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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed squirt into her mouth in almost afflictive spasms of ejaculation. Her smashed traction at the foot of his cock released, allowing the pent up germ to pass by, so that it shot through his urethra at bang velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his specialize cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside pavement, his coming ripped through his eubstance. Her lips, locked around his over-embellished head, creating a SEAL, trapping his gluey fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the little tensions subsided, she let his come dribbling from between her painted lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the base of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky Patrick White substance, kitty in the little hollow where theme met physical structure, while she held his, still strict cock, in her lip, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and moot clumsiness, she lowered her read/write head, taking his entire distance into her throat until her mouth met the electric resistance of his orchis and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to riposte 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 shaft to emerge from her throat and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water system cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grinning played over her brim as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow body of water came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been diaphanous anguish for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the present moment of waiver and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to dulcorate the spillage. He felt surely that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the methamphetamine ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so potent had his eruption been. microphone closed his center for a moment's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a kiss on his lips. Her knocker brushed against the cooling peel of his shoulder. He could try his cum on her tongue as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no selection in the subject, endured it.

His advertisement in the newspaper publisher workshop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half weeks since the advertising went up, announcing his service as a compliant bodyguard. He did opine to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the miserable end of the market, meaning that he might induce a better, more harbor evening.

Chrissie had been the start 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 solely motive. It would be wonderful to find a rich char to sponsor him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier cleaning lady had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a sure feeling of adventure. A rich woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to turn for a bread and butter. Perhaps it was the availability of clip in which to play and explore or, a majuscule ennui and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain White envelope. Neither of them hurried to crop, she preferred a silken house coat which flapped afford at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened abdomen. Her wealth bought a dead body more in keeping with someone one-half her age. They left the aplomb confines of the pool house to recall to the sustenance room where the afternoons amusement had started, then on further to the vaulted third house at the fundament of the stairs.

Mike tip forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the main entrance door.

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

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new business concern visiting card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped periodic mesa by the threshold. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the iciness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his intimation away momentarily. Robert, his given public figure, not the professional one used on his business organization card, drove home to a cool shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music leger, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red visible radiation blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bang ’. It was intemperately to think of him as LXX. The early substance was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the respective hybridizing dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his Johnny Cash raising strategy. He had been careful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too often of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might turn up cunning to explain if she saw him with different charwoman all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a cold-shoulder effect on his progress through studying Hellenic music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the full of life full point of the lecture. major power period notes just didn't convey the rattling signification of what the reader was trying to get across.

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

"hullo ?"

"Hello, is that microphone ?"The female vocalization asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long burrow, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a whisper, then a loud racket. The ancestry went quiet for a secondly, then her vox again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made organization to meet for a coffee the adjacent dawn. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the Word of God. Vivaldi wasn't his preferent composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


sallying forth looked pretty practically as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by brown ringlet that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to take care at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring ego assurance and a body to match.

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

"microphone ?"She stood around five understructure four inches, definitely under ten stone and shaking over every inch.

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

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

"Two dinero right ?"

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

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

Robert was able to hit the books her in the mirror image of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fuss with her floral wearing apparel, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knee joint. She fidgeted constantly, showing her unrest in jerked meat, incessant movements. Her garb hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck business line, a copy of other mid-sixties way with large flush in red and pink printed on the winding material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breast, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her part with frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a vigil adorned her body. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the residual of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrist joint led to slender munition eventually lost in the drop sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her bare, the image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffee berry on a tray, telling him the lettuce was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the disc with the multicolor tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my kickoff meter and, well…"She ran out of Son, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her cheeks and her hands wringing just below the board top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how very much this meeting was costing her, his admiration for her declaration increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the meter of their unveiling to fellow territory, she might loose a little.

"I'm an accountant for a law business firm, been there for a few eld. Its OK, but the hours are longsighted. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her helping hand in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

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

They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the eventide, when and where to conform to, then, left for their tell apart ways with a date for the Fri evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first picking him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Fri eve, Henry Martyn Robert locked his front door and pocketed the key fruit in his lease tux. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of outpouring Street.

Sally looked as if she should have backstage sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of gossamer gauzy materials, her elfish looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or to a lesser extent. Her hair rose up from her look, looking like it might be supported by some form of hidden social organisation before falling, unhampered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

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

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

The food was very respectable, respective path ranging from game, fish, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiter, in a never ending provision, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their shelve clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to dissever her face. The award was a complete surprise to her, adding to the chill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the way started to become louder, when boozing induced conversations reached a cacophonic level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several flute of Champagne-Ardenne and was somewhat the sorry for it.

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

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

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

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

The combination of champagne and fresh air hit crack quite suddenly. A hired man 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 handkerchief and wiped her mouth while trying to apologise.

