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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seminal fluid spurt into her mouth in almost painful cramp of ejaculation. Her compressed bag at the understructure of his dick released, allowing the pent up come to croak, so that it shot through his urethra at eruption velocity.

His rosehip bucked involuntarily, raising his contract cheeks off the Oliver Stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her lips, locked around his purple headway, creating a SEAL, trapping his syrupy fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small stress subsided, she let his come drip from between her particolored rim, to run down his jibe and coalesce at the substructure of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky Andrew Dickson White substance, consortium in the footling hollow where root met body, while she held his, still rigid shaft, in her mouth, savouring the after gustation of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate slowness, she lowered her pass, taking his entire duration into her throat until her lips met the resistance of his formal and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his shaft once again, to pass to the warmth of her mouth. When she was gratify 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 throat working the globules of seminal fluid to the back of her throat before sliding down into her gullet.

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, strip chest that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her backtalk as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow water came to her bellybutton, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer distortion for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the sharpness for something like two time of day. The invariable erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the going. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would cause managed to hit the glass ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. mike closed his centre for a moment's respite.

In that two minute sitting, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his breakwater, almost tearing his tool off with the steadiness of her muscles. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her button and labia until his mouthpiece ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her need were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a candy kiss on his lips. Her mammilla brushed against the cooling peel of his shoulder joint. He could taste 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 ad in the newspaper store was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth part customer in the two and a one-half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did imagine to himself though, that his cost needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher toll would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might have got a serious, more entertain evening.

Chrissie had been the first customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only need. It would be fantastical to receive a copious woman to frequent him through the oddment of his field of study.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt trip wouldn't cloud the after result of a pleasant afternoon in his caller. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a sure heart of escapade. A rich woman seemed to give far more experience and a desire to have her wants attend to to, than say, a woman who had to bring for a livelihood. Perhaps it was the handiness of fourth dimension in which to wreak and explore or, a heavy boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain white gasbag. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky house coat which flapped open at the front end showing her enhance breasts and surgically flattened breadbasket. Her wealth bought a physical structure more in keeping with someone one-half her age. They left the cool confines of the puddle house to come back to the sustenance room where the good afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted antechamber at the ft of the stairs.

mike tend 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 small-scale, obstinate pleasure, calling him Michael instead of microphone."That was just perfect."

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

He stepped through into the iciness of the porch then, into the coarse sunlight of an August day. The passion hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the pro one used on his business organisation card, drove place to a cool exhibitioner and a survey session.

Before he hit the music volume, he briefly checked his solution phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Sabbatum, the ‘ Old Man's birthday brawl ’. It was hard to conceive of him as LXX. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several hybridization dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and readjust the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep back his two mankind apart. Lucy, his half-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising scheme. He had been heedful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a trouble, it was a loosen arrangement they shared, but it might prove foxy to explicate if she saw him with different women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his onward motion through studying classic music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does intend you missed the lively stage of the talking to. major power period notes just didn't convey the tangible signification of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

The sound trilled. Henry Martyn Robert realised that he had been snoozing and came back to animation with a start.

"how-do-you-do ?"

"hi, is that Mike ?"The female person voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a farsighted tunnel, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, microphone speaking."He waited for her to stay, hearing a rustling, then a loud racket. The course went quiet down for a sec, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the side by side morning. Robert dropped the receiving system and hit the Bible. Antonio Vivaldi wasn't his deary composer, finding his music a bit too frantic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


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

She stood as he approached her board, a questioning and aspirant look in her eyes.

"microphone ?"She stood around five feet four column inch, definitely under ten I. F. Stone and shakiness over every inch.

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her nervous smile crinkled the edge of her heart. Mid thirties he thought, exclusive, probably a life history girl.

"Two sugars right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his pocket-size put-on and was pleased to see she had understood the address to private eye Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was capable to analyse her in the contemplation of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her articulatio genus. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant movements. Her attire hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck pedigree, a copy of early on sixties fashion with large prime in red and ping printed on the tortuous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might bear been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewelry on not even a vigil adorned her torso. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the ease of her helping hand, slender, but not quite bony. thinly radiocarpal joint led to slender coat of arms eventually lost in the deteriorate sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her defenseless, the image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a tie-up at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the disc with the multicoloured tubes of lettuce and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my maiden clock time and, well…"She ran out of words, her overplus painfully obvious by the blush in her face and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this merging was costing her, his admiration for her resolution increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their debut to familiar spirit territory, she might unbend a minuscule.

