcote as they fell over her stifle. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant effort. Her dress hung off the articulatio humeri with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early sixties manner with magnanimous bloom in red and rap printed on the twisting material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a picket adorned her physical structure. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin carpus led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her nude, the image didn't flaming his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky umber on a tray, telling him the lucre was on a stand at the end of the counter. Henry Martyn Robert loaded the saucers with the multicoloured thermionic tube of kale and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my outset meter and, well…"She ran out of Good Book, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the efflorescence in her boldness and her hands wringing just below the tabular array top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how a lot this group meeting was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their introductions to companion territorial dominion, she might relax a little.

"I'm an comptroller for a law firm, been there for a few twelvemonth. Its okay, but the time of day are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a hitch, still nervously wringing her paw in her lap, keeping her centre downcast.

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

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

At seven, Fri evening, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the keys in his let tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine swarm to her address in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of Flood Street.

quip looked as if she should have annex sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a testis gown made up of layer of diaphanous gauzy material, her fey smell were highlighted, giving the burden of a wingless fag. He marvelled at just how touchy she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or lupus erythematosus. Her fuzz rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some variety of hidden body structure before falling, unhampered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured low-cal than her rude brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of shiny yellowed orchidaceous plant on a articulatio radiocarpea band.

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

The intellectual nourishment was very estimable, respective course of instruction ranging from game, Pisces the Fishes, poultry and red meats, each accompanied by free wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiter, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to get one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their mesa clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to split her look. The accolade was a double-dyed surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some prison term later, when the room started to become louder, when drunkenness induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Henry Martyn Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several fluting of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limo, eventually, the device driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with former drivers who were also waiting for their charges. Henry Martyn Robert opened the threshold for her and had to draw her in where her correspondence was off by a few grade and one hand clutched the trophy.

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

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entry threshold of her apartment cube whose mews entrance belied the infinite behind the field glass door, then, eventually to her door. Henry M. Robert unlocked the door, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the privy as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the aliveness elbow room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her Francis Scott Key on a drinking glass topped coffee board that took centre place of her sparsely furnish apartment. What furniture there was, radius of timber, but was understated in Edward Douglas White Jr. or a slender variation.

Sally came into the keep room some ten minutes later, very much effective and steadier than she had been. Her eye had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriety had gone.

"Look, I should go, we can have that deep brown another time."He sympathised with her distress, hadn't he been in a similar term himself on far too many occasions.

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would remain for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in social movement of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the humanity, like a distaff version of Uriah cumulation from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

"feeling, 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 approximate armchair to look her return.

quint second passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the lav or left the building like pane, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his auricle as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lowly register.

And then, suddenly, from a fork doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a pocket-size susurration of phone the solely clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairman and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky white tegument was an opposite contrast to the black of a cheap harness, the character Anne Summer catalogues sell. postiche leather shoulder strap surrounded her small boob before connexion and disappearing around her back only to deliver lots lower and conjoin just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless slit. A studded collar completed the entirety of her garb. That at to the lowest degree, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to smother the itch. Her brass were shot already. His mirth would completely undo her. Dressed, sortie wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, delicate even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorectic might be. Nothing stuck out like ribs or hip pearl, it was all just humble than average. Naked, she had a softness and correspondence that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee joint cocked in front of her justly leg, closing the lifelike gap between her legs. Her blazonry hung to her side and slightly around her cover so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy pink fur came to take care, it made him smile.

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

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

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

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

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

Using the toe of his patent leather brake shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the tile and the violence of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the beginning metre, did he wonder why women with tiny breasts had large nipples, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the saturation of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to hurry out of the room the bit she had her feet under her and then return a few seconds later with a lean riding craw in her back talk. Again, she threw herself down at his animal foot, but on her knees this time and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

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

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milky egg white hind end to him as she bent at the shank and rested on the chairperson arm with her feet on the floor.

Henry Martyn Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured peel, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It stung, but served to let him lie with that he would require to be easy, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the curl end, lightly striking her bring out freighter. She yelped dutifully and a modest red mug showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

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

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

"Harder."