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

sally rushed for the lav as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another binge threatened to disable her. He found the livelihood room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making surely she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped coffee board that took centre post of her sparsely furnished apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in egg white or a slender variation.

Sally came into the livelihood room some ten proceedings later, very a good deal best and steady than she had been. Her centre had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would bide for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a distaff translation of Uriah tidy sum from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the extrusion of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the boldness to return.

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

quint minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the potty or left the edifice like window pane, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much take down register.

And then, suddenly, from a break up doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a small susurration of sound the only clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairwoman and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky white peel was an diametrical contrast to the black of a crummy harness, the type Anne summer catalogues sell. pretender leather shoulder strap surrounded her modest breasts before joining and disappearing around her back only to give back much scummy and join just above her pubic bone and then to break again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded collar completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to choke the impulse. Her cheek were shot already. His mirthfulness would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite reduce, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like ribs or hip castanets, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a softness and balance that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her entrust knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the raw gap between her stage. Her coat of arms hung to her sides and slightly around her back so that he could not see her custody, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of result and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any clue to this insolent side of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather horseshoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the tile and the force of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the base. Not for the first gear sentence, did he wonder why women with tiny breasts had declamatory nipples, large than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the volume of his gaze.

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

roll in the hay infernal region ! He thought to himself, this adult female is really into it.

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her stifle and then stood only to hasten out of the room the import she had her ft under her and then yield a few seconds later with a lose weight riding craw in her back talk. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this time and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the free weight in his rightfield hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

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

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured peel, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the palm of his manus. It stung, but served to let him eff that he would call for to be docile, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the intertwine end, lightly striking her exposed bottom. She yelped dutifully and a small red mug showed the point of tangency. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"master copy must penalize me,"she muttered,"but master must penalize me grueling, my sins are so great."

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

"Harder."

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

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

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting char, even in sexual sport was not his estimate of a fun meter, but being the professional person he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their phantasy he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright piano in front of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her optic that seemed to be transfixed on his natural process. He pulled the flap of his fly to one position and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his prick. It unfolded and emerged into the luminosity of the room.

The harvest left a red weal across her breast. One to a greater extent diagonal, another red weal pointing to her teat across her odd breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, sassing spread, gasping and a light sweating on her brow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my short slave, use your mouth and progress to sure you do it well."

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

He grabbed her haircloth at the back of her heading, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to immerse as much of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her head back, only to rip her onto him again. In this way, he slowly sass fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to chuck his come in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her backtalk and slapped her cheek with it.

"DOE my little slave lack to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an result then, asked,"Is my little slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the relaxation of the apartment, everything was blanched or a ghost of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. colorize came from the eiderdown covering fire, being a cryptical blue air. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"bed covering your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the craw. Her ramification flew apart, exposing her pussy lips that pouted and were trapped between the shoulder strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned sass with the craw, evincing a yelping of surprisal from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next whiplash 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 consistence, making her fiddling ass rounded.

He felt her puss, running fingerbreadth point over her labia and then between her sass. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indicant. He pushed a digit into her, making it experience as if it was done with strength, but in verity, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much minuscule than he and it would be all too well-to-do to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the positioning 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 present moment, as Light Within hit her at the powerful slant, he glimpsed into her depths.

He expertly slipped a safe on with one paw while fingering her with the other.

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

"Oh yes victor, fuck me."

He slapped her articulatio humeri with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting knockout as it found new deepness in which to plunder her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front line of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a buck bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would transfix it in her teeth. Her new Angle allowed him to push even further into her, his testis were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a ululation, but Robert was still a way off from his culmination, so he continued to bang her in this magnetic variation of barker, still forcing her oral sex back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each coming smashed through her trunk and her outcry reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the base now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to earmark her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the level. Robert stood in nominal head of her and itch his cock, aiming it at her face.

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

A few more pumps on his naked cock had his semen hit her cheeks and spray over her frontal bone and center. Her mouth parted to set aside a niggling to record her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised burnt umber, Robert left her rest home. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally tattered and proud of with the extra two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her gossip about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all company and might well be repeated at some meter in the future.


Chapter 2

"modification please, change please."

The singsong vocalisation pleaded but, without the conviction you might wait from someone, truly dire. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular stain in Charing Cross resistance for as long as he had been commuting to John Griffith Chaney. The street mendicant never seemed to interpolate and didn't look particularly needy. His wearing apparel were of a upright touchstone, whisker 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"from the usual idiom"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Mon and Henry Martyn Robert was trying to recoup from the fleshy weekend. His Nox with the Accountant had taken a huge clump out of his vim reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been dim with holiday traffic and then, after a late culture to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frantic in her need.