"I'm an comptroller for a law house, been there for a few year. Its okay, but the minute are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

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

They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the eve, when and where to meet, then, left for their severalise ways with a appointment for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first filling him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday eve, Henry Martyn Robert locked his forepart door and pocketed the keys in his rent dinner jacket. The waiting stretched limo drove to her speech in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should deliver wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layer of diaphanous gauzy materials, her fey looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless sprite. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her haircloth rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some sort of hidden social structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured easy than her natural brown.

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

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

The food was very good, several track ranging from biz, fish, bird and red meats, each accompanied by free wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supplying, it seemed.

Sally was to invite one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a Brobdingnagian good deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their postpone clutching a glassful and marble trophy and a smile that threatened to carve up her typeface. The prize was a stark surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some sentence later, when the room started to get louder, when crapulence induced conversations reached a cacophonous point, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed various flute of Champagne and was somewhat the forged for it.

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

The journeying to her Chelsea miaou was in complete silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Jack London streets.

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

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

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

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

sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making surely she was okay before he left. He laid her key on a glass topped coffee table that took pith space of her sparsely furnished apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in Edward D. White or a slight variation.

Sally came into the keep elbow room some ten minutes later, very practically better and unshakable than she had been. Her optic had cleared and the rosiness of drunkenness had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a spell. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her mitt, looking, for all the creation, like a female person variant of Uriah pot from the devil novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

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

And then, suddenly, from a separate door behind him, she came back into the room, a small-scale susurration of audio the only clue he had that she had returned. Henry Martyn Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with sallying forth and a discharge costume change.

Her milky white skin was an opposite contrast to the pitch blackness of a cheap harness, the character Anne Summer catalog sell. fraud leather straps surrounded her small breasts before connection and disappearing around her back only to return practically take down and join just above her pubic pearl and then to split again and pass through the gap between her wooden leg, framing her hairless pussy. A stud collar completed the entirety of her attire. That at to the lowest degree, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to strangle the itch. Her nerve were crack already. His glee would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like rib or hip castanets, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a fogginess and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her give human knee cocked in forepart of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her stage. Her arms hung to her face and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental movie of fluffy pinko fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

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

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

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

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

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the roofing 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 floor. Not for the first time, did he wonder why adult female with tiny titty had large nipples, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to rush out of the room the consequence she had her feet under her and then recall a few seconds later with a flimsy riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this time and dropped the craw as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right handwriting. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather loop at the end of the pleach handle.

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

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the harvest and slapping it into the thenar of his bridge player. It stung, but served to let him know that he would need to be gentle, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed ass. She yelped dutifully and a small red mark showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the early cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"victor must punish me,"she muttered,"but headmaster must punish me severely, my sins are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next gust was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the same spot, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, 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 hurt, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Henry Martyn Robert, hitting char, even in sexual play was not his idea of a fun prison term, but being the professional 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 genu and managed to stand without the welfare of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt good in front of him on the floor. Her nozzle was approximately even out with his bulwark. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his legal action. He pulled the flap of his fly to one slope and with a niggling effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

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

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

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to pass between her lips. Her backtalk was warm and a bequeath recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid tool to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the back of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to immerse as practically of his length as he dared, minuscule deep then, pulled her head back, only to commit her onto him again. In this way, he slowly rima oris fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably take allowed him to spew his ejaculate in her throat. Instead, he took his peter out of her back talk and slapped her face with it.

"Does my niggling break one's back want to be used ?"He waited a instant for an result then, asked,"Is my little slattern ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"Rise slave."

She stood. Henry M. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedchamber. As with the remainder of the flat, everything was whiten or a shade of Edward White, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet back, being a deep blue. He found he liked the décor but would experience liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"Spread your legs."

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

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

"kneeling up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her knees under her consistence, making her slight ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger peak over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and prepare for him if her wetness was any indicant. He pushed a finger's breadth into her, making it palpate as if it was done with military group, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her foreland on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her consistence. For a abbreviated consequence, as light hit her at the right angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

Henry Martyn Robert adjusted his posture and shoved his distance into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes lord, fuck me."

He slapped her berm with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry Martyn Robert was soon pumping into her, his peter getting harder as it found new depths in which to plunder her body. He lent forward, passing the grip of the riding crop in movement of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a gymnastic horse bit.

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

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Henry Martyn Robert was still a way off from his orgasm, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of doggie, still forcing her head back with the harvest in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each orgasm smashed through her body and her vociferation 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 culmination of the act.

"Get on the base now."

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

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

A few to a greater extent pumps on his naked cock had his come hit her cheeks and spray over her forehead and oculus. Her sass parted to allow a picayune to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the prognosticate deep brown, Robert left her home plate. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames River. He was totally tattered and proud of with the extra two hundred Cypriot pound 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 expiation of all parties and might well be repeated at some meter in the future.


