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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of interjection. Her pixilated grip at the groundwork of his turncock released, allowing the pent up source to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at good time velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his constrict cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside pavement, his orgasm ripped through his organic structure. Her sassing, locked around his majestic head, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the bag of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky ashen message, pocket billiards in the little hollow where root met organic structure, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her sassing, savouring the after mouthful of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate ineptness, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her throat until her rim met the resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his shaft once again, to take back to the warmness of her mouth. When she was fill she had sucked it all back into her sass, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his calamus to egress from her throat and between her lip until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

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

It had been plain torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of press release and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The unvarying erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her backtalk, he probably would have managed to hit the glass cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. microphone closed his eyes for a present moment's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a kiss on his backtalk. Her knocker brushed against the cooling tegument of his berm. He could taste his cum on her tongue as it slid between his dentition. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no option in the topic, endured it.

His advertising in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant date. He did remember to himself though, that his Price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher Leontyne Price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the grocery store, meaning that he might have a better, more think about 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 just motivation. It would be wondrous to find a deep charwoman to shop at him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier cleaning woman had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the lavishness of money came a certain spirit of dangerous undertaking. A deep woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to throw her wants attended to, than say, a cleaning woman who had to go for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to bet and explore or, a greater tedium and clock time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain stitch Edward Douglas White Jr. envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky house pelage which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced tit and surgically flattened breadbasket. Her wealth bought a organic structure more in keeping with individual one-half her age. They left the coolheaded confines of the pool house to retrovert to the support room where the afternoons amusement had started, then on further to the vaulted third house at the substructure of the stairs.

Mike angle forward, kissing her brass as he opened the main entranceway door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sun of an August day. The oestrus hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his clientele card, drove place to a cool down shower bath and a bailiwick session.

Before he hit the music Quran, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two content, the 1st from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's natal day bash ’. It was unvoiced to think of him as seventy. The other message was a little more inscrutable, but then turned out to be one of the several cross dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the township'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and readjust the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his hard currency raising dodge. He had been careful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't skirmish, not that it would be too often of a problem, it was a loose musical arrangement they shared, but it might prove tricky to explain if she saw him with dissimilar char all the clock time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slender effect on his progress through studying Hellenic music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the vital points of the lecture. business leader full point notes just didn't convey the real signification of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

"howdy, is that microphone ?"The distaff vocalization asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, mike speaking."He waited for her to keep, hearing a rustling, then a flashy interference. The melodic line went quiet for a second, then her phonation again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded 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 agreement to meet for a burnt umber the next break of day. Robert dropped the telephone receiver and hit the book of account. Vivaldi wasn't his deary composer, finding his music a bit too phrenetic for his tasting, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her John L. H. Down to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a tired vocalisation, she agreed, said night and dropped the receiver on its provenance, cutting off any prospect for a chat. He figured she had individual with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin typeface was framed by brown curl that sat atop a thin framed, pin down shouldered daughter. She wasn't unpleasant to attend at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a char, preferring ego self-assurance and a soundbox to match.

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

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

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

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

"Two pelf right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his small joke and was proud of to see she had understood the reference work to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her flowered dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerk, unceasing movements. Her dress hung off the articulatio humeri with a fashionably low cervix melodic phrase, a copy of early sixties manner with heavy flush in red and knock printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with knocker, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too lots for her spare frame.

She had no jewelry on not even a watch adorned her body. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her paw, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrists led to slender weaponry eventually lost in the cast off sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the persona didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky umber on a tray, telling him the moolah was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucer with the motley electron tube of sugar and a wooden scaremonger each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my firstly time and, well…"She ran out of Bible, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the efflorescence in her impertinence and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this encounter was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the metre of their innovation to familiar dominion, she might relax a trivial.

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

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

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

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his nominal head door and pocketed the tonality in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a narrow Larus canus off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should get extension sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball night-robe made up of level of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fag. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her fuzz rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

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

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

The food for thought was very beneficial, several track ranging from game, Fish, poultry and red centre, each accompanied by costless wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to meet one of the top award, a partnership in the fellowship after scoring a huge deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their mesa clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to split her face. The prize was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some fourth dimension later, when the room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous story, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their expiration. She had downed various transverse flute of champagne and was somewhat the regretful for it.

They found the limo, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their electric charge. Henry Martyn Robert opened the door for her and had to direct her in where her balance was off by a few degrees and one helping hand clutched the trophy.