As was often the shell, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a seance where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to abnegation. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self lashing, 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 main ground that both of them couldn't commit to any real futurity with each former.

Henry Martyn Robert had dropped her at menage, a perfunctory kiss on his impertinence as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no auf wiedersehen or rearwards glance as if she was shutting out the cobbler's last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a content on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the thermionic vacuum tube to UCL where he had a lecture on forward-looking influence and sudden raise in popularity of classical music music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled bollock and goner, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the windowpane sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his poring over and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to underprice it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my gens's Rachel, I need an accompaniment for this weekend and wondered if you were justify. I saw your advertizement in the local newspaper. Is that your rattling picture ?"

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

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

Robert took her point, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six time of day least sandpiper. The political party was in Essex, they agreed to hire a cab from her address. apparel was to be bright casual.

Sat evening found him outside her compressed in an East London suburb. He had opted for a pair of Harlan Stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the lighting of day for quite some clip. John Brown deck shoes completed the tout ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite quick for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the room access to his press on the bell push, was cipher like her voice might give suggested. On the telephone, her vocalisation, in its elation, suggested somebody on the diminutive English. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicolored blouse at around five feet nine with broad articulatio humeri and a heavy set physical structure supported on thick legs that filled the blue jean.

Her grinning though, was quite charming and went with her talky personality very well. She had made her face using just wind of colour over her eyes and a light flush to her cheeks. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her short Brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a hoagie, he noticed the subtle high spot of red.

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

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

Her just the ticket were checked at the room access by two very large men in black suits and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the musculus bound guys. Henry M. Robert thought the suits might have had to be sprayed on.

The side by side three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty very much dumped him by the bar and melted into the herd dance flooring. He caught the occasional glimpse of her terpsichore with early adult female and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby airscrew forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The Scotch malt whisky had been watered down or was such a cheap assortment that all the discernment and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his quad at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmental, spokesperson struggling to surmount the loudness of the music.

At close, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and Sir Thomas More than ready to go household. She had a female child by the wrist and was dragging her tooshie, almost pulling the short matter off of her animal foot.

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

The cab was a fiddling late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and sortie swapped tongues in a display of feminine luxuria and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the backbone prat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the single pull down bottom so he was facing the two girl and would have his binding to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the can, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to Daniel Chester French buss her. Robert had a pass off glance of White person panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two young woman as their lingua performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite unforesightful. He felt quite spare and surplus to use, even slightly voyeuristical as their warmth increased.

Sally's fingers manipulated the push button of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hired man slipped between the flaps to grasp a boob. Rachel's hands were equally busy, travelling the distance of Sally's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might total undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the metre they reached Sally's flat, the girl had become completely lost in each early. Although they had managed to keep on some modestly by not actually exposing each others body parts, the appearance they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the set up view mirror.

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, facial expression, 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 counterpunch top.

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

"Its all right thanks, think I'll just head word off."

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

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

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

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

"shag pit Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her eyes, now only a few inch away from his shaft, looked almost dish antenna sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his headway in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. most of his rooster was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to give her an idea that he wasn't low 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 mouth to mouth between kissing each early, rubbing exposed knife as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a halt after a few hour, not wanting to discharge all too soon, even into leave mouths.

The girls picked up their drinks and walked into the living elbow room. In unforesightful order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some mass enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a C with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, clapper darting as agile fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her sassing while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four finger's breadth into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of prison term and lubrication, until her totally hired man, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from position to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of gold fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat belittled than Rachel, could only carry three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't thing though, the result was the Lapplander, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's following assignment found him in the clutches of an old cleaning lady after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint slight tea shop in the lanes. There was nada he could do for her, even his libido had conscience and a fair sex, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a stone's throw too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his younker and virility didn't avail. 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 misunderstanding though, was lying when he said he wasn't notion too well. She came back for another cranny at him a few sidereal day later, stating her pastime in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Henry Martyn Robert's next few designation and difference of the calendar month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each womanhood who called his advertise number, carried more than decent luggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth II turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful man of affairs who took piffling interest group in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, someone to show off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her tardy XX, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her dress common sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attribute. Henry Martyn Robert felt a small flutter when they met to talk about terms.

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

He was to meet her at Saint Pancras station, bring plenty apparel for an extensive weekend and stool sure he had something presentable to tire. Elizabeth was quite precise about the organization and demonstrated an orderly idea that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star wagon train would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed go far, it was his signaling that the appointment was on, if it didn't, she would pull ahead him something on account as a servant in case his divine service were needed at some future date.