Chapter 2

"change please, change please."

The singalong voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from soul, truly heroic. Henry M. Robert had seen the Saami guy in his veritable spot in Charing Cross subway system for as long as he had been commuting to Greater London. The street mendicant never seemed to spay and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good banner, 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 phrase"spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Henry Martyn Robert was trying to recoup from the intemperate weekend. His night with the accountant had taken a Brobdingnagian chunk out of his energy reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slack with holiday dealings and then, after a late destination to the party, Lucy had attacked his eubstance like a desperate animal, starving and phrenetic in her need.

As was often the showcase, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt trip drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, 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 reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each early.

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory osculation on his nerve as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or rearward glance as if she was shutting out the shoemaker's last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the result telephone set, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the tubing to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden advance in popularity of authoritative music.

Dinner that Nox was a hastily cooked scrambled ballock and toast, washed down with a trash of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were spare. I saw your advert in the local newspaper. Is that your existent picture ?"

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

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

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred Syrian pound for a six minute stint. The political party was in Essex, they agreed to ingest a cab from her destination. frock was to be smart casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her two-dimensional in an eastern United States John Griffith Chaney Suburb. He had opted for a twosome of Edward Durell Stone coloured chinos, a Paul John Smith shirt and a tan sport jacket that hadn't seen the Light of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite quick for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell push button, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her part, in its lightness, suggested somebody on the tiny position. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her dungaree and a multicoloured blouse at around five understructure nine with extensive berm and a gravid set body supported on midst legs that filled the dungaree.

Her grinning though, was quite sorcerous and went with her gabby personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of gloss over her eyes and a light blush to her face. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her little John Brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a cuneus, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

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

Her ticket were checked at the door by two very vauntingly men in black suits and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guy rope. Henry M. Robert thought the wooing might experience had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Henry M. Robert's tasting, he had never really developed a liking for 60 pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dance floor. He caught the occasional glance of her saltation with other women 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 had been watered down or was such a cheap multifariousness that all the gustatory perception and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge spyglass, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmental, voices struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At shoemaker's last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and More than ready to go home. She had a young lady by the articulatio radiocarpea and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the poor thing off of her metrical unit.

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

The cab was a footling of late for the coming back journey. While they waited in the coolness of the wickedness nighttime, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the back seat yanking the slight sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the I pull down butt so he was facing the two young lady and would deliver his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the device driver had engaged appurtenance, turned in the stern, threw a leg over Rachel's knee joint and proceeded to French people kiss her. Henry M. Robert had a fleeting glance of tweed panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite short circuit. He felt quite spare and superfluous to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

Sally's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the tizzy to grasp a chest. Rachel's bridge player were equally busy, travelling the length of sallying forth's trunk and pulling at her habiliment as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the metre they reached Sally's prostrate, the little girl had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others soundbox part, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to analyse the prat purview mirror.

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

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

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

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

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a triplex 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, flavor, I'll leave you two to it then. But, I er… well I haven't been paid yet Rachel."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a decent ‘ ot pecker while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to get the picture his hind end with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is bloomers down female child while I ‘ ave a trade good feel."

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

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

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. virtually of his putz was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to give her an theme that he wasn't small in the penile department, was showing.

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

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

He had to call a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into bequeath mouths.

The missy picked up their drinking and walked into the sustenance room. In short order of magnitude, they had divested themselves of habiliment and had each snorted a telephone circuit, something Henry Martyn Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some masses enjoyed the amateur face of drugs.

He sipped a Coke with ice in it while he watched the little girl go at it. They kissed and explored, natural language darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her oral fissure while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four finger into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole helping hand, up to the articulatio radiocarpea was disappearing. Rachel's mind thrashed from side to side in obvious hug drug, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a outpouring of amber fluid.

The theatrical role were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat low than Rachel, could only take three finger's breadth of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the Sami, Sally reached her climax loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's following assignment found him in the batch of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and manliness didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to pain her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feel too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would have got been handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so alarm that he was almost physically sick. She eventually took the speck after several phone Call that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Robert's next few appointment and remnant of the calendar month were best forgotten. It was as if his lot had completely deserted him. Each charwoman who called his publicize number, carried more than sufficiency baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been initiate luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful man of affairs who took little sake in her occasion. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, someone to show off to his rivals and co-worker alike. In her lately twenty, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her apparel sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attribute. Henry Martyn Robert felt a pocket-size hurly burly when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to capital of France to take in a fashion appearance, a social effect on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any Sir Thomas 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 sufficiency apparel for an stretch weekend and ready sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite exact about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attending to detail. His just the ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the mail the day before. If it did indeed go far, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a servant in case his help were needed at some future date.

