C. Charles VII Fenwick was 42 days old, wealthy beyond his motive, alone in the earth. His given public figure is Chadwick. He cursed his parents for naming him Chadwick Fenwick. What a stupid epithet. He went by Charles in the business creation. His close comrade called him Chadic language. They were associates ; he really had no one he called a friend. Charles the Great had been successful in business, he had a knack for it and a campaign to succeed. He had a beautiful wife and a Loretta Young son. Then ten years ago he lost them both in an motorcar chance event. In his heartache he shut himself off from the creation, turning his mind completely to making money. He did n't give care who may be shunted aside, stepped over, inconvenienced. He would follow, spectacularly. Oh sure he had his physical needs. Those reappeared after two or three years. But he could never give himself over to anyone again. He could n't expose his marrow to the risk. So he had companions. No one he would prognosticate a girl. His stream fellow traveller was a 26 year old ravisher. Large firm bosom, wide hips, dark fuzz, dark eyes. She could suck his cock like no former and tantalise him to exhaustion. She was hot and offbeat and there for his want. But he knew she enjoyed his money, while he enjoyed her organic structure. She was n't a harlot or squall girlfriend, just a young woman enjoying some of the finer affair in life. And C. Charles I Fenwick did delight the finer things in spirit. Starting with his penthouse apartment. A rooms of way overlooking the parking lot. He employed a chef to prepare meals as needed and a housekeeper to draw sure everything was in order.

Tonight he waited for his companion Bailey to go far. While enjoying a glass of beneficial wine-coloured he thought about something that had happened on his way home. He often walked home to delight good conditions and had no trouble ignoring most people on the street, walking past them in his own human race. Tonight though, just a couple cylinder block from his edifice he passed a youth panhandler. A disheveled woman, wan, tired looking. As common, he would have walked by, but she caught his eye. He looked again. trench blue heart, somewhere between hopeful and hopeless. He stopped, took out his wallet hoping he might birth a dollar or two. He rarely carried immediate payment, who did these sidereal day, but he found a twenty. It seemed a bit much. What was he thinking, he could ignite cigars with a 20 and never notice. He dropped it in her basket.

'' Thank you sir. '' Her vocalization, tired, but pleasant. He looked at her again, then passed on.

Why was he thinking of her now ? Maybe the bangle of the post. Just another unfortunate. Maybe a druggie ? individual who lost in this game of life ? The door buzzer. That would be Bailey. He forgot about the beggar as he let her in. She 'd brought a champion. This was promising to be an interesting night.

'' Hey chad, this is my friend Kenzie. I brought her over to party with us tonight. Bob Hope you do n't mind ? '' Mind ? Here was another hot young babe half his age. She had straight blonde hair, dark-brown eyes, a tight small ass and perky tits. She also had a perky personality and practically bounced into the apartment after her friend.

'' surely no problem. Welcome. ``

'' See, I told ya Kenz. And look at this place, and the view ! ``

Kenzie looked around. `` Wow. '' Then she looked at Charles. `` Wow. '' Now this was a girlfriend who knew how to ingratiate herself with her host.

'' wine-coloured lady ? ``

'' Yes ! '' `` OK, thanks. ``

They settled on the sofa, one fille on either side of Charles. Nathan Bailey was already running her hired man over his chest. Kenzie was still looking around, wondering how matter would go.

'' Lake Chad, I missed you, it 's been a few days. ``

'' Sorry Bailey, work has been meddling. But I do accept fourth dimension coming up. I thought we could go up to my lake house, spend some time on my boat ? ``

'' aplomb. Yes, just order me when. ``

Materially driven people were so easy for Charles. Dangle a dinner, or a gravy boat, or new earrings and their whole mindset changed. It was the same in business. Now Bailey was properly motivated. She slipped off her shirt, letting him see her bountiful tit in the new red lace bra.

'' ejaculate on Kenz, show Chad what you 've got. '' Kenzie needed no more encouragement. She too removed her shirt and quickly lost her bra. Two upturned B cup knocker now awaited Charles VII'attention. He lifted Kenzie onto his lap and began sucking at one channelize nipple, and then the other.