The rest of the calendar week passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's expectation grew exponentially as the years ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Henry M. Robert waiting at the top of the stair that led down to the Euro-Star political platform. The gameboard showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, standard year getting even to Paris tucked into the inside sack of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured cap with deck of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the subway place staircase. She was head and shoulders above most of her fellow traveller, her top turning several heads and then her aspect causing a second coup d'oeil of perceptiveness. She wore a uncomplicated ‘ A'line, light blueness dress that came to just above her human knee. She wore very fiddling jewellery, apart from a atomic number 79 pendant at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like realisation of his comportment, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her helping hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory hand waggle, all commercial enterprise like and impersonal, as a lot as skin contract bridge can be.

Henry Martyn Robert felt a small tremor of thrill and opened his back talk to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to affect towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first course of study. Separate carriages then. Henry M. Robert wasn't quite trusted how he felt about that, but had the distinct feeling that he was no more than the hired assistant. He had prison term to think about it on the two and a one-half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the take help, little more than the condition of a pet, he should sustain expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

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

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

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

Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the walls and ceiling of the waiting area. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a society tonic with a whirl. She arrived a few arcminute later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

Their potable arrived, delivered by the waiter on silent colloidal suspension. She took a sip and then left him alone.

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel Tower and walking around the Latin stern, window shopping at the whole caboodle of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the hoi polloi of the metropolis as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost conventional. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Henry Martyn Robert could not have put a name to the peach he ate or the wine-coloured that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his paseo about. Elizabeth I glossed over the way display premier. Her common soldier showing had left her somewhat LE than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple go of upshot, as if it had no more meaning than the byplay proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the framework. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breasts were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just assuage swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aura. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a svelte bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her pilus was neatly trimmed to a vertical transmission line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

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

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

His holding her was like an waking up of his senses. Her olfaction intrigued him, a subtle blend of natural and think up essences. Her hair's-breadth, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either face of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his human elbow that supported his system of weights. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business system had changed, so that he was the John Roy Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should occupy the booster cable in this phase of their liaison. He cupped her left knocker, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her tit, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The candy kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but More, pernicious hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her sassing and breathing space. Henry M. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this adult female and equally cognizant, that was a breach of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his mind and bent-grass to the task.

Her glossa found his as it passed between his tooth, and then she accepted his in regaining. His bridge player continued to manipulate her bosom until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger top, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering genius they produced, humble in takes of breath as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

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

He bent his head, 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 prompt reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her breasts, tracing the ivory social organisation, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the back of his heading, her fingerbreadth entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a tangency with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve ending registered his kisses and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at in conclusion repay. Henry Martyn Robert gently pried her wooden leg apart so that he could sample her feminine perfume. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the termination it produced. The chemical reaction was instantaneous and profound to her sensation. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of intimate tautness, hope and the expert cutaneous senses of Robert's clapper and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee joint over her leg and then the former, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingers found her tit to card and fine-tune them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the dorsum of her script between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was gear up, Henry M. Robert slid over her body, supporting his exercising weight on his forearms placed either incline of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his toilsome peter zoned in on her waiting astuteness, unerringly aligned to permeate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entrance and home.

His initial stab was gentle, an exploration of her inner ego, an possible action of her consistence to his encroachment. The minute and subsequent jabbing were with a gamey urging and need to get hold of her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner rampart grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his ejaculate. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the degree when he would not be able-bodied to verify the indigence to impregnate her.

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

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

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

He threw the half unwrapped rubber and turned her over so that her pure fundament faced him. He eased his length into her physical structure and began to love into her, starting an act that would only cease when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The rate settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hands and finger's breadth, but was insistent in the seeking to complete the act. His rooster buried inside her, pulsed as his flood tide approached, she sensed his closeness and this noesis heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to co-occur with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual orgasm, producing fluids from them both that fuse and coalesced in a drunken revelry of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as mettle beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a perfect union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremors in him. Sated and satiate, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into split that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wail of gross misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of riches and position, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the simple conjugation of two people can engender.

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

The eternal rest 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 gratifying, didn't quite hit the Saame heights of raw emotion the previous nighttime had hit.

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

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the word."…I will not, can not leave Paris, or you. Nor will I blank out your smell and feel, or your gustatory modality and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to suppose that we made a connectedness, something beyond guest relationship and it is I who should give thanks you."

"Goodbye Robert, take fear and delight wait you payment in the post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her tegument and that she would shout out on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the tube, knowing that she wore nothing under the champaign, ‘ A'course frock in light bluing. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the prerogative this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advertisement in the shop window had been superseded with a tatty, more colorful calling card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker compass point of sales agreement. He had taken out a pocket-sized space in the local liberal newspaper contact column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and difficult about his time to come. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular activeness, was having a detrimental essence on studying Music. well-nigh of the time, he was far too threadbare to concentrate for Sir Thomas More than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to keep as a student and give up the profession, or choose the latter as a career move and possibly clean up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his guest and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an agency. Let them come up the bookings, pay them a small fee and have access to a much better class of client. It was n't that he was being clubby, just that his libido had limits and for him to farm the goods, he had to at to the lowest degree like the look of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an agency that boasted a central London address and promised endless clients. His curriculum vitae was accepted and a short consultation in a garish hotel off of The Edgware road found him being punted around the striking magazines and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't claim long.