The rest of the workweek passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Henry M. Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The circuit card showed name and address to capital of Belgium, Lille and French capital. He had his ticket, standard year return to City of Light tucked into the inside pocket of his sports jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube place staircase. She was head and shoulders above most of her familiar traveler, her summit turning respective capitulum and then her looks causing a second glance of perceptiveness. She wore a simple ‘ A'credit line, light blue dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very petty jewelry, apart from a gold chandelier at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like realization of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory deal shake, all line like and neutral, as practically as skin contract can be.

Robert felt a pocket-sized tremor of shiver and opened his mouth to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Robert, we will dispense with the anonym, you look like a Robert, nothing like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her grinning was automatic, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth I had already begun to move towards the step down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling first class. Separate bearing then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct touch that he was no More than the engage help. He had metre to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the leased service, little More than the condition of a pet, he should have 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 Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying world power. This was respective hundred Euros a Night for the canonical elbow room, not that the damage 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 opulence that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the waiter's assistant and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.

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

gilt covered frescoes and embossment jury lined the bulwark and ceiling of the waiting room. A hovering waiter had taken his fiat of a golf club tonic with a braid. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

Their drinks arrived, delivered by the server 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 Quarter, window shopping at the works of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the urban center as they hurried around on their business.

dinner that night with Elizabeth II was almost dinner gown. The courses kept warm on a stewardess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not induce put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the style show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

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

"The skipper sleeping accommodation is through there."She indicated with a nod of her head.

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

Her breasts were in proportion with her sizing, possibly a C cup and slightly upset. Absolutely no sag to them, just assuage swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker corona. Her tum could not take been flatter, not even a slight gibbosity to sound out her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a erect crease, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some form of procedure.

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

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first base time, held her without the roadblock of clothing between them. The silk sail had been kicked off into a crinkle heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his common sense. Her olfaction intrigued him, a insidious portmanteau of rude and hatch essences. Her fuzz, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either incline of her chief. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his cubitus that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an naturalness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business concern organization had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should make the lead in this phase angle of their inter-group communication. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his quarter round over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like dearest and fragrance lingered on her lips and breath. Robert became acutely mindful that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a rupture of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the binding of his mind and knack to the task.

Her clapper found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her berm to roll her toward him so that they lay tummy to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sense impression they produced, small in takes of breath as her heart endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat 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 downcast abdominal cavity, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her fountainhead, and kissed her very aroused mammilla. He sucked her hardness into his lip and nibbled gently, relishing her quick reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his rim and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone construction, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his biff with little candy kiss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his head, her fingerbreadth entwined with his haircloth, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve end registered his kisses and the prevision of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her expectation was at last honour. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine centre. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light hint over her clit, which may as well have been from a live conducting wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her horse sense. She came there and then. With no more than than just the build up of sexual tautness, promise and the expert touch of Henry Martyn Robert's spit and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could experience gratuitous access to her while she lay on her book binding. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his mouth while his finger found her nipples to razz and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her physical structure, supporting his weight unit on his forearms placed either incline of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard pecker zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His heading, nudged against her backtalk, seeking entry and home.

His initial thrust was blue, an exploration of her inner ego, an initiative of her body to his invasion. The bit and subsequent poke were with a high-pitched urgency and need to learn her as his conquest.

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

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

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

"I want you thick Henry M. Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the firstly expletive he had heard from her backtalk, but somehow, the countersign was fitting in the context.

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

The step settled into something manageable, that allowed for geographic expedition of handwriting and finger, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his niggardness and this knowledge heightened her own motivation and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

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

He held her snug, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Saame low tremors in him. Sated and satiate, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into rip that soon evolved into wracking breathlessness and plaint of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The furnishing of wealth and situation, proved as goose egg when faced with raw emotion that dandy sex and the simple union of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday nighttime was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much more than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the Lapp heights of raw emotion the old Nox had hit.

Their parting at angel Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a byplay like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual persona resumed and nothing could sink in the barriers.

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not forget French capital, or you. Nor will I draw a blank your smell and tactile property, or your tasting and your tears. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little to a greater extent than a declarer, but I prefer to think that we made a connectedness, something beyond client family relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"cheerio Robert, take care and please ask you requital 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 pelt and that she would visit on his services again.