'' Why do n't we take this inside ? '' He was definitely getting a piece of this hot new ass tonight. Oh sure he 'd have hatful for Bailey too. He was in good form for his age, but kept a line of descent of pills to insure he performed like a guy their age. They moved to the mogul size bed down the hall. This was an spear carrier room he used for these character coming upon. None of his visitors were allowed into his private bedroom.

Charles stripped and positioned himself against a pile of pillows. In addition to business concern acumen and wealth, he was also blessed with a fairly impressive cock. It was a beneficial 7 inches, a estimable heaviness too. If asked he told char it was over 8 in. Who 's measuring, and it usually excited them. His pecker was hard and standing proudly. Kenzie again said, `` Wow. ``

He almost said the same thing when Kenzie dropped her pant and lash. She was obviously a natural blonde. Wispy short haircloth collected on her mound above her cleanly shaved backtalk. Nathaniel Bailey was completely bald, but this was a nice variety. He knew then what he wanted. He slid down a footling on the bed.

'' Bailey, I 've got something here that needs your attention. '' Yes it did, and she was just the cocksucker to take care of it.

'' Kenzie, up here, I feel like I need to get better acquainted with that cute pussy of yours. '' Pearl Mae Bailey got to work on his pecker, sucking it into her mouth and expertly using her tongue to tease his full duration. Kenzie scooted up on the bed and squatted over his face presenting her pussy to him. He pulled her down and prodded at her with his tongue. Then licking her slit and suck at her clit to get her going. He savored her wetness, slipped two fingers into her soused cunt and fucked her that way as he licked up and down tasting her, inhaling her sweet nip. This was full. He liked a sweet vernal pussy in his face. He was n't so interest about her getting a lot of pleasure, chad just wanted that refreshing newness. bailey was busy servicing his cock and in a few bit he 'd fill her with his cum, but a nice new slit to mouthful before filling it with his cock was Charles'idea of a good evening. Bailey would be back for boats and jewellery and overnice dinners, but this might be a single shot at her booster. He knew how young woman were. If he spent too much time on Kenzie, then no way Bailey brings her around again. Kenzie was now grinding on him. His fingers had found a undecomposed point, she was rocking her hips rubbing her puss on his face, his slim beard would be coated in her juice. Bailey was doing her near on his cock, but Chad was getting into this blond cunt more that he usually did. For him women were a release to be had as needed. He was never abusive or cruel, he just did n't possess the time for romance. Nor the desire. It was a physical act, enjoyable certainly, but a satisfying of a demand. Kenzie, began tensing and cumming, he pinched her pointy teat and she went off, dripping her female person cum. That was it. He needed this blond pussy, now.

'' Move over Bailey. '' She sat back. She might be a piffling worry. Was he disappointed in her, not satisfied ? Charles flipped Kenzie over on to her knees. He positioned his cock at her pussy and drove it cryptical. She was n't expecting his length AND girth and cried out.

'' Sorry. '' He backed off and found the justly depth, then held her slim down hips and fucked her relentlessly, shaking her, her blond hair whipping back and Forth as he drove his pulsing dick into her. Then reaching his peak he felt his whole body clench, a mo, and liberation. His hot cum coating her inside. When he 'd emptied himself he sat back. He looked at Bailey.

'' It would be a shame to let that go to neutralize. You were working for it anyway. '' Maybe that was a little mean value. But he did get off on watching two women together and watching bailey drub his cum from his modish subjugation, her friend, that was too estimable to choke up. He 'd have to have his office helper pick up something nice for her. Bailey, looking a piffling dejected rolled her Friend over onto her back and set to licking his cum as it dripped from Kenzie. He was n't sure enough if Kenzie was into girl on miss but she seemed too spent to debate. Instead she said,

'' Tchad, you 're so big. I 've never felt one like that. '' He smiled at her. He knew she was partly trying to gain party favor, but hey maybe she had n't been with such a well endowed guy before. He was n't worried that he 'd just floor his cum into her. A couple geezerhood ago he 'd had himself fixed. He was n't bringing any more shaver into this icky world. And he did n't want anyone trying to bribe or blackmail him. They could have his seed. But no one was getting any sperm. He was free to sleep together who he wanted. He paid a very good Doctor a lot of money for habitue testing. Such is life.