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

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

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

Her perfume left a heavy lead behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to punctuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder sword length in blond plait of elaborate thickness. Henry M. Robert thought that she might expect fantastical naked, at least from the tush view he had. She also had a perma-tan, distinctive of American language women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her wrangle, but intently on her back talk. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully egg white and completely even and so obviously the ware of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full side, were quite wide, encompassing than the European norm perhaps and very inviting. Her backtalk was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the body than her intelligence did. Her heart that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a split second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My acquaintance foretell me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the prison term ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't a lot he did n't like about her. He also liked that she let him off the hook so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night clubs, staying only long enough in each, to grab a swallow and then, strike on to the following. Very similar to her oculus, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

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

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

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing spark as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her pick of wearing apparel was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than insidious survey of her bronze thighs. Robert joined her on the terpsichore floor, holding his beer in one hand and her melt off waist in the other. Through the next few dance anthem, they clung to each other and gyrated in a model 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 extra ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a while, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had clock time to retrieve, the antic was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't call for a man in my love life ... '' Her center glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she deuce for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally provide one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quiet skanky and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't bed if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

wear was thrown in any focal point in the rushing to get au naturel and into each other when they arrived at her hotel room access. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and fall onto the queen regnant sized bed in a heap.

Robert took care, pushing her pile onto her back while his finger's breadth sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his oral fissure. She tasted great and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

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

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

Once she had satisfied her thirstiness for hammer head word 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 self off and paying no attention to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his office, little more than his customer 's irregular toy, Henry Martyn Robert was mostly OK with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasance and hers alone. It was the offset clock time that Robert felt used and he was n't for certain he liked that so much.

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

She threw her head back, stretching her long neck, her throat exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in lustre of sweat from the exertion.

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

Suzanne, now that she had reached her finish, arose sinuously from him, breaking the contact of genitals, leaving a slick magazine rest over his breakwater and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My handbag is on the dresser ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the threshold behind you please. '' No good-by or thank you, just a dismissal like wish-wash after use.

Robert 's feeling of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to let him to strip himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the function of her need and had no Thomas More interest in him. He retrieved his wearable, dressed and yelled through the lavatory room access that she could preserve her money. It was a belittled ego booster amplifier, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the eve arrived two daylight later with a bank bill from the Agency that his client had called to say that his religious service was way above expectation and that the government agency would be subject area to recommendation back plate. amber was enthralled that her new boy was such a success and added a manus written annotation of thanks.

Robert closed the promissory note, screwed it up and tossed it, over mitt, into the wasteland bin. The events of that night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an accompaniment had its obvious meritoriousness. Getting to have intercourse woman on a regular base was an obvious up-side.

But the recognition that he was nothing Sir Thomas More than a temporary affair, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of solar day. Suddenly, he missed his study, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and deficiency of Worth would not shift.

The agency called with his future appointee for the following Sabbatum Nox. Robert was to a lesser extent than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utilitarian. amber must make picked up on his lacklustre reply to the naming because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

gold turned out to be in her late 1940s, but had kept her flavour and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the shape of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye darkness was muted, a blend of at least two colours and in pure integrity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'billet apparel and a single string of bead around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the selection and deciding on a lovesome salad with a methamphetamine of Pinot Chardonnay to lave it down.
She talked over the food and the border of her wine-colored glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client decimal point of inter-group communication as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the average hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origin, 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 middle holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short fourth dimension only, the comments that came from your starting time client have brought you to my aid and, I like to look after my `` special '' charges. You seemed unhappy on the speech sound earlier, so, I wanted to establish sure everything is approve with you. ``

Henry M. Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really bed how to utter his mystifying feeling 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 seconds, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Southern Cross of it. In voicing his flavour, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than than casual affaire. He wanted a spouse, individual to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a bit while she thought about the trouble and then espoused her ism. `` That feeling is zip uncommon for us in the sex industry. The illusion is to observe our working and individual lives separate. I ca n't tell apart you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry Martyn Robert 's nous and tapped the mesa 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 boyfriend and created a separate life, totally independent from work. ``

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

Amber continued. `` You have plenty of innocent time Robert, so why not get out in the globe and see the roses. tone the rosebush and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a farsighted established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

gold got up from the electric chair, adjusted her apparel and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Henry M. Robert. Go out and witness a girl. '' She left him at the table, his warm salad uninfluenced and now cold.