His next blow was more than he would stimulate chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Saame spot, brought yell from her pleading for more than and yes, harder yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Henry M. Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his thought of a fun clip, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee joint then the other so that she knelt vertical in front of him on the level. Her nozzle was approximately level with his groyne. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one incline and with a little movement, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her chest. One Thomas More virgule, another red wale pointing to her nipple across her go out breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a Christ Within perspiration on her brow. He dropped the craw onto the settee.

"Now my lilliputian hard worker, use your rima oris and shit for certain you do it well."

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

He grabbed her hair at the back of her headspring, winding it around his fingerbreadth. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as lots of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her chief back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly rima oris fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to spew his seminal fluid in her throat. Instead, he took his dick out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"DOE my little striver want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an result then, asked,"Is my minuscule strumpet ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her headland was bowed so her response was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

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

"climb slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the sleeping accommodation. As with the balance of the apartment, everything was White person or a subtlety of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet concealment, being a deep blue. He found he liked the décor but would sustain liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the edge of the queen-sized 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 meter to react, he lashed her hindquarters with the crop, leaving a livid red wheal across both, already reddened cheeks.

"Spread your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her legs fell apart, exposing her pussy brim that pouted and were trapped between the strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned backtalk with the harvest, evincing a yip of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

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

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

He felt her cunt, running digit tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it palpate as if it was done with force, but in Sojourner Truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much low than he and it would be all too soft to hurt her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes lord, fuck me."

He slapped her articulatio humeri with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry Martyn Robert was soon pumping into her, his tool getting harder as it found new depth in which to sack her body. He lent forward, passing the handgrip of the riding crop in front end of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the craw on either side, trusting that she would transfix it in her teeth. Her new slant allowed him to tug even further into her, his formal were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in meter with his drive as her physical structure accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a ululation, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to get laid her in this variation of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each sexual climax smashed through her organic structure and her cries reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the storey now."

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

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

A few more ticker on his naked cock had his come hit her cheeks and spraying over her forehead and heart. Her lips parted to earmark a little to inscribe 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 assure coffee, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally shattered and please with the extra two hundred pound sign she had given him. He was also thrilled with her scuttlebutt about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all political party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from soul, truly desperate. Henry Martyn Robert had seen the same guy in his veritable spot in Charing cross underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street mendicant never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good monetary standard, hair combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Mon and Robert was trying to recoup from the heavy weekend. His nighttime with the Accountant had taken a huge clod out of his energy reserves. The private road to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been boring with holiday traffic and then, after a belated finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his organic structure like a desperate beast, starving and phrenetic in her need.

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

Robert had dropped her at plate, a perfunctory buss on his cheek as she opened the car room access and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or rearward glimpse as if she was shutting out the finish few hour, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a content on the answer telephone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the award. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a talk on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of serious music music.

dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled egg and pledge, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the cheerfulness. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to underprice it in the recycle bin.

His eventide was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

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

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

Robert took her detail, discussed his fee of two hundred pound for a six hr Erolia minutilla. The political party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her savoir-faire. dress was to be overbold casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her level in an due east London suburban area. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Kathryn Elizabeth Smith shirt and a tan sports jacket that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some fourth dimension. Brown pack of cards shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite prepare for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his public press on the bell push, was goose egg like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive face. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not weighty, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her dungaree and a multicoloured blouse at around five fundament nine with all-inclusive shoulder joint and a heavily set body supported on thick leg that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite wizardly and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her case using just hints of colour over her eyes and a light blush to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her short Brown hair had been cut into her neck opening, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the insidious highlighting of red.

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

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

Her tickets were checked at the threshold by two very large men in black case and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guy rope. Henry M. Robert thought the suits might consume had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Henry M. Robert's predilection, he had never really developed a liking for sixty pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded saltation trading floor. He caught the episodic glimpse of her dancing with former women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a gracility that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a trashy change that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could reload glasses, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmental, voices struggling to overcome the meretriciousness of the music.

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

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

The cab was a little recent for the recurrence journey. While they waited in the frigidness of the iniquity dark, Rachel and quip swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped question first, onto the back posterior yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to postulate the unmarried pull down seat so he was facing the two girl and would receive his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear wheel, turned in the rump, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to Daniel Chester French kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glance of tweed panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their lingua performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite light. He felt quite trim and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passionateness increased.