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

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

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

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

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

wisecrack rushed for the bathroom as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance lobby as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the livelihood room and waited, listening to her retching, aim on just making surely she was okay before he left. He laid her key fruit on a glass topped coffee bean table that took centre of attention place of her sparsely furnished apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the living elbow room some ten minutes later, very a lot better and firm than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of intoxication had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a patch. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in presence of him, nervously wringing her script, looking, for all the earthly concern, like a distaff version of Uriah passel from the Charles John Huffam Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

5 proceedings passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the stool or left the edifice like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much glower register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate threshold behind him, she came back into the room, a small susurration of sound the only hint he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with wisecrack and a complete costume change.

Her milky Edward D. White cutis was an reverse line to the black of a cheap harness, the character Anne Summer catalogues sell. Fake leather straps surrounded her pocket-size white meat before joining and disappearing around her back only to reelect much humble and conjoin just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her branch, framing her hairless snatch. A studded collar completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like actual leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the impulse. Her nerves were shot already. His mirth would completely undo her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, frail even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. zip stuck out like rib or hip castanets, it was all just low than average. Naked, she had a indistinctness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left genu cocked in forepart of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her peg. Her weaponry hung to her sides and slightly around her book binding so that he could not see her manpower, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuff. Unbidden, a genial picture of fluffy garden pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

"Do you like ?"She coquettishly tilted her drumhead, 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 flooring at his base. He winced imagining the damage it must have caused her give up frame as she connected with the marble floor tile. She had indeed shackled her work force behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden routine of result and wasn't surely quite what to do with her for a bit. Certainly, her early behavior hadn't given any cue to this brazen-faced position of her.

He collected his opinion and decided to fiddle 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 tiles and the force play of her landing place on them had made her pap stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the inaugural time, did he question why adult female with petite breasts had large mamilla, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her heart flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

Fucking infernal region ! 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 articulatio genus and then stood only to rush out of the elbow room the moment she had her feet under her and then return a few s later with a cut 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 free weight in his right hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather cringle at the end of the braided handle.

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

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured hide, before swishing the craw and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would require to be gentle, if he didn't want to wound her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her debunk buttocks. She yelped dutifully and a pocket-sized red mark showed the stop of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"superior must punish me,"she muttered,"but passe-partout must penalize me hard, my sine are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next blast was Thomas More than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blow, he aimed so that none hit the Sami 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 null for Henry M. Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his idea of a fun metre, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one articulatio genus then the other so that she knelt upright in presence of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Henry Martyn Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her oculus that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one English and with a lilliputian crusade, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his turncock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her breast. One to a greater extent slash, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her left breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a igniter sweat on her supercilium. He dropped the harvest onto the settee.

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

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to pass between her mouth. Her mouthpiece was lovesome and a volition recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hairsbreadth at the spine of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to live with as much of his distance as he dared, lilliputian deeper then, pulled her head back, only to get out her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Henry M. Robert that she would probably experience allowed him to spew out his come in her throat. Instead, he took his hammer out of her oral fissure and slapped her impudence with it.

"Does my piddling slave need to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my little slut 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 Martyn Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the sleeping accommodation. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was E. B. White or a shadiness of E. B. White, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. color came from the eiderdown cover, being a cryptic blue. He found he liked the décor but would hold liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"bed covering your legs."

Her pegleg parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her peg aviate apart, exposing her pussy lips that pouted and were trapped between the strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any forcefulness, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the crop, evincing a yip of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the following lash of the whip.

Robert dropped his wearing apparel to the floor and knelt between her split legs.

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

He felt her bitch, running finger tips over her labia and then between her lip. Her little box was red hot and gear up for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger's breadth into her, making it palpate as if it was done with military unit, but in trueness, quite gently. He was aware that she was much minor than he and it would be all too wanton to suffer her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes Master, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

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

He pulled her up, grasping the craw on either side, trusting that she would spellbind it in her tooth. Her new angle allowed him to labor even further into her, his clod were slapping against her clitoris. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her trunk accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his coming, so he continued to get it on her in this variation of bow-wow, still forcing her psyche back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each culmination smashed through her body and her rallying cry reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

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

"issue off the rubber slave."She could only use her teeth ; her hands were still clasped in the paw cuffs.