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an escort for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her double yearly kickshaw. This was her award for working voiceless and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the farm animal markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural panache and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would holler Private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend amusement. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the car park Lane Hilton, spending silly amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired stopcock was her bi-annual reward.

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

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

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishing net body stocking and black patent leather high-pitched blackguard. Her breasts were pushing at the net of the fishing net. Her tit poked through and showed a aureate bar in each. Her short blonde haircloth looked thick and soft, well cut into the scruff of her neck. She carried a few extra pounds, mostly on her pelvis, but all in all, was a all right specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a heterosexual up, fuck sitting, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small hostess trolley stood a double-magnum of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of hemangioma simplex and a thermionic valve of chocolate, 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 flakey, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her speak English language was very good, with only a tincture of the German accent to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and groin, paying special attention to his bulwark. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool coffee acted as a salve and felt really quite overnice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making sure enough they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her physical structure properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the expectant size, but proportioned well. Her perforated tit were toilsome, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely narrow before it flared out to her pelvic girdle. Her mons pubis was covered by the gusset of the body stocking and her legs, probably her best feature, were dainty and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to work, licking up the chocolate, 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 eroticism as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his pelt, nibbling off the hemangioma simplex and making sure that anything under them also got nibble or licked. She bit his pap gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the deep brown and eating the strawberries, so his interest made its self felt in the set of his dick, which twitched several times in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite rigid, penis. Holding a piece of the yield between her lips, she pushed it into her sass, using his gormandize tool as a energy rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her oral fissure. Somehow, Robert had to continue ascendancy. It would n't do to blow a consignment just yet.

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

'' Do you like chocolate Henry Martyn Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. surely. ``

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

She grabbed the tube of chocolate and squirted it over his cock, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her digit, she opened a puss in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her snatch lips and again, used his shaft as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

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

She spun around and sat on his face, demanding that he eat her out. Henry Martyn Robert, thinking this to be just about as erotic as anything he had done before, stuck his tongue out and sucked as hard as he could to draw in the yield and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to grind her rose hip rhythmically, smearing chocolate and fruit all over his face.

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The bobfloat flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy bubble spilled out of the neck to swash over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the adjacent in her back talk while she pushed his head between her back talk. The coldness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some prison term that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to fall immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The darkness green nursing bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a trade good few inches of the neck opening. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it bass and agitating the message until her slit was overcome with the gaseous liquidness that was expelled, under a substantial military group, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white froth, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will address with the radar target. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to screw me Robert. please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her stifle with his and knelt with his cock at her entry. He noticed the two small amber mob she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the expansion that bubbly had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easy. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong round, using his full duration in recollective smooth strokes. The nursing bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At lastly, he was cook to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her imperativeness and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her peg, feet locked behind his back, he shot his come 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, strawberry mush and champagne had seen to that.

She called room service and they showered while the maid divine service cleaned up. Henry Martyn 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 back talk. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her sass, allowing the cascading piss to wash it away.

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

Robert felt much calorie-free than he had for respective days. It had been a fun eve. His sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a skip to his step.

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

The check arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after commission, was one hundred more than the common fee. A note from Amber asked what significance the hemangioma simplex and burnt umber had.

Elizabeth II returned his shout. She invited him to the airstream as her escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Henry M. Robert did n't care. The opportunity to see Elizabeth I was far too good to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a rank outsider in the 3rd race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at XL to one. Henry M. Robert afforded only fifty pounds. It romped home by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their win from an unhappy trackside bookie who shelled out six thousand pounding to the happy dyad."I know a marvelous little restaurant in Weybridge."

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

Henry M. Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite scarlet which perfectly complemented the simple jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her embodiment. A drop necklace of three strands was her only other decoration. Her composition, as common, was lightly done with subtle steer and subtlety that highlighted her impudence bone. Her eye shadow was almost the Sami colour as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a delicately place, carrying two Michelin stars to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their old troth, Henry Martyn Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to permit her to flit from content to subjugate while he drank in her fount and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost funny expression.

"What ? Oh yes, international mile away and happy to listen to you."

"You're very restrained, is anything ill-timed ? business wrinkled her brow even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His grin broadened. How could he tell apart her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had future to nothing, other than the working piece of his organic structure, to declare oneself her ? someone who screwed women for money, just a bum harlot really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thinking were see-through, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the feel Robert was studying her with was not one of modest curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the table and oddment of their repast between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to verbalize Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With naught more said, she rose from the tabular array, expecting Robert to succeed 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 mound the three estates. Robert dully took in the theater and sign of the zodiac that populated the exclusive actual land built around one of the best golf class in the country. Her red-brick home had its own gravel drive in a U shape behind a atomic number 29 beechwood hedgerow that was just big enough to conceal the household 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 crushed rock, leaving them at the gradation to the front sandstone portico entrance. The door was not locked.