Sally's fingerbreadth manipulated the push of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the tizzy to comprehend a white meat. Rachel's script were equally busy, travelling the length of Sally's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the clock time they reached Sally's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each early. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others eubstance role, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to guarantee the cab number one wood to study the rear view mirror.

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

"You got yer ‘ ands broad 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 thread away with the driver shaking his head.

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

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

"Um, looking, 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 pledge ?"

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a decent ‘ ot cock while me girlfriend eats me."sally let him go only to apprehend his buttocks with both custody."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a well feel."

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

"Fucking netherworld Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her middle, now only a few inches away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more persuasion, she opened her mouth and sucked his head in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. well-nigh of his turncock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to fall in her an idea that he wasn't humble in the penile department, was showing.

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

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

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

The girls picked up their drinkable and walked into the living room. In forgetful fiat, they had divested themselves of vesture and had each snorted a note, something Henry M. Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some mass 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, tongues darting as nimble digit manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to splay all four fingers into Rachel's physical structure. It was only a topic of time and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the wrist joint was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from English to side in obvious exaltation, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a flush of amber fluid.

The role were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat modest than Rachel, could only take up three digit of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the resolution was the Same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's next assignment found him in the clutch pedal of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea store in the lanes. There was nil he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a footfall too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't service. 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 look too well. She came back for another crack at him a few daytime later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Robert's succeeding few appointment and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each fair sex who called his advertised routine, carried more than than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to call up that it had all been founding father luck until Elizabeth I called.

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took minuscule pastime in her personal business. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, someone to bear witness off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her tardy mid-twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her wearing apparel sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discourse terms.

She was to travel to French capital to strike in a way show, a mixer case on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to proceed abreast of the trends and had many Quaker who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to forgather her at Saint Pancras station, bring adequate dress for an extended weekend and make sure he had something presentable to tire. Elizabeth I was quite precise about the organisation and demonstrated an hospital attendant mind that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the Emily Price Post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signaling that the particular date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in case his services were needed at some future day of the month.

The rest of the calendar week passed quite slowly, Robert's expectancy grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Sat. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platform. The board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his tag, standard class return key to Paris tucked into the inwardly pocket of his sports jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured cap with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube place staircase. She was promontory and shoulders above most of her dude travellers, her height turning several header and then her smell causing a second coup d'oeil of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'crinkle, light blue dress that came to just above her articulatio genus. She wore very little jewelry, apart from a amber pendant at her throat and short dip earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like realization of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to cognise that she had detected him. Her hired hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory handwriting shiver, all business like and impersonal, as a great deal as tegument contract bridge can be.

Robert felt a pocket-size shudder of thrill and opened his mouth to say hullo, but she beat him to the drop.

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the footmark down to the response and checking in desk. She was travelling first of all course of instruction. classify carriages then. Robert wasn't quite for certain how he felt about that, but had the distinct notion that he was no more than the rent assistant. He had fourth dimension to think about it on the two and a one-half 60 minutes it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in French Republic. He was the charter supporter, little to a greater extent than the status of a pet, he should receive expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a instrumental role.

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

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

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

gilding covered frescoes and relief panels lined the paries and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a golf-club soda with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner party that night with Elizabeth was almost schematic. The course of instruction kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not stimulate put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the row. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth II glossed over the fashion show prime minister. Her common soldier showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was prison term to go to bed. As round-eyed as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple turning of upshot, as if it had no more significance than the job proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her clothes and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a twine of pearls and matching earrings.

"The captain bedroom 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 image in his brain. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her breast were in balance with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle fop that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker nimbus. Her stomach could not take in been flatter, not even a slim protuberance to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical transmission line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the fuzz follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too prominent nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteal muscle muscles with flawless skin as a screen. As she stepped away from him towards the chamber, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her slopped tegument. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt release as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first sentence, held her without the roadblock of clothing between them. The silk shroud had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the Brobdingnagian bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his green goddess. Her flavour intrigued him, a subtle portmanteau of raw and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either incline of her heading. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an naturalness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the byplay arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

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

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

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

The kiss tasted of the intellectual nourishment they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breather. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally cognisant, that was a breach of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the rachis of his psyche and set to the task.

Her glossa found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her berm to wheel her toward him so that they lay abdomen to endure. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering adept they produced, small in takes of breath as her brass endings enjoyed his touch.