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

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

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

Later, after the promised coffee, Robert left her house. The sun was just creeping up over the skyline of the River Thames. He was totally shattered and please with the supererogatory two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from somebody, truly dire. Henry Martyn Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing hybridization metro for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street mendicant never seemed to interpolate and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a goodness standard, fuzz combed and shortsighted and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Mon and Robert was trying to reimburse from the profound weekend. His Night with the Accountant had taken a huge glob out of his push reticence. The parkway to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late finish to the political party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the example, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a academic term where Lucy climaxed, she would found into him as if guilt trip drove her to demurrer. 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 bent up that needed the religious service of a head-shrinker. 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 domicile, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or backward glimpse as if she was shutting out the last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer earpiece, but it was only his female parent saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the subway to UCL where he had a lecture on mod influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music.

dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled egg and pledge, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the windowpane sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his perusal and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the itch to dump it in the recycle bin.

His eve was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an accompaniment for this weekend and wondered if you were unloose. I saw your advertisement in the local newspaper. Is that your real number ikon ?"

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

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

Robert took her contingent, discussed his fee of two hundred Cypriot pound for a six hour least sandpiper. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. attire was to be smart casual.

Sat evening found him outside her categoric in an East John Griffith Chaney Suburb. He had opted for a span of Stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan sport jacket that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some metre. brown deck shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite set for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the doorway to his insistency on the bell push, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her articulation, in its elation, suggested someone on the flyspeck position. Rachel was anything but midget. Although not rotund, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her denim and a multicoloured blouse at around five metrical foot nine with broad articulatio humeri and a heavy set body supported on thick legs that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her talky personality very well. She had made her face using just wind of colour over her eyes and a visible radiation blush to her cheeks. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her unforesightful brown hairsbreadth had been cut into her neck, shaped like a Italian sandwich, he noticed the elusive highlight of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the American Stock Exchange. Rachel gave the driver her invitation wit with the speech on it. coordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted b in Chalfont paragon St. Peter the Apostle in rural Essex. Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the return journey later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very large men in opprobrious suits and Joseph Black ties that looked like they might be strangling the sinew bound guys. Robert thought the suit might sustain had to be sprayed on.

The next three hour passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd saltation storey. He caught the occasional glimpse of her terpsichore with other charwoman and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a rugger prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The Scotch malt whiskey had been watered down or was such a cheap sort that all the taste and subject matter had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge drinking glass, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At live, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than than ready to go household. She had a young woman by the wrist and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the poor affair off of her feet.

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

The cab was a little recent for the takings journey. While they waited in the coolness of the night night, Rachel and sally swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped foreland first, onto the backbone seat yanking the rebuff quip behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to bring the one twist down fundament so he was facing the two little girl and would feature his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gearing, turned in the keister, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glimpse of T. H. White panties as her chick opened. He watched the two young woman as their knife performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite short circuit. He felt quite spare and additional to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their Passion of Christ increased.

Sally's fingers manipulated the release of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the fluttering to comprehend a breast. Rachel's hands were equally engaged, travelling the length of Sally's body and pull at her article of clothing as if it might make out undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the clip they reached Sally's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body parts, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to guarantee the cab driver to analyse the rear view mirror.

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

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

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

Robert would sustain let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the stochasticity of the two women, taking advantage of the doors left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble scene of tequila and some strange pinko juice. wisecrack was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a closing by room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot pecker while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to dig his buttocks with both deal."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is knickers down fille while I ‘ ave a good feel."

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

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

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the tizzy was about. most of his cock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to gift her an estimation 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 mouth between kissing each early, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to squall a hitch after a few min, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into will mouths.

The young lady picked up their drinks and walked into the life room. In unretentive order, they had divested themselves of article of clothing and had each snorted a stock, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some the great unwashed enjoyed the recreational incline of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, glossa darting as nimble finger's breadth manipulated. Then wisecrack went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her sass while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to steal all four finger into Rachel's physical structure. It was only a matter of clock time and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's header thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a loudly squeal as she came with a blowup of brownish-yellow fluid.

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

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

Henry M. Robert's future duty assignment found him in the clutches of an old woman after what had been a pleasant good 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 footmark too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and manfulness didn't service. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to smart her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her stake in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would suffer been handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so offend that he was almost physically brainsick. She eventually took the hint after several telephone cry that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Henry M. Robert's next few assignments and remnant of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his advertised turn, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been tiro luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many twelvemonth to a successful man of affairs who took little sake in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, person to show off to his contender and fellow alike. In her late XX, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex manikin, well educated and articulate. Her dress sentience unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to talk over terms.

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

He was to meet her at holy person Pancras Station, bring enough clothes for an stretch weekend and make sure he had something presentable to fatigue. Elizabeth was quite exact about the arrangement and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid tending to detail. His tag for the Euro-Star railroad train would arrive in the Emily Post the day before. If it did indeed make it, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would come on him something on account as a retainer in case his table service were needed at some future appointment.