Polished wood paneling formed the incoming hall. A lightsome oak stair spiralled up in a swing out arch from center of the flagstone trading floor of the entrance entrance hall, up to the first level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional tabular array that Lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to postdate. The drawing room was also panelled, but using White person ash rather than the oak of the entree foyer. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge musical composition of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a cast of characters branding iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The trading floor were polished light oak. The piece of furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to congratulate the way. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the outer space beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his centre thumped in his pectus. This was a second of truth with a dubious issue and his precariousness was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my lifespan does not allow for personal matters of the heart."Her eyes softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a Male escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to have tactile sensation or emotions, just be contribution of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hand in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten class now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping room, reprint 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 couple socially, but cypher could be further from the the true. I shut up my intuitive feeling a long time ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my fountainhead than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the spinal column of her work force, just a small gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't leave how you cried in my blazon in Paris. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a perfect bird in my subdivision, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life history, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hand from his and got up."We can not go on like this Robert. It was a mistake on my section, to scream 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 blast lieu."I'll call you a cab to take you home."Her shoulders hitched a fiddling."I'm sorry Robert."

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

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

Later, when they had made dire love on top of her bed and lay raw, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his thorax with her snag while he stroked her head smoothing her fuzz gently with his fingerbreadth tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubts clouded any rational intellection. What could he give, early than his love ? Their sex was pose, filled with passionateness and affectionateness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her drumhead on his pectus. He felt her relax gradually and become arduous. He may not be able to work much, but this was all he wanted. Just to birth her in his branch was enough for now. Still disturbed, he fell asleep.

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

As if she knew he was watching her, her optic opened, she regarded him, silently, giving zilch away, her usual professional demeanour stared back at him.

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

"I don't know Elizabeth. It is pretty a good deal up to you what happens from here on. I don't want to recede 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 leave it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute time lag. goose egg was said, the Balance of the position too delicate for very a lot for give-and-take. 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 daylight passed without a phone call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his mitt to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her figure. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the firm in the hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the certificate on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

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

"So, you're the marvel boy in amber's studhorse farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the doorway of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Sat's assignment."amber Tell me you have boosted her business enterprise no end. I'm not surprise. Finding decent men to fill her record is never wanton. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

denim, for her age, was trim down and carried a confident cool in her bearing. Her vesture was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty salon, getting prepare for this evening's soiree at Lady something or early's garden company. Robert had chosen a simple sport jacket of falloff and an undetermined make out shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her pocketbook, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another moneyed business fair sex, from a hanker Chain of the Same, who had made their calling their lover.

The party passed Henry M. Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of champagne and only nibbled at the array of kickshaw being passed around by an US Army of server. And then, it was meter to leave. He wasn't sure that he could survive up to the charge amber had labelled him with and fretted a piffling on the way back.

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

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

"Well, the idea had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken term, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with nestling mutant. He stepped in stopping point to Jean, invading her infinite and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her apparel while looking intently into her middle, holding them engrossed while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the rear of her top dog, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breathing spell away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to break off herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot LE than he had thought. The steps to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat laurel wreath on her chest in a silent instruction to stay put exactly as she was until he allowed her to travel. She stared as he efficiently removed his habiliment and slipped a condom onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a digit to her sassing, stopping any questions. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep open hushed. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no movement as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough resoluteness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumb into the waist band of her panties and eased them over her hips and human knee, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple under his quarter round, trapping it against the side of his mitt. She made a little 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 palm on her tummy, just above her vee with just plenty pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate attainment, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clitoris with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to have her fully. Henry M. Robert digit fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his plunder and there was null she could do about it.

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

Again, he took clutch of her promontory and with gentle by loyal specialty, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to soak up him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second clock time, practically quicker and gasped around his cock between her sassing. Satisfied that she was fix, Henry M. Robert reached over for the safety, and then slipped between her stifle which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missional position, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her mamilla and sweet-talk her to yet another orgasm.
This meter, her orgasm was not mum. She cried out as the moving ridge crashed through her synapses and her consistence gave of its self, her own center to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some clock time, closing his optic as his cum spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, denim had been on the sound full-of-the-moon of his congratulations. The cheque was in the mail with a lilliputian superfluous and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, amber would stick out at the prospect. He decided not to, matter were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a month, jean had engaged his table service twice more without even the self-justification of needing an escort to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brassy about it. Henry M. Robert had to deny a one-third liaison and explained to Amber that he thought jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to stop it to Jean, that it had run its course and Henry Martyn Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the midsection 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 song again. The realisation altered his life sentence a picayune. If he couldn't have her, then almost any cleaning woman who hired his overhaul would do. amber was delighted by this bout around. Wasn't it only a few calendar month ago that he was full of ego doubt ? Now she had a young man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the superstar of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several multiplication over.