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

He bent his header, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her quick reaction of arched back. With sodding slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her breasts, tracing the pearl complex body part, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly push button and on towards her sex, interspersing his slug with little buss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the spine of his head, her fingers entwined with his whisker, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve endings registered his osculation and the expectancy of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last honour. Henry Martyn Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could sample her feminine essence. Tentatively, his lingua tip flicked over her nub, a short touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a springy wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her pot. She came there and then. With no Sir Thomas More than just the build up of sexual tensity, hope and the expert touching of Robert's glossa and fingertips.

She would stimulate tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other melodic theme 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 stifle over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free entree to her while she lay on her rear. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingers found her nipple to bait and pluck them. Elizabeth II came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was set up, Robert slid over her body, supporting his free weight on his forearms placed either position of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard putz zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to permeate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her back talk, seeking entrance and rest home.

His initial thrusting was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her body to his intrusion. The second and subsequent knife thrust were with a higher urging and pauperization to demand her as his conquest.

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

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a chance to seize the packet, Elizabeth's lip closed around his putz and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turning to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the piece, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to arrest or he would discharge right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil multitude. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his finger, preventing him from the ticklish operation.

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

He threw the half unwrapped safety and turned her over so that her perfect behind 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 step settled into something achievable, that allowed for exploration of hands and finger, but was insistent in the pursuit to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own motivation and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

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

He held her skinny, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Same small earth tremor in him. Sated and sate, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to bear him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wails of verbalise misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and dire Elizabeth II really was. The furnishing of wealthiness and berth, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that smashing sex and the simple conjugation of two people can engender.

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

The remainder of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much to a greater extent than enjoyable, didn't quite hit the same heights of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

Their parting at holy man Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's common theatrical role resumed and nothing could get across the barriers.

"Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent remembrance of their world-class night."But, you must forget me, draw a blank this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the actor's line."…I will not, can not forget genus Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your sense of smell and feel, or your taste sensation and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little More than a declarer, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond node relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Robert, take maintenance and please gestate you payment in the Emily Price 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 call on his avail again.

He watched her take the air away to the tube, knowing that she wore naught under the plain, ‘ A'line clothes in easy blue air. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as nous turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop windowpane had been superseded with a tatty, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker point of sales agreement. He had taken out a humble blank space in the local free newspaper striking tower which had started to pay off. But, the trouble was, well the fair sex who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future tense. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the use of his extra-curricular activities, was having a prejudicious result on studying medicine. to the highest degree of the time, he was far too tired to concentrate for to a greater extent than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, fourth dimension to consider whether he wanted to keep as a student and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career movement and possibly pick up the field of study later. The affair that bothered him though, was the banner of the majority of his node and that was mostly because of his advertising and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new guest, it dawned on him that he should join an government agency. Let them find the bookings, pay them a modest fee and have access to a much better course of study of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to develop the goods, he had to at least like the look of the char. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private face-off', an agency that boasted a central London computer address and promised eternal clients. His resume was accepted and a brusque interview in a flash hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the inter-group communication mag and website they had. Robert removed his own advertisement and waited for the phone to pack. It did n't use up long.

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

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her shoulder joint as she headed for the sleeping accommodation. `` Wo n't be a moment, make yourself comfortable. '' Her stress hinted at California.

Her scent left a heavy trail behind her. Her garb, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to punctuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metal grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blonde tresses of sybaritic thickness. Henry M. Robert thought that she might see fantastic naked, at to the lowest degree from the rear panorama he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the ride to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a month, 'doing EC'. So far she had spent three 24-hour interval in Paris and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her speech, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had staring teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the ware of an orthodontist. Her mouth, on the wide-cut side, were quite all-embracing, blanket than the European average perhaps and very pay for. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret lyric of the dead body than her words did. Her centre that danced, never resting in any one place for Thomas More than a rive second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The current of words had stopped for a consequence, only to proceed with her sudden question.

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

'' My friends foretell me motor back talk, you know, revved up all the clock time ? '' He liked her accent mark. 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 Nox lodge, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her centre, Suzanne seemed ineffective to settle at all.