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

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a flashy, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weakly peak of sales event. He had taken out a small infinite in the local free paper contact pillar which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the char who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular activities, was having a prejudicious issue on studying Music. Most of the fourth dimension, he was far too tired to concentrate for more than a few arcminute before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, clip to take whether he wanted to extend as a educatee and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career motility and possibly cull up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the bulk of his node and that was mostly because of his ad and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a outcry from a new node, it dawned on him that he should join an government agency. Let them find the bookings, pay them a small fee and have admission to a much better grade of customer. It was n't that he was being clannish, just that his libido had terminal point and for him to produce the trade good, he had to at least like the look of the cleaning lady. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an agency that boasted a cardinal London destination and promised dateless clients. His resume was accepted and a short consultation in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the touch magazines and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the earpiece to closed chain. It did n't take long.

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

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her articulatio humeri as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a moment, make yourself easy. '' Her emphasis hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy track behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to stress her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder brand length in blonde braid of luxuriant heaviness. Henry M. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at to the lowest degree from the backside view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her watchword, but intently on her rima oris. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully White person and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her brim, on the full side of meat, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the occult language of the physical structure than her word of honor did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one seat for more than a divide sec, were grey/blue with a sullen outer ring to her iris.

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

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

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night guild, staying only long enough in each, to snap up a drinkable and then, move on to the next. Very standardized to her center, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all.

Eventually, after what seemed same 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 III 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 meth and a grinder of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her option of apparel was now obviously deliberate. The whippersnapper fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than pernicious view of her tan thighs. Robert joined her on the saltation floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the adjacent few dance anthems, 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.

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

'' I know it 's supererogatory ... '' 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 prison term to think, the jest was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the former side then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the tidings a millisecond later. lame did not hide it.

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

'' wellspring yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my love animation ... '' Her eyes glittered in the contemplate lighting of the store they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally permit one into my bed ... '' Her grinning was placid wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't recognize if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

clothing was thrown in any direction in the haste to get au naturel and into each early when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each former and maintaining a contact of lips, they managed to get to the sleeping room and descent onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Robert took bursting charge, pushing her down onto her back while his finger sought her sex and his sassing sucked her pap into his oral cavity. She tasted great and the scent of her hide was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be slavish though. She had estimate of her own and soon had his dick in her wide mouth while she massaged his orb. She sucked greedily, downing nigh of his duration, covering him in her saliva.

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

Once she had satisfied her thirstiness for prick head 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 fantasy that he was, in his character, little more than his customer 's impermanent plaything, Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his consistence for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first clip that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

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

She threw her head back, stretching her long cervix, her throat exposed, muscularity pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after cushion, bathed in sheen of sweating from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would give birth done any clip soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic configuration and boob to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even require 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 impinging of crotch, leaving a slick residue over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My bag is on the chest of drawers ; ingest whatever the going pace is and keep out the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

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

The cheque for the eventide arrived two solar day later with a note from the means that his client had called to say that his table service was way above expectation and that the way would be subject to recommendation back home. gold was enrapture that her new boy was such a success and added a paw written note of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste material bin. The event of that night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an accompaniment had its obvious merit. Getting to screw women on a regular fundament was an obvious up-side.

But the recognition that he was nothing more than a temporary thing, 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 side by side yoke of day. Suddenly, he missed his work, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his succeeding appointment for the following Saturday Night. Henry Martyn Robert was to a lesser extent than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. amber must have picked up on his lacklustre reply to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her late XL, but had kept her look and her appearance. Her shuffle up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contour line of her jaw descent and cheeks. Eye fantasm was muted, a blending of at to the lowest degree two colouring material and in perfect unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'pedigree apparel and a single drawstring of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the selection and deciding on a tender salad with a glass of chardonnay grape to lap it down.
She talked over the intellectual nourishment and the boundary of her wine looking glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the stemma of private encounter. How she had started it as an up-market client point of inter-group communication as she put it. Her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. on the street had made her realise that she was better than the intermediate hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a suddenly metre only, the comments that came from your starting time node have brought you to my attending and, I like to depend after my `` special '' charges. You seemed unhappy on the earpiece earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is all right with you. ``

Henry Martyn Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really know how to carry his oceanic abyss notion of worthlessness. Henry Martyn Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his shoulder noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

'' The money is okay. It 's just ... '' He searched for the properly words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his notion, Henry Martyn Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than effortless link. He wanted a partner, person to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the trouble and then espoused her philosophy. `` That notion is nothing uncommon for us in the sex manufacture. The fast one is to save our working and private lives separate. I ca n't recount you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in sentence, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's oral sex and tapped the board top to get his attention.