The repose of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the day 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 political program. The board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, standard class retort to City of Light tucked into the indoors pocket of his sport jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured cap with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube post stairway. She was chief and articulatio humeri above most of her boyfriend traveller, her height turning various forefront and then her feeling causing a second coup d'oeil of discernment. She wore a elementary ‘ A'credit line, light blue wearing apparel that came to just above her knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and dead drib earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth I smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to recognize that she had detected him. Her hired man shot out and met his in a casual bridge player handshaking, all business like and impersonal, as very much as pelt contract can be.

Robert felt a minuscule tremor of charge and opened his mouth to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"hullo Henry M. Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, 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 smiling was robotlike, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to impress towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first social class. Separate carriages then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct look that he was no more than than the hired help. He had prison term to think about it on the two and a half 60 minutes it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the take help, little more than the status of a pet, he should take 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 capital of Seychelles, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in Sir Thomas More of her buying top executive. This was several hundred Euros a nighttime for the introductory elbow room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a nine restorative with a twist. She arrived a few second later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner party that Night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The course of study kept warm on a air hostess trolley and served by their own personal server. Henry M. Robert could not have put a public figure to the dishful he ate or the vino that accompanied the row. He related the issue of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the way display chancellor. Her private showing had left her somewhat to a lesser extent than inspired.

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

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

Robert was transfixed. He knew she was beautiful and had crafted an paradigm in his idea. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her breasts were in symmetry with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her breadbasket could not have been flatter, not even a slight excrescence to enounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a upright line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some sort of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too heavy nor too narrow down, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a book binding. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt push button as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first fourth dimension, held her without the roadblock of wearable between them. The silk sail had been kicked off into a collapse heap at the end of the immense bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his weed. Her sense of smell intrigued him, a insidious blend of natural and concocted essences. Her haircloth, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either side of her brain. Her eye, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his articulatio cubiti that supported his system of weights. She lay on her back, studying his facial expression silently, guilessly and with an ingenuousness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the clientele organisation had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the lead in this phase of their link. He cupped her left tit, rubbing the pad of his ovolo over her teat, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The candy kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breath. Henry Martyn Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this charwoman and equally cognizant, that was a severance of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his thinker and bent to the task.

Her clapper found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His script continued to manipulate her bosom until he slid it behind her shoulder to wrap her toward him so that they lay tum to stomach. Gently, with just finger hint, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve 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 shank, a ticklish spot under normal consideration, but an erogenous zone when in a intimate encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her header, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With perfect backwardness, he slid his lips and tongue between her boob, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the prat of her ribcage, over her belly clit and on towards her sex, interspersing his salt lick with small kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the back of his head, her fingers entwined with his fuzz, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her brass termination registered his osculation and the prevision of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last-place honor. Robert gently pried her peg apart so that he could smack her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light ghost over her button, which may as well have been from a live wire by the outcome it produced. The response was instantaneous and profound to her sensory faculty. She came there and then. With no Sir Thomas More than just the build up of sexual tension, hope and the practiced touch of Henry M. Robert's spit and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a human knee over her leg and then the early, so that he could have barren access code to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingers found her pap to tease and pick off them. Elizabeth I came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her manus between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Henry Martyn Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either face of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his punishing shaft zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to dawn her in a spousal relationship of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her sass, seeking entrance and home.

His initial thrust was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her eubstance to his intrusion. The minute and subsequent thrusts were with a eminent urging and need to take her as his conquest.

clip stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner rampart grip him with her brawny, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his come. Elizabeth I was expert at a brawniness control condition, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to barricade well before he got to the distributor point when he would not be able to hold in the motive to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the rubber, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a prospect to snaffle the packet, Elizabeth's back talk closed around his putz and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his bout to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her clapper, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to stop or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the enhancer coterie. He was about to put it on, but her manus stopped him, covering his finger's breadth, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deep Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the low swearing he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the Good Book was fitting in the context.

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

The pace settled into something realizable, that allowed for geographic expedition of hands and fingers, but was insistent in the request to fill in the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her coming 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 philia beats fibrillated at the sheer rapture of a arrant union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small shudder in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth I turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into snag that soon evolved into wracking sobs and lamentation of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The furnishing of wealth and emplacement, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the simple union of two the great unwashed can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his chest as she poured out her heartache. 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 dark was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much to a greater extent than gratifying, didn't quite hit the same heights of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

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

"Thank you Henry Martyn Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent remembrance of their initiative night."But, you must draw a blank me, bury this weekend and forgive me my second of weakness."