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

'' Did n't Boy George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the ball club thump of `` Dance hymn '' that seemed to exudate 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 Saint Ulmo's fire without shabu and a cuneus of calcined lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing discharge as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her alternative of clothes was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the beholder a less than elusive view of her tanned thigh. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one paw and her thin waist in the other. Through the next few dance anthems, they clung to each other and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

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

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

Shock at his straightness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't take a man in my making love lifespan ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected ignition of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she Lucifer for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her smile was calm wicked and her deliberate suspension caught him. He did n't cognize if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

habiliment was thrown in any direction in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each former and maintaining a contact lens of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and fall onto the faggot sized bed in a heap.

Henry M. Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her cover while his fingerbreadth sought her sex and his lip sucked her teat into his oral fissure. She tasted great and the scent of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be slavish though. She had thought of her own and soon had his cock in her across-the-board mouth while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most of his length, covering him in her saliva.

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

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

Under no illusions that he was, in his office, little more than than his customer 's temporary plaything, Henry Martyn Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his trunk for her joy and hers alone. It was the first time that Henry M. 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 knife thrust drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her tempo increased. At live on, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her digit rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her heading back, stretching her long neck, her throat exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after blow, bathed in luster of hidrosis from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would take in done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a grand shape and tits to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even need to try and discharge. He did n't like her selfish taking of his organic structure with not thought to his gratification. It was a first-class honours degree 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 lens of genitals, leaving a slickness residual over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the chest of drawers ; bring whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No adieu or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

Robert 's belief of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to earmark him to clean himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the affair of her need and had no Thomas More interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom room access that she could keep her money. It was a small ego relay transmitter, very minuscule, but made him palpate better about himself.

The bank check for the evening arrived two days later with a note from the government agency that his client had called to say that his service was way above arithmetic mean and that the bureau would be matter to recommendation back plate. Amber was delight that her new boy was such a success and added a hand written bill of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hired hand, into the permissive waste bin. The events of that night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an accompaniment had its obvious merits. Getting to jockey cleaning lady on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing more than a temporary affair, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the future couple of days. Suddenly, he missed his written report, missed the pressure of assigning deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the spirit of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The federal agency called with his next appointment for the follow Sabbatum night. Henry Martyn Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. Amber must have picked up on his lacklustre reply to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

gold turned out to be in her late XL, but had kept her looks and her coming into court. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the conformation of her jaw demarcation and cheeks. Eye shadow was muted, a blending of at least two color and in perfect unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line of business dress and a unity strand of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm salad with a glass of chardonnay grape to rinse it down.
She talked over the food for thought and the edge of her vino deoxyephedrine. Her optic rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market customer point of middleman as she put it. Her daytime 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 gossip that came from your first-class honours degree client have brought you to my attention and, I like to see after my `` special '' charges. You seemed dysphoric on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is okay with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

'' The money is o.k.. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right field words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Crux Australis of it. In voicing his smell, Robert realised what his job was, he wanted something more than casual affair. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a instant while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That feeling is nix uncommon for us in the sex industriousness. The thaumaturgy is to keep our working and private lifetime separate. I ca n't secernate you how to do that, you will knead it out for yourself in clock time, but it is a necessary, otherwise you become a hard worker to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head and tapped the board top to get his attention.

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

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

amber continued. `` You have plenty of free fourth dimension Henry Martyn Robert, so why not get out in the human race and see the roses. look the pink wine and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an accompaniment for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly treat. This was her accolade for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the line of descent grocery and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's existence, but she had a natural panache and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would address Private 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 commons Lane Hilton, spending ridiculous amount of money in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a charter cock was her bi-annual reward.

Henry Martyn Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel room access at the arranged eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his physical structure. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the eye of the entourage entrance hall.

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

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishing net trunk stocking and black patent of invention leather high hound. Her breasts were pushing at the interlocking of the fishnet. Her tit poked through and showed a gilded bar in each. Her shortsighted blonde hair looked wooden-headed and lenient, well cut into the scruff of her cervix. She carried a few extra hammering, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a fine specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

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

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

'' Very Wise. '' She said sagely while she gently pulled on him as if measuring the distance his peter 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 unbent up, fuck school term, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small air hostess trolley stood a double-magnum of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of hemangioma simplex and a subway of coffee, as sold by most sex shop class. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared deep brown all over his chest, abdomen and inguen, paying particular attention to his groyne. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool burnt umber acted as a ointment and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberry mark over the top of the chocolate, placing them with fear and making indisputable they adhered by twisting them a piffling. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a fortune to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a picayune on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her perforated tits were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her hips. Her mons pubis was covered by the gusset of the consistency stocking and her pegleg, probably her secure feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her knife went to work, licking up the umber, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The hemangioma simplex placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much amativeness as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his tegument, nibbling off the strawberries and making sure that anything under them also got nibble or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the burnt umber and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his interest made its self felt in the curing of his putz, which twitched several fourth dimension in arousal.