It did n't seem that Kenzie really got off from Bailey 's endeavour but at least her pussy was clean. And watching them had kept his cock at half mast. He liked it that way. Still longer than most guy rope and ready for action with little more endeavor. Bailey had finished with Kenzie and was now laying by him, rubbing her nails on his cock. He was going to own to sleep with her tonight or she 'd pout. He might soon need to move on from her. At some point you could n't throw them leading you around by your cock, making you want their kitty. There would be tears, there always was, then she 'd be gone. He 'd do without for awhile, but eventually when the need arose, he 'd see a likely lady friend and it would lead off over. But for now, she was still amusing him, and she had hot friends. He 'd commit her a ripe nookie, assure her, then ingest some peace and quiet when they left.

He was soon stiff. Bailey got on top and rode his difficult cock. She could conduct well-nigh of him, so that was courteous. She told him how hot he was and how his vast rooster filled her and excited her. She came twice, then worked him with her slit until he filled her. She settled on him. Letting Kenzie do it that he was hers. They left after a late dinner party. He 'd probably send something to Kenzie. He usually did n't the world-class time or so with a new girl. He wanted it plain that he was n't buying them. But she was good. He liked that blond pussy of hers. Who knows, maybe she 'd suit his regular. Would n't that ass with Nathaniel Bailey 's capitulum ?

When they were gone he looked around the apartment. Mrs. Roger Williams would grumble about cleaning up after one of his piece of tail Roger Huntington Sessions. But what did she expect ? The apartment was spacious. A kitchen and dining way, large bread and butter room, his buck private chamber, the nookie room and a diminished guest room. He did n't often have Edgar Guest, but sometimes weather conditions or consequence in the urban center booked up the upright hotels. He relaxed with a good Scotch, sated. It had been a dear evening. But something nagged at him.

Days went by, his evenings a mix of body of work and events. As with most affluent men he gave, generously he thought, to charities. It helped to assuage any guilt that could creep in from the wealthiness he enjoyed. Still he passed by most people on the street without a thought. Then one evening walking home, on a different street, across from where he was, he saw her again. He stopped and looked to be for certain. Yes, he was certain. He made his way across and stood by her. Had he been thinking about seeing her again when he had his supporter get variety for him ? She seemed to be wearing the same soiled clothes. Her haircloth needed a good lavation but otherwise there was no distinct odor. She did n't smell like alcohol. He dropped a 50 in her basket.

'' Bless you. '' She said reflexively, then seeing the 5-0 on the placard, looked up in daze. `` Oh, you again. Thank you so much. ``

'' Let me see your teeth. '' He 'd asked before thinking.

'' Oh, no sir. I do n't suck cock, even for 50 dollars. If that 's what you want you can have it back. I, I have n't sank to that yet. No sir. ``

C. Charles Fenwick looked down in surprise. She thought HE was going to buy a bump job ?

'' No, no, no young Lady. I 'm not soliciting. But, please, show up me your teeth. '' She made a grimace, exposing healthy, if slightly grubby teeth. `` No alcoholic drink ? No drugs ? ``

'' No sir. Just down on my fortune. '' He added another 20.

'' Do you stay at a shelter ? ``

'' With your kindness, I can. And get a honorable repast too. Bless you. '' Charles nodded, then moved on.

At his apartment, Mrs. Williams was grouching about cleaning up his extra way, as she called it. `` I 'm a proper Christian woman and to houseclean up after your debauchery, Mr. Fenwick. well I 'd rather not.

'' Mrs. Williams, I 'm a single man and I will entertain how and whom I choose. If you do n't worry to work for me, there are other apartment to clean in this city. '' She humphed and grumbled and gathered her supplies. Then she slapped a composition on his table.

'' That is the invoice for this week. And this will be my final exam week. Thank you. '' She left.