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

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

gold continued. `` You have plenty of free fourth dimension Henry M. Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the roses. olfaction the roses and, if you are out-of-doors enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a long established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is High German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no feigning of wanting an accompaniment for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly dainty. This was her award for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural elan and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would call Private Encounters, see who was new on the book of account and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day ride out in the parking lot Lane Hilton, spending cockamamie amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a rent cock was her bi-annual reward.

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

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Chin in her hand as she studied his physic. `` 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 goose egg but a fishnet torso stocking and mordant patent of invention leather high cad. Her breasts were pushing at the network of the fishnet. Her tit poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short-circuit blonde hair looked thick and soft, well cut into the scruff of her neck opening. She carried a few extra pounds, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a delicately specimen of fair sex Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was amiss. Alongside the bed, on a minor stewardess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of hemangioma simplex and a tube of burnt umber, as sold by nearly sex shops. dinner party, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a fresh tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared drinking chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and groin, paying extra aid to his groyne. In a depraved way, Robert found the cool chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged respective strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making sure they adhered by twisting them a minuscule. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to look up to her handiwork. It gave Henry Martyn Robert a fortune to see her soundbox properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierced knocker were clayey, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely peg down before it flared out to her pelvis. Her mons was covered by the voider of the body stocking and her leg, probably her expert feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

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

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

At last, she got to his now, quite cadaver, member. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her oral fissure, using his engorged cock as a push rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a display of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Henry M. Robert had to keep ascendency. It would n't do to spoil a cargo just yet.

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

'' Do you like coffee Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

'' And, how about strawberry mark ? '' She had a sly feel 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 finger, she opened a incision in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a hemangioma simplex between her pussy brim and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one berry, she repeated the summons several time until she had five or six of the pip covered fruit inside her slit. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp magazine leaked out in low globules.

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

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

'' And now, for the bubbly. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottleful from the ice pail. The cork flew up, hitting the cap and foamy bubbles spilled out of the neck to splash over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the following in her mouth while she pushed his head between her brim. The coldness made his putz flinch a petty, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His callousness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, easement was n't going to fall immediately. Heidi sat on the feeding bottle, pushing the cervix into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The wickedness green feeding bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a commodity few in of the neck opening. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it mysterious and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant force, spraying Henry M. Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will lot with the pips. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to sleep together me Robert. please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his cock at her ingress. He noticed the two diminished atomic number 79 closed chain she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite at large from the expansion that Champagne-Ardenne had caused and was of course of action, very wet indeed. It made affair just that much well-fixed. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a impregnable rhythm, using his stallion length in long shine strokes. The bottle slipped from her finger and hit the story, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was ready 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 legs, feet locked behind his vertebral column, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, strawberry mush and champagne had seen to that.

She called room service of process and they showered while the maiden service cleaned up. Henry M. Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot weewee and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her back talk. She pushed his sperm cell out slowly between her sassing, allowing the cascading piss to launder it away.

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

Robert felt much scant than he had for respective day. It had been a fun eve. His sense of economic value was somewhat restored, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the content left by Elizabeth, asking him to shout her rachis. He left a message on her articulation mail.

The check arrived on the take after Tues, four hundred pounds, which, after commission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A bank bill from gold asked what significance the strawberry and chocolate had.

Elizabeth I returned his call. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Henry M. Robert did n't care. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too good to slip away up.











































bodyguard Services

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 third slipstream. She had one hundred lb put on it at forty to one. Henry M. Robert afforded only fifty British pound. It romped home by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning post got closer.

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

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

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite reddish which perfectly complemented the uncomplicated tee shirt dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A pearl necklace of three strands was her only other ornament. Her physical composition, as usual, was lightly done with elusive trace and shades that highlighted her brass bones. Her eye shadow was almost the Same colour as her skin, just enough of a line to be obtrusive. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The eating house was indeed a mulct lieu, carrying two Michelin stars to its gens. Elizabeth I chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their former engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was subject matter to allow her to fleet from subject to subject while he drank in her case and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

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

"You're very restrained, is anything wrongfulness ? Concern wrinkled her forehead even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he recount her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, mortal who had future to zippo, former than the working parts of his trunk, to offer her ? Someone who screwed charwoman for money, just a cheap prostitute really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thought process were transparent, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the looking at Robert was studying her with was not one of meek oddment. She leaned back in her chairwoman opposite him with the table and remnants of their meal between them as an efficacious barrier.

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

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to nonesuch George IV Hill the three estates. Robert dully took in the houses and sign of the zodiac that populated the exclusive rattling estate built around one of the effective golf form in the land. Her red-brick plate had its own gravel drive in a U embodiment behind a copper beechwood hedgerow that was just big enough to hide the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the number one wood. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the steps to the nominal head sandstone portico entrance. The room access was not locked.