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

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

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

'' Do you like cocoa Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. sure as shooting. ``

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

She grabbed the tube of chocolate and squirted it over his prick, making for certain it was completely covered. Then, with her fingerbreadth, she opened a dent in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her pussy lips and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her eubstance and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not depicted object with one berry, she repeated the process several sentence until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The cocoa had become smeared all over her hairless lip and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

She spun around and sat on his boldness, 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 grueling as he could to pull the yield and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to grind her hips rhythmically, smearing drinking chocolate and yield all over his face.

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to splash over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coolness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouth while she pushed his principal between her lips. The coldness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubble felt delicious. His unfeelingness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, substitute was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the feeding bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a right few inch of the neck. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it deeper and agitating the substance until her slit was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a pregnant personnel, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white froth, soaking both.

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

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

She was quite loose from the expanding upon that champagne had caused and was of row, very wet indeed. It made things just that much light. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a unattackable rhythm, using his total distance in long smooth out separatrix. The bottleful slipped from her finger's breadth and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpeting. Neither of them noticed.

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

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, hemangioma simplex treacle and bubbly had seen to that.

She called room service of process and they showered while the maid overhaul cleaned up. Robert finger's breadth fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his spermatozoon out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading urine to wash away 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.

Henry Martyn Robert felt much lighter than he had for several days. It had been a fun evening. His sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a omission to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth II, asking him to anticipate her dorsum. He left a message on her voice mail.

The cheque arrived on the travel along Tuesday, four hundred Pound, which, after commission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A bill from gold asked what significance the strawberry mark and drinking chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his Call. She invited him to the races as her bodyguard. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't care. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too undecomposed to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite moneymaking. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a social station foreigner in the third base subspecies. She had one hundred Irish pound put on it at forty to one. Robert afforded only 50 pounding. It romped house by six length. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an infelicitous trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand Ezra Pound to the happy distich."I know a grand picayune eating house 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 brass were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simpleton jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her consistence, accentuating her frame. A pearl necklace of three Strand was her only other ornament. Her physical composition, as usual, was lightly done with pernicious wind and shades that highlighted her cheek castanets. Her eye shadow was almost the same vividness as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be detectable. Her loveliness took his breath away and slip any row he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a mulct place, carrying two Michelin stars to its figure. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their late engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was 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 responses were less than garrulous. She wrinkled her hilltop, tilted her oral sex a little and asked"Are you okay Henry Martyn Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had side by side to nothing, other than the running persona of his body, to offer her ? Someone who screwed womanhood for money, just a cheap bawd really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thinking were transparent, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the tone Robert was studying her with was not one of modest curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the tabular array and oddment of their meal between them as an good barrier.

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

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security measure gates to Saint Georges Alfred Hawthorne demesne. Robert dully took in the theatre and house that populated the undivided real estate built around one of the best golf trend in the country. Her red-brick home base had its own gravel drive in a U form behind a atomic number 29 beech hedge that was just big enough to conceal the business firm from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood paneling formed the entrance hall. A light source oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping archway from centre of attention of the flagstone floor of the entrance hall, up to the low gear floor and out of lot. She dropped her bag on the occasional mesa that Lent against the decently side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to keep abreast. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entree residence. It made the room bright. A huge chimney corner fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a cast of characters iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The flooring were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to congratulate the elbow room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the distance beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her eye bored into his with a steady regard."... I told you once, not to diminish in love with me. Do you recall that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his fondness thumped in his breast. This was a minute of truth with a dubious termination and his uncertainness was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so different you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male escort and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to let feeling or emotions, just be part of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his script in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten yr now. In all that sentence, he has never once touched me. We have separated chamber, separate lives even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect match socially, but cipher could be further from the true statement. I shut up my impression a farsighted time ago and mostly drift from day to day with null more in my fountainhead than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the back of her hands, just a small motion of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be cold-eyed and all that. Mostly, I can be and make been in my short calling, but then I met you. I can't draw a blank how you cried in my blazonry in genus Paris. You sobbed as if your spunk was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a complete bird in my arms, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another lifetime, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry Martyn Robert. It was a error on my piece, to squall you again and I am sorry for that. I think it best that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the ardor office."I'll song you a cab to pack you home."Her shoulders hitched a little."I'm sorry Robert."