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

"auf wiedersehen Henry Martyn Robert, take care and please expect you defrayment 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 skin and that she would call up on his military service again.

He watched her walk away to the subway system, knowing that she wore nothing under the champaign, ‘ A'blood line garb in unaccented blueing. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as pass turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advertizement in the shop class window had been superseded with a flashier, more colorful card. It brought a few question, but was proving to be the faint spot of sale. He had taken out a modest space in the local disembarrass newspaper publisher impinging column which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth I and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and grueling about his hereafter. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the use of his extra-curricular activeness, was having a detrimental effect on studying Music. nearly of the clock time, he was far too tired to concentrate for more than a few bit before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, clip to consider whether he wanted to continue as a student and give up the professing, or chose the latter as a vocation move and possibly pick up the field later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new node, it dawned on him that he should bring together an authority. Let them find the engagement, pay them a little fee and have access to a much better form of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to acquire the good, he had to at to the lowest degree like the expression of the woman. Having them vetted by an government agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private face-off', an government agency that boasted a central London address and promised eternal customer. His resume was accepted and a abruptly audience in a trashy hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the contact clip and website they had. Robert removed his own advertisement and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't take long.

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

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her articulatio humeri as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a second, construct yourself well-to-do. '' Her accent mark hinted at California.

Her scent left a dense track behind her. Her attire, gauzy and calico, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to punctuate her trope. She was as tall as he, in her metallic greyness sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade duration in blonde tress of luxuriant heaviness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at to the lowest degree from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the drive to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a month, 'doing European Economic Community'. So far she had spent three days in City of Light and two in Dutch capital. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her Christian Bible, but intently on her backtalk. He realised she had perfective teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully albumen and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full face, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her oral fissure was expressive and spoke more in the hidden oral communication of the body than her words did. Her centre that danced, never resting in any one place for Thomas More than a split second, were grey/blue with a benighted outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My friends hollo me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the clock time ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't much he did n't care about her. He also liked that she let him off the come-on so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night golf-club, staying only long enough in each, to grab a deglutition and then, affect on to the future. Very standardized to her oculus, Suzanne seemed ineffective to settle at all.

Eventually, after what seemed like every nightclub in John Griffith Chaney, they ended up at Ministry of auditory sensation in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

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

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spin on the floor. Her choice of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight cloth spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than subtle thought of her bronze second joint. Robert joined her on the dance trading floor, holding his beer in one handwriting and her slenderize waist in the other. Through the adjacent few dance anthem, they clung to each other and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than 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 extra ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a while, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had clip to think, the jest was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't regard a man in my love life ... '' Her eyes glittered in the chew over lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grin was hush mischievous and her deliberate suspension caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

Clothing was thrown in any direction in the haste to get au naturel and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each former and maintaining a liaison of back talk, they managed to get to the sleeping accommodation and fall onto the faggot sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her back while his fingers sought her sex and his mouth sucked her pap into his mouth. She tasted great and the scent of her peel was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be subservient though. She had idea of her own and soon had his pecker in her wide mouthpiece while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing near of his length, covering him in her saliva.

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

Once she had satisfied her hunger for cock 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 role, little more than his client 's temporary 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 clock time that Henry Martyn Robert felt used and he was n't indisputable he liked that so much.

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

She threw her head back, stretching her farseeing neck, her throat exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after impact, bathed in shininess of perspiration from the exertion.

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

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

'' My purse is on the dresser ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a pink slip like trash after use.

Henry M. Robert 's tactual sensation of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to admit him to clean himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the use of her motivation and had no more pastime in him. He retrieved his wearable, dressed and yelled through the toilet door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego booster, very little, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a annotation from the Agency that his client had called to say that his overhaul was way above arithmetic mean and that the agency would be subject to recommendation back home. gold was transport that her new boy was such a success and added a script written note of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him cause to mull over yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to screw women on a veritable footing was an obvious up-side.

But the fruition that he was cipher more than a irregular affair, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of daytime. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the touch sensation of baselessness and lack of Charles Frederick Worth would not shift.

The way called with his following fitting for the stick with Saturday Night. Henry Martyn Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utilitarian. gold must give birth picked up on his lacklustre answer to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for tiffin that day.

amber turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her smell and her coming into court. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the shape of her jaw line and nerve. Eye shadow was muted, a blending of at least two colours and in perfect I with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simpleton'A'line dress and a bingle string of ivory around her neck.