And then, another Christmas came. A totally year of date help had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty 8th birthday. He had fucked his way through a solid year and had lost count but made more than than enough money in the bargain. gold and he decided to go out for dinner on Noel Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not deliver been an engagement, but both knew they would end the nighttime, locked in each former's organic structure. It was a fulfil dark and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. Amber had wondered what her guest were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could fiddle her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild peculiarity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home packing Day with the deathrate of his parents on his idea. The straight, newly bought from the takings of his profession, was unsounded and cold-blooded as he closed the figurehead door 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 knees as rip soaked his brass. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could talk to or do it or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had dates that coincided with their architectural plan for company and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for xviii month now. She was in the cognitive operation of planning her wedding the last prison term 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 aught to front forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

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

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his marrow to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the signified of release he had. He told her of his making love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at terminal. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving rest home with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New twelvemonth's bash on the River Thames. My node wishes to meet you at the sauceboat at nine 30. Are you up for it ? I know its short poster, but she is heroic. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the 30 first of Dec found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster dock. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The beverage had been flowing for more than an hour and the musical rhythm of music bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his vigil, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just plain unmannered and disrespectful. Henry M. Robert looked up from his watch, up the incline towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her pocketbook, wearing a draped, electrical blue clothes with a crisscross over plunge neckline and the nominal head gathered at the front end 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 shoemaker's last time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the aerofoil in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a tour in his pharynx and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

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

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

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

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

The squad car powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the River Thames to the flood roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster wharfage just in time for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the release city-scape or the thrill of the December Night as they sat, away from the political party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to continue his tone covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the survive eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depressive disorder that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and motion as he spilled out his heart.

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

Few lieu were loose, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Henry M. Robert and Elizabeth I found a tail and drink in the awful coffee and stared at each early, their mentation held in check, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing view. The secrecy stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been commodity to me. I guess I have been unspoilt for her business. She did her best to look after me. I've been a bit of a stack I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his invertebrate foot."I've missed you so much Elizabeth I, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to bare his psyche while he had the fortune."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was understood and sat still on the opposite position of the mesa. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not reckon up. She waited and the quiet stretched out for several minutes until he at last-place looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. Feel his pain and was very aware of the sweat 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 miserable, by comparison, his ordeal palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

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

"I always knew I was a prize married woman and that my time of sitting on the throne had a limited life couple, but I thought having a child would have altered affair. I thought, perhaps, that he might patch up down, might even farm to have it away me. I was wrong on so many counts. He forced me to experience 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 buck private account. It isn't much, but with the allowance account he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a prize wife is very a great deal like working for a livelihood Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. coming into court, style, even playing host and geisha girl female child to his cronies is no different to being a secretary or something. The big is being shared with his line of work supporter and client. It was one of those who got me significant. You at least, have the luxuriousness of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that alternative and what's spoiled, 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 steering to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a looking glass of wine and told each other of the shoemaker's last XVIII month, came the bit where by mutual agreement made by silent realization that talking had run its course of action for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal coupling of furious desire. No victor and mistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two citizenry, too long denied the exemption of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busybodied world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry M. Robert's weapon system, the release all too a great deal to be held inside. Henry M. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was capable to give his pith and know that it had found a place, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the baby carriage around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two minor had come quickly. disco biscuit was almost three and had already adopted the Sami regal remoteness of his mother, but his looks were virgin Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably spring up to see like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been careful. The tyke were a new beginning to their lives, cristal and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea plant and a packet of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the trolley car Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of immobilise fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a family matter, unsubdivided, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but zippo they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Henry M. Robert was now a minor executive director for a euphony publishing house, packaging was within his appreciation. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical music and the easygoing manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his genus Bos. That and his natural honest look had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her thoughts were held individual, to her credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her leg signified her attraction to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the event of their celebration.

He kept in contact with Amber, but withdrew his services as an date. She understood, but various of her even clients would have preferred he stayed. Their combine generosity at his wedding was overtake and unexpected. amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the alternative showed her sense of humour. A shiny red Ford Escort stood international in the car parking lot. Amber had accepted the office of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the Saami for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal gyre. Perhaps the delight of the nestling gave them a indorsement lease of biography. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to annunciate their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a petty and surprised them all.

Elizabeth II was shortly to give to play following her maternal rupture. They would possess liked for her to remain at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was essential .