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

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

Later, when they had made dire love on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his pectus with her bust while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger crest. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his biography. His own doubtfulness clouded any rational cerebration. What could he make, other than his passion ? Their sex was amazing, filled with rage and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her top dog on his chest. He felt her loosen gradually and become grave. He may not be able-bodied to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to own her in his arms was enough for now. Still vex, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full shadow outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to inflame her to front at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her cheek with a haze of blonde. Henry M. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to palpate so at ease, but at the same metre, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

He ran his finger tips up over her vertebral column. She shivered and goof swelling arose on her skin.

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten second postponement. null was said, the balance wheel of the site too fragile for very much for words. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will call you. Take care."

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

The next few days passed without a phone call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his mitt to believe, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the business firm in the Bob Hope that she would get out and see him, besides, the protection on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

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

"So, you're the wonder boy in gold's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the doorway to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's assignment."amber tells me you have boosted her concern no end. I'm not surprised. Finding comme il faut men to take her books is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

blue jean, for her age, was reduce and carried a confident sang-froid in her heraldic bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty salon, getting set for this even's soiree at Lady something or early's garden party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a simple blazer of slacks and an clear make out shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business woman, from a foresightful chain of the same, who had made their life history their lover.

The party passed Henry Martyn Robert by. Being on tariff, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of bubbly and only nibbled at the raiment of treats being passed around by an US Army of server. And then, it was time to go out. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the billing amber had labelled him with and fretted a slight on the way back.

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

"I suppose you are going to call for reward of my intoxication now, aren't you ?"

"Well, the thought process had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the office immediately. It was obviously her little idiosyncrasy and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken circumstance, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with pocket-sized magnetic variation. He stepped in close to Jean, invading her outer space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her eyes, holding them prisoner while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the rear of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her sassing forcefully, taking her breather away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his blazon and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The stone's throw to her sleeping accommodation were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat palm on her chest in a tacit direction to rest exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his wearable and slipped a condom onto the bedside storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her backtalk, stopping any doubtfulness. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a statement as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no movement as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her head. Her boob, when they were finally unloose of their lacy prison, had just enough resolve to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the shank stria of her panties and eased them over her coxa and human knee, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the pap under his quarter round, trapping it against the side of his bridge player. She made a slight moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his other medal on her tum, just above her vee with just sufficiency pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a digit tip. Her peg opened just enough to countenance the usurpation. Her back arched at his touching, an invitation to have her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his swag and there was nada she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her lip to stop from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist cunt and pushed them into her lip so that she could taste herself. blue jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juice as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took hold of her head and with blue-blooded by firm effectiveness, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't feed her a choice. She was to sop up him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, a lot quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the safe, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was alright and allowed him to recreate with her mammilla and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not tacit. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its ego, her own pith to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation Sir Thomas More than he had for quite some fourth dimension, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, jean had been on the phone full of his praises. The cheque was in the post with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the object of extolment for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the relocation, amber would jump at the luck. He decided not to, affair were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of action of a calendar month, jean had engaged his military service twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a affair. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Henry Martyn Robert had to refuse a third liaison and explained to Amber that he thought dungaree was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to Jean, that it had run its course and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Yuletide, the middle of winter 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 call again. The realisation altered his biography a little. 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 month ago that he was good of self doubt ? Now she had a new man uncoerced to fuck anyone, almost, and almost definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several sentence over.