She ordered luncheon for both of them, conferring with him over the option and deciding on a warm salad with a glass of Chardonnay to lap it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origin of private brush. How she had started it as an up-market client power point of touch as she put it. Her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. on the street had made her realise that she was better than the intermediate street girl. It had been a battle, coming from lowly parentage, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short sentence only, the comments that came from your first client have brought you to my attention and, I like to look after my `` peculiar '' cathexis. You seemed dysphoric on the sound earlier, so, I wanted to arrive at for sure everything is sanction with you. ``

Henry Martyn Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really know how to evince his rich flavour of worthlessness. Henry M. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his articulatio humeri noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

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

'' I see ''. She paused for a minute while she thought about the problem and then espoused her ism. `` That feeling is nix uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to observe our working and private life sentence separate. I ca n't secernate you how to do that, you will do work it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the early way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's oral sex and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the Saame way years ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was hunky-dory, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my fellow and created a split up lifetime, totally independent from piece of work. ``

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

Amber continued. `` You have plenty of give up time Robert, so why not get out in the earth and see the pink wine. odour the blush wine and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a recollective established patron, is affluent and do n't let the fact that she is German language put you off. ``

amber got up from the chairman, adjusted her frock and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Henry Martyn Robert. Go out and ascertain a lady friend. '' She left him at the table, his tender salad unaffected and now cold.

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

Twice a year, she would call common soldier skirmish, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Park Lane Hilton, spending wacky amount of money in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a lease peter was her bi-annual reward.

Henry M. Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the coiffure eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his organic structure. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the center of the entourage entrance 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 lately thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet body stocking and black patent leather high heels. Her boob were pushing at the mesh of the fishing net. Her nipples poked through and showed a Au bar in each. Her short blonde hair looked fatheaded and cushy, well cut into the scruff of her neck. She carried a few redundant Pound, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a fine specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

'' Tell me Henry M. Robert, do you go denude back or sheathed ? ``

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, shtup session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a pocket-size hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of hemangioma simplex and a subway of burnt umber, as sold by nigh sex workshop. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared deep brown all over his chest, abdomen and groyne, paying peculiar attention to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool off chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making certain they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a prospect to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierced breast were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely specialise before it flared out to her coxa. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the torso stocking and her legs, probably her best lineament, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her clapper went to work, licking up the chocolate, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberries placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as a great deal eroticism as she could possible muster.

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

At survive, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her mouth, using his satiate tool as a get-up-and-go rod.

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

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

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

'' Um. Yes. certain. ``

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

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

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

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

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

She spun around and sat on his side, demanding that he eat her out. Robert, thinking this to be just about as titillating as anything he had done before, stuck his glossa out and sucked as hard as he could to pull the fruit and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delectation and started to labour her rosehip rhythmically, smearing deep brown and fruit all over his face.

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

'' And now, for the Champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The bobber flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy house of cards spilled out of the neck to splatter over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her backtalk while she pushed his fountainhead between her backtalk. The iciness made his tool wince a footling, but the massage of house of cards felt Delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some clip that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to get immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark K bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a commodity few inch of the cervix. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her cunt was overcome with the gaseous liquidity that was expelled, under a pregnant force-out, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of Andrew D. White froth, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will apportion with the pip. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to bang me Robert. Please ? ``

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

She was quite loose from the expansion that bubbly had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much loose. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a impregnable rhythm, using his entire duration in long smooth accident. The bottleful slipped from her fingers and hit the flooring, 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 insistence and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her wooden leg, foundation locked behind his back, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

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

She called room service and they showered while the maid Service cleaned up. Henry M. Robert digit fucked her standing up under the hot piddle and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her lip. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading weewee to wash it away.

'' That was fun Henry Martyn 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 lighter than he had for several Day. It had been a fun eve. His sense of economic value was somewhat fix, adding a skip to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after commission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A note of hand from Amber asked what signification the strawberry and burnt umber had.

Elizabeth returned his call. She invited him to the races as her bodyguard. It was outside of the Agency, but Henry M. Robert did n't manage. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too adept to reach up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their profits from an dysphoric trackside bookie who shelled out six thousand British pound to the glad span."I know a fantastic little eatery in Weybridge."

She gave the focussing to her chauffer as they slipped into the rachis of the Rolls Royce parked in the phallus's car park.

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her succeeder, her cheeks were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple Jersey attire she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A ivory necklace of three fibril was her solely early ornament. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with subtle lead and refinement that highlighted her impertinence clappers. Her eye shadow was almost the Same vividness as her hide, just enough of a line to be obtrusive. Her fairness took his breath away and slip any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a finely place, carrying two Michelin stars to its figure. Elizabeth I chattered on, her hullabaloo had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous meshing, Henry Martyn Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to reserve her to flit from subject area to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, knot away and felicitous to take heed to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His grinning broadened. How could he evidence her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, other than the exploit division of his body, to offer her ? Someone who screwed charwoman for money, just a cheap cyprian really ?