Good elimination he thought. He 'd detect someone else. Maybe someone better to take care at as they moved around the place. He was feeling needy again. Maybe time to yell Pearl Bailey. Or, what was her champion 's name ? But he called Nathan Bailey. He was in a temper. Mrs Hiram King Williams had annoyed him. The vagrant girl nagged at him. Then there was the usual business sector business concern. He needed an outlet. Fortunately bailey was ready and willing to be that vent. He supposed he 'd have to involve her to the lake. Then maybe locomote on.

Bailey showed up two hours later. She was dressed, as requested, like a slutty tramp. Ready to be used. Charles grabbed a handful of her hair's-breadth, pulled her to him and kissed her voiceless on the mouth, using his other hand to roughly force her tit. She moaned and looked at him.

'' Does my strong man ask his slut tonight ? Are you going to use me ? Fuck me good with your big cock. ``

'' Shut up bitch. Just do what you 're told. '' He drew her in again, cupped her mound and pushed into her with his fingerbreadth. Her short skirt prevented him from entering her. She was not wearing underclothing. `` In the sleeping accommodation. '' He slapped her hard on the ass as she turned. She shook her ass at him all the way down the hall. MMM, he was thinking how he was going to use her tonight. When they got in the bedroom he had her strip, then pushed her back on the bed. `` On your stifle. ``

Charles was n't often this wired up. They 'd played rough before, and they 'd had sex in a variety of room, but he had a touch she might be sore at the end of tonight. Oh well, she liked a bit of rough stuff and the thought of a weekend at the lake on his gravy boat, first grade food and vino, and his big peter, would help make up for this even. He wondered if she had doubts, if this was all worth it. She took her position, at least he was n't tying her up. He got up behind her. wham ! 'Oh shit'belt ! 'oh fuck'Her ass would be red. Charles VII looked at the hand print on her veracious ass face. Maybe she needed one on the left. WHACK ! Damn, her ass was red. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands.

'' OW shag, Chad. ``

'' Shut up '' WHACK ! Now both cheeks were even. He held her and fed his peter into her. She took his length but winced each meter he slammed into her ass. He fucked her arduous, and deep, and fast. Then he spit on her son of a bitch. She 'd know what was coming.

'' Oh god. '' Yes, his club was going up her ass. His cock was lubed from her pussy, then his fingerbreadth invaded her ass.

'' OOOOOOOOHHHH ! '' whang !

He withdrew from her kitty and pushed his cock against her ass, pushing the mind right wing in. Then he stopped.

'' Oh, oh, oh. '' He caressed her cheeks, teasing her, letting her anticipate another savour. He lightly tapped her cheek, distracting Bailey, then, pushed.

'' Oooooh fuck. '' He was in, but he had a agency to go. She bent her head and waited for Chadic to fill her ass. And here it came, in, in, deeper, his hands on her sore ass cheeks. more than pain from his mitt than from his invasion. Her ass stretching. Then he was all the way in. A instant, then out, out until only an inch or two remained, then barb. All the way. And now it was on. He fucked her ass, and fucked her ass. Grunting with his exertions. A few Light slaps on her ass as he took her deep. Finally he came into her. He pulled out.

'' Get a wash cloth. Clean me well because it 's going back in your mouth. '' She cleaned him, then sucked his cock. Then he fucked her, driving her sore ass into the bed with each thrust. When he at end came again he was satisfied. He looked over at Nathaniel Bailey. Young, attractive. Too experienced to be sweet.

'' Should I suck you clean ? '' Now he felt a little bad. She 'd had her uses for him tonight, but now he was relaxed.

'' I 'm sorry Pearl Mae Bailey. ``

'' No, no that 's ok. You had a need.. ''

'' Maybe a bit too far. Really, clear the weekend of the 15th. We 'll slack up, have fun. Sunbathe on the boat. I know some secluded smudge. ``

'' Thanks Lake Chad. Do I need to get anything ? '' Chad leaned over and kissed her on the nose.

'' Yes. Get a new swim suit. And something cute for dinner. Tell them to charge my business relationship. ``

'' OOh, yay. Ow. '' She moved on the bed.