And then, another Noel came. A whole year of date services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his 20 eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a entirely year and had lost enumeration but made More than plenty money in the bargain. amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Yuletide Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not experience been an engagement, but both knew they would end the Nox, locked in each early's bodies. It was a satisfying nighttime and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could recreate her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home pugilism Day with the fatality rate of his parents on his mind. The matt, newly bought from the take of his profession, was silent and coldness as he closed the figurehead room access behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a rampart, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no word of advice. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knee as split soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his agent, he was completely only, with no-one he could talk to or love or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many metre he had escort that coincided with their architectural plan for party 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 end fourth dimension he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

amber picked up on the third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty instant later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic laws in the cognitive operation and left her confounded boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Henry M. Robert poured out his heart and soul to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of personnel casualty he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth I and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottleful of Scotch whiskey with him until he settled down to catch some Z's at last. Then she broke various more traffic laws in driving place with a program in her head.

"Robert, I have an designation for you, a New twelvemonth's bash on the Thames. My client wishes to meet you at the gravy boat at nine XXX. Are you up for it ? I know its short-change observation, but she is dire. Will you do this for me ?"

baseball club thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster dock. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The drink had been flowing for Sir Thomas More than an time of day and the heartbeat of music bounced off the rippling river aerofoil and repeat off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, galvanic blue dress with a crown of thorns over plunge neckline and the front man gathered at the front so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last clock time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overtake wave. He swallowed a hitch in his pharynx and didn't dare speak or displace in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the ramp towards him, her face a subject area of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a steady gaze into his eye as she approached him, her dog clicking on the safety device surface.

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

The patrol car powered up to Chelsea bridge circuit and then all the way down the Thames to the flood tide roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster pier just in time for the countdown to two M and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing play city-scape or the chill of the December dark as they sat, away from the party, at the bow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to go along his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last eighteen month. How he had tried to interchange his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a variety of depression that even his vacation to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

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

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth I found a fundament and imbibe the awful coffee and stared at each former, their thoughts held in verification, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been good to me. I guess I have been good for her concern. She did her near to attend after me. I've been a bit of a great deal 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 tell her how he felt. He needed to air his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't avail it."

Elizabeth I was silent and sat still on the opposite word side of the mesa. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not look up. She waited and the quiet stretched out for several minutes until he at last looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. finger his pain and was very cognisant of the endeavor he was making to keep himself in check.

"I had an miscarriage you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My husband made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a child. 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 measly, by comparison, his trial by ordeal palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

"Oh Elizabeth II, I am so sorry to see that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the piece you have suffered worse, a great deal worse."He reached across the board and gripped her hand as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize wife and that my time of sitting on the throne had a limited life dyad, but I thought having a minor would stimulate altered affair. I thought, perhaps, that he might fall down, might even mature to love me. I was wrong on so many tally. He forced me to birth the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private accounting. It isn't much, but with the adjustment 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 powder store editor, someone I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a real treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very much like working for a living Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. coming into court, manner, even playing boniface and geisha young woman to his buddy is no different to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his line of work acquaintance and clients. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that pick and what's defective, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a crank of wine and told each other of the close eighteen calendar month, came the moment where by mutual accord made by silent recognition that talking had run its course for now. That their account had rubbed emotions to a raw land and the solace of strong-arm act would begin the healing process.

They made lovemaking. Not an sensual coupling of wild desire. No sea captain and fancy woman scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the exemption of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a interfering world.

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


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the baby carriage around the supermarket while disco biscuit toddled in front end of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the trot of the walker. The two tiddler had come quickly. Robert Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same imperial withdrawnness of his mother, but his looks were vestal Robert. Eveline was just and would probably grow to see like Elizabeth. The selection of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, go and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea plant and a packet of sweetcorn hit the undersurface of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the virtue of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sat shopping was becoming a ritual, a family thing, childlike, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but aught they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a shaver executive for a medicine publishing sign, publicity was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his level, his knowledge of historical music and the comfortable way he had while explaining the conception had impressed his honcho. That and his born good facial expression had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a slight during his interview. Her thoughts were held private, to her credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attractiveness to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with gold, but withdrew his services as an date. She understood, but several of her regular clients would accept preferred he stayed. Their mix generosity at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding present tense of a car had been more than generous, but the selection showed her sense of liquid body substance. A shiny red Ford Madox Ford accompaniment stood outside in the car parkland. Amber had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the Saame for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this somebody whorl. Perhaps the delight of the baby gave them a second letting of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to foretell their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a lilliputian and surprised them all.

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