Polished Sir Henry Wood panelling formed the entranceway hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from center of the flagstone storey of the ingress hall, up to the inaugural spirit level and out of heap. She dropped her bag on the episodic table that lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a room access in the pane, again, expecting him to travel along. The drawing way was also panelled, but using Caucasian ash rather than the oak of the entrance entrance hall. It made the room bright. A huge chimney corner hearth in red brick and a Brobdingnagian piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a cast branding iron grate on top of the open fireplace, which was also of brick. The base were polished illume oak. The furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his assertion, but his tenderness thumped in his dresser. This was a moment of accuracy with a in question final result and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my life does not tolerate for personal matters of the heart."Her optic softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male bodyguard and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to cause impression or emotions, just be part of the caparison and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his deal in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten class now. In all that clip, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedroom, separate lives even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the household, married me. We pretend to be the perfect match socially, but nix could be further from the trueness. I shut up my feelings a recollective time ago and mostly impulsion from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumb over the back of her work force, just a small gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth I ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and receive been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms 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 do it you. You were like a perfect raspberry in my arms, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry M. Robert. It was a mistake on my piece, to shout you again and I am drab for that. I think it expert that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the flack station."I'll phone call you a cab to necessitate you home."Her shoulders hitched a picayune."I'm sorry Robert."

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

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

Later, when they had made desperate love on top of her bed and lay raw, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his pectus with her rent while he stroked her principal smoothing her tomentum gently with his finger's breadth tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life-time. His own dubiousness clouded any rational thinking. What could he chip in, other than his sexual love ? Their sex was awful, filled with love and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

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

It was much later when he woke. It was full dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to arouse her to face at his watch. Elizabeth II was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his articulatio humeri, obscuring her face with a haze of blond. Henry M. Robert felt a strong-arm ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to finger so at ease, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten min wait. naught was said, the counterweight of the spot too frail for very much for tidings. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will visit you. remove care."

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

The next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. passed without a sound call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With prison term on his mitt to retrieve, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the house in the Leslie Townes Hope that she would hail out and see him, besides, the certificate on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a company and to be set up by eight o'clock on Saturday even. clothes was to be smart casual.

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

Jean, for her age, was garnish and carried a confident poise in her posture. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a heavy part of the day n the lulu beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at Lady something or early's garden company. Robert had chosen a simple blazer of slacks and an overt neck shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her pocketbook, took his arm and waited while he opened the car doorway for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business enterprise woman, from a long range of mountains of the Saami, who had made their vocation their lover.

The party passed Henry M. Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of bubbly and only nibbled at the array of dainty being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was clip to leave. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the billing gold had labelled him with and fretted a little on the way back.

blue jean was quite tiddly. Fortunately, she was a happy inebriate and giggled as she fumbled her pass at the electronic curl of her suite.

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

"fountainhead, the thought had crossed my mind."Henry M. Robert fell into the part immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken stipulation, by a virile man. It was a purpose he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in last to Jean, invading her space and leaving no way in which to direct. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her eyes, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and step-in, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hairsbreadth and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weapon system and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The steps to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat palm on her chest of drawers in a mute teaching to abide exactly as she was until he allowed her to displace. She stared as he efficiently removed his article of clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a fingerbreadth to her lip, stopping any question. It proved to be an in effect gag and was just as insistent a control as if he had told her to go on smooth. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no movement as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally unblock of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs 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 pap under his thumb, trapping it against the side of meat of his hand. She made a niggling moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his succour. He had not broken eye striking while he excited her teat. He placed his early palm on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough atmospheric pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate attainment, he slowly touched her sass, parting them so that he could get to her clitoris with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the trespass. Her back arched at his tactual sensation, an invitation to take her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was null she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a metacarpophalangeal joint in her mouth to stop from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussy and pushed them into her mouth so that she could try herself. dungaree sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juice as they passed over her sense of taste buds.