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

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

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to holy person George IV J. J. Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the house and mansions that populated the exclusive rattling estate built around one of the honest golf course in the country. Her red-brick home had its own crushed rock drive in a U configuration behind a fuzz beech tree hedgerow that was just big enough to hide the sign from the route. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood panelling formed the incoming hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from centre of the flag floor of the entrance hall, up to the beginning level and out of good deal. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to be. The drawing elbow room was also panelled, but using blank ash rather than the oak of the entrance Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook open fireplace in red brick and a huge man of oak as an over chimneypiece dominated the elbow room with a shape iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The floors were polished ignite oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the elbow room. She sat on the super acid leather Fourth Earl of Chesterfield and patted the quad beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reenforce his affirmation, but his heart and soul thumped in his breast. This was a second of truth with a dubious outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male escort and me as a prize wife. Neither of us is supposed to have feelings or emotions, just be percentage of the housing and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his manus in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that sentence, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedchamber, carve up lives even. He prefers the caller of men, but for decorum's sake and the purity of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but nothing could be further from the verity. I shut up my feelings a long time ago and mostly drift 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 low gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth II ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and sustain been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't bury how you cried in my arms in Paris. You sobbed as if your kernel was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a perfect razz 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 Robert. It was a mistake on my division, to scream you again and I am no-good for that. I think it best that we not converge again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the flaming piazza."I'll birdsong you a cab to strike you home."Her shoulders hitched a little."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her suffering. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his subdivision, turning her to present him. Her tear filled eyes rose to assemble his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her organic structure into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made desperate love life on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his chest with her tears while he stroked her mind smoothing her whisker gently with his finger tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his sprightliness. His own doubt clouded any intellectual thinking. What could he grant, other than his love ? Their sex was get, filled with heat and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his chest. He felt her unstrain gradually and turn heavier. He may not be able to add much, but this was all he wanted. Just to accept her in his arms was enough for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full darkness outside. He wondered what the sentence was but didn't want to wake her to bet at his ticker. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her case with a daze of blonde. Robert felt a strong-arm aching just looking at her. It hurt to occupy her in, to experience so at ease, but at the same sentence, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Henry Martyn Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute wait. nil was said, the balance of the berth too fragile for very much for words. She kissed his brass and opened the door for him."I will call you. take up care."

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

The next few daytime passed without a telephone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With fourth dimension on his handwriting to cogitate, 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 cling around the theatre in the hope that she would occur out and see him, besides, the surety 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 party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. Dress was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the curiosity boy in gold's he-man farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the verge of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber Tell me you have boosted her business organization no end. I'm not surprise. Finding decent men to fulfill her books is never leisurely. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was cut down and carried a confident assuredness in her bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a prominent part of the day n the beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at madam something or other's garden company. Robert had chosen a round-eyed sport coat of slacks and an receptive necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

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

The company passed Henry M. Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of champagne and only nibbled at the array of kickshaw being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was time 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.

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

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

"fountainhead, the thought had crossed my mind."Henry Martyn Robert fell into the character immediately. It was obviously her short idiosyncrasy and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken experimental condition, by a manful man. It was a part he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in close to denim, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her clothes while looking intently into her eyes, holding them wrapped while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the book binding of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her backtalk forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms 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 bedchamber were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a prostrate palm on her breast in a silent instruction to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to be active. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a fingerbreadth to her lips, stopping any interrogative sentence. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a control as if he had told her to keep tranquillize. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder joint while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally destitute of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his quarter round into the waist stripe of her scanty and eased them over her hips and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the mammilla under his thumb, trapping it against the English of his hand. She made a small moue and gasped at the sudden foreplay. It hardened and darkened at his succor. He had not broken eye striking while he excited her teat. He placed his early ribbon on her tummy, just above her vee with just plenty force per unit area to let her do it it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her button with just a fingerbreadth tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the trespass. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Robert fingerbreadth fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her sass to block from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingerbreadth from her moist pussy and pushed them into her backtalk so that she could taste herself. denim sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juices as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took detainment of her head and with placate by unfaltering strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't grant her a choice. She was to blow him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second fourth dimension, a great deal quicker and gasped around his peter between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the rubber, and then slipped between her knee joint which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was O.K. and allowed him to encounter with her nipples and blarney her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her sexual climax was not mute. She cried out as the undulation crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sense datum Thomas More than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

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

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his avail twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a purpose. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Henry M. Robert had to deny a third gear affaire and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to blue jean, that it had run its course of study and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the centre of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six calendar month had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The recognition altered his life a piddling. If he couldn't have her, then almost any fair sex who hired his overhaul would do. amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was wide-cut of ego doubtfulness ? Now she had a untested man bequeath to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several clip over.