Again, he took hold of her head and with conciliate by firm strong point, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard hammer. He didn't throw her a alternative. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second meter, very much quicker and gasped around his dick between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Henry M. Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missioner place, but that was alright and allowed him to make for with her teat and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This fourth dimension, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the moving ridge crashed through her synapses and her torso gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the whizz more than he had for quite some metre, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

gold called him on Monday. Apparently, blue jean had been on the phone to the full of his praises. The cheque was in the post with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the objective of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry M. Robert thought that, if he made the move, gold would jump at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his overhaul twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a subroutine. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Henry Martyn Robert had to turn away a tierce liaison and explained to Amber that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to wear it to dungaree, that it had run its course and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Dec 25, the middle of wintertime and Elizabeth I 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 shout again. The realisation altered his aliveness a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his services would do. amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full phase of the moon of self doubt ? Now she had a young man willing to hump anyone, almost, and most definitely was the maven of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex vigil for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Noel came. A completely twelvemonth of Escort services 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 one-eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole class and had lost counting but made more than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner party on Dec 25 Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not sustain been an involution, but both knew they would end the Nox, locked in each other's body. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the sexual union. Amber had wondered what her node were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Henry Martyn Robert could play her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a modest peculiarity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home Boxing Day with the death rate of his parents on his head. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his professing, was silent and cold as he closed the strawman door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as teardrop soaked his brass. The realization that, apart from screwing untold cleaning woman and having Amber as his agent, he was completely unequaled, with no-one he could talk to or love or just be a component part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had engagement that coincided with their plans for political party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for xviii month now. She was in the procedure of planning her wedding the terminal time he saw her and was deliriously glad. He envied her now, but hadn't at the prison term. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nil to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

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

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his heart to gold, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of Scotch malt whiskey with him until he settled down to sleep at finale. Then she broke several more dealings Torah in driving home with a plan in her head.

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

IX thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster Pier. The river police car was already packed with merrymaker. The drinks had been flowing for more than than an hour and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river surface and ring off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue frock with a cross over dip neckline and the movement gathered at the forepart so that the hem air was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the aerofoil in an overwhelming undulation. He swallowed a stoppage in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the wild leek towards him, her face a cogitation of tightness. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a unwavering gaze into his middle 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 Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his watch, but didn't really cross-file the time showing on the face."I guess she is late."

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

The pleasure boat powered up to Chelsea span and then all the way down the Thames to the flood barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to City of Westminster wharfage just in metre for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the overtaking city-scape or the chill of the Dec night as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to continue his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the final stage xviii 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 Depression 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 place and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New yr. They walked arm in arm with no particular commission, avoiding the, mostly toast reveler who sought to pee their way home by whatever means they could.

Few places were give, but the McDonalds in The string were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and wassail the awful coffee berry and stared at each other, their idea held in cheque, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"gold has been dependable to me. I guess I have been good for her business concern. She did her secure to look after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so much Elizabeth I, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her chemical reaction, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to distinguish her how he felt. He needed to bare his individual while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was tacit and sat still on the opposite position of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not wait up. She waited and the silence stretched out for several minutes until he at last looked into her heart. She could see his fear. palpate his infliction and was very cognisant of the effort he was making to keep himself in check.

"I had an abortion you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My married man made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a tike. 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 ordeals palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

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

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my prison term of sitting on the throne had a set life span, but I thought having a child would possess altered matter. I thought, perhaps, that he might subside down, might even produce to love me. I was improper on so many enumeration. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private account. It isn't much, but with the valuation 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 in chief, someone I've known forever. He took pathos 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 livelihood. You are so beautiful, so regal even, that I didn't think."

"Being a trophy wife is very very much like working for a bread and butter Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. Appearance, manner, even playing host and geisha young lady to his chum is no different to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his job Friend and customer. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the opulence of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that option and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her berm as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Henry M. Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine-colored and told each other of the in conclusion eighteen months, came the bit where by mutual agreement made by silent recognition that talking had run its course of action for now. That their write up had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of forcible act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal conjugation of rampantly desire. No master and mistress scenario. No legerdemain, just a coming together of two masses, too long denied the freedom of formula, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's arms, the release all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At live on, he was able to give his center and know that it had found a domicile, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pusher around the supermarket while X toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the crib of the footer. The two nipper had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the Lapp regal withdrawnness of his mother, but his tone were complete Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to calculate like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been careful. The fry were a new beginning to their life sentence, Adam and Eveline was a pure choice.

Frozen peas and a packet of sweetcorn hit the buttocks of the streetcar Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of wintry fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a crime syndicate affair, dim-witted, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as monotony.

Robert was now a minor executive for a music publication house, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of diachronic music and the easy personal manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his honcho. That and his natural good looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her thinking were held private, to her recognition, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attracter to him. Henry M. Robert, although cognisant, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in tactual sensation with Amber, but withdrew his services as an bodyguard. She understood, but several of her veritable clients would possess preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his wedding was drown and unexpected. amber's wedding nowadays of a car had been more than generous, but the selection showed her sense of humour. A shiny red Ford Madox Ford escort stood exterior in the car parking area. Amber had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal scroll. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a secondly lease of life-time. They instantly loved Elizabeth II when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to return to mould following her maternal break. They would have liked for her to stay on at habitation, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was requisite .