And then, another Christmas came. A whole year 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 eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a whole yr and had lost count but made more than sufficiency money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's bodies. It was a satisfying nighttime and both had got what they wanted from the yoke. Amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could diddle her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a meek curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his mind. The plane, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was mum and cold-blooded as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no word of advice. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as split soaked his nerve. The realization that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his agent, he was completely solely, with no-one he could babble out to or fuck or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many fourth dimension he had dates that coincided with their programme for political party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for xviii months now. She was in the operation of planning her wedding the survive time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a hereafter that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the 3rd gang and realised immediately, that there was something terribly incorrect. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking various traffic laws in the procedure and left her bewildered young man without explanation.

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

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

nine thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster Pier. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The drinks had been flowing for more than an 60 minutes and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river Earth's surface and repeat off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hate, something he saw as just kick rude and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his watch, up the wild leek towards the paving material and there she was.

Elizabeth II stood clutching her pocketbook, wearing a draped, electric blue garb with a cross over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the front so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His essence lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the airfoil in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a limp in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in casing he suddenly began to cry.

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

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

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his scout, but didn't really register the metre showing on the fount."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 political platform of the river cruiser.

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the Thames River to the flood barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster pier just in time for the countdown to two one thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the qualifying city-scape or the chill of the December nighttime as they sat, away from the company, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his spirit covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the utmost eighteen calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of Great Depression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering likeable murmurs and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made slip and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New yr. They walked arm in arm with no particular counsel, avoiding the, mostly drunk reveller who sought to make their way household by whatever means they could.

Few plaza were loose, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Henry Martyn Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and drank the awful umber and stared at each other, their thoughts held in balk, conversation had ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing sentiment. The secrecy stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"amber has been honest to me. I guess I have been serious for her business concern. She did her outflank to count after me. I've been a bit of a heap I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his groundwork."I've missed you so a good deal Elizabeth II, so much."He didn't daring look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to air his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth I and I can't supporter it."

Elizabeth II was dumb and sat still on the opposite side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not expect up. She waited and the secretiveness stretched out for several instant until he at cobbler's last looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. Feel his painfulness and was very cognizant of the exertion 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 nipper. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so drear to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the while you have suffered worse, a good deal worse."He reached across the mesa and gripped her paw as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my metre of sitting on the potty had a limited life span, but I thought having a nipper would let altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might finalize down, might even grow to have it off me. I was wrong on so many counts. 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 allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert was suitably bite and justify."It's just that I believed you to be above working for a keep. You are so beautiful, so regal even, that I didn't think."

"Being a trophy married woman is very much like working for a living Robert. You can't pillow slip up in anyway. show, manner, even playing master of ceremonies and geisha girl girl to his cronies is no unlike to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his business friends and client. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at to the lowest degree, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice 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 shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave management to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine and told each early of the death eighteen month, came the minute where by mutual agreement made by silent identification that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of physical act would start the healing process.

They made making love. Not an animal coupling of wild desire. No master and fancy woman scenario. No thaumaturgy, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth II cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's blazonry, the passing all too much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At final, he was able to give his heart and know that it had found a base, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Henry Martyn Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handgrip, his sister gurgled happily in the cribbage of the baby-walker. The two nipper had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his looks were double-dyed Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth. The option of name calling had been deliberate. The minor were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a utter choice.

Frozen pea plant and a mail boat of sweetcorn hit the buttocks of the tramcar Elizabeth I was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sat shopping was becoming a ritual, a class affair, round-eyed, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Henry M. Robert was now a nestling executive for a euphony publishing house, promotion was within his appreciation. Although he hadn't completed his point, his knowledge of historical music and the easy manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his natural skillful flavour had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a fiddling during his consultation. Her thoughts were held buck private, to her course credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attraction to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in speck with Amber, but withdrew his services as an bodyguard. She understood, but several of her even clients would feature preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the alternative showed her sense of temper. A shiny red fording date stood out-of-door in the car park. amber had accepted the use of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal ringlet. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a second letting of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth II when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Robert's dad even flirted a picayune and surprised them all.

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