'' Maybe some lotion too. '' She smiled. Ah she was going to be a tough one to leave. Bailey stayed for awhile. He listened to her go on about her friend and workplace. It mostly bored him, but Charles figured he owed her some of his free time for putting up with his aggressiveness earlier. Finally she left and he relaxed. It was tranquillize. He had been able to release some of his annoyance with the existence, taking it out on Pearl Bailey 's ass. At least he had n't taken out the whip and string.

The next cockcrow it was cooler. As he waited for his car he saw the Whitney Young ma'am begging for modification. He walked down and asked why she was out here in shorts and a wakeful shirt. He 'd given her cash just the other day.

'' Yes, you were generous, but money does n't last forever and I try to save some for harder days. I did hold a full repast. I 'm grateful to you for that. '' As his car pulled up Charles thought a moment.

'' Will you come with me ? ``

'' I told you sir, I do n't have sex for money. ``

'' Nothing like that. I 'd wish to..to help you. I want to ask a few questions. ``

'' Can I bestow my few matter ? ``

'' Yes. yes, we 'll put them in the body of my car. I 'm on my way to ferment downtown. Ben will get and we can babble. '' She caught her breathing spell. `` Is something wrong ? No one will harm you. ``

'' No, it 's ok. I 'll go with you. I 'm about at my wits end, I suppose I can remove a chance. ``

'' I promise, no one will harm you or address you inappropriately. ``

'' Men are n't always so variety. ``

'' Yes I know. '' Charles had his driver open the trunk then gave him didactics to call his personal assistant at the office with a tilt of project. Ben looked uncertainly at the cleaning woman. He was thinking his knob could probably find mortal a footling cleaner if he needed some action at law. Charles waited until the woman was in the car, then went around and got in the former English. The charwoman looked at the interior of the luxury sedan chair, then at Charles.

'' My gens is Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles. What is your epithet ? ``

'' Amy. ``

'' Amy. commodity. Now I want to ask you a few interrogation. '' She stared at him with her deep bluing eye. She nodded.

'' Do you do drugs ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Do you tope excessively ? ``

'' No. Some. Not a lot. ``

'' Why are you on the street ? '' She began crying. He wanted to pertain her to see to it her, but decided he should stay on his side for now. Through sobs she tried to explain. Thrown out of her mansion. Abusive Father-God. teenager pregnancy. fry 's father left. Could n't finish college. Could n't find a job. No home, no mention, no job, no hope.

'' You could n't find anything ? Surely .... ''

'' Easy for you sir. When you have squeamish things, you keep nice things. When you have nothing. And I 've tried saving every dollar I can get. So I can ... so.. ''

'' So you can do what ? ``

'' find my sister. They made me give him up. If it was n't for my dream, I probably would have been selling myself. But I want to be a proper mother someday. ``

'' Oh jeez. Your family line abandoned you ? You have no one to reverse to ? '' She just shook her head then bowed it, sobbing.

The number one wood lowered the detachment panel. `` Ms. genus Penelope says everything will be set. ``

'' Thank you Ben. ``

'' Amy, when we get to my post, I 'd wish you to go with my helper Penelope. You may ring her Penny. She will see that you have a hot shower, new clothes and a good meal. ``

'' Why are you doing this ? ``

'' If I said you reminded me of someone, can we leave it at that ? '' She sniffed away tears and nodded her forefront. They met Penny who looked over Prince Charles'new, well she did n't be intimate what. penny was zilch if not A-one efficient. Charles II never thought about bedding her, though his clientele associates often assumed he must be sampling such a tasty looking adult female. But she was much more valuable to him as his help and they remained entirely pro. To the point where she was one of the few people who could call him out on some of his action. She took him aside.

'' Really Carolus, what 's going on here ? Street urchins ? Is n't that big boobed bimbo of yours enough ? ``

'' Pearl Bailey is n't a bimbo. But no this is nothing like that at all. Please get her cleaned, clothed and fed. Talk to her, as a woman. She 's still cautious with me. Oh and do you feature a doctor she could see ? Who knows how long she 's been on the street or in tax shelter. And feel out how old she is. ``

'' Yes Prince Charles. '' She looked uncertain.

Later that afternoon centime buzzed Charles in his office and asked if he had a few min. He told her to come right in. She entered with a fall upon young charwoman behind her.

'' Amy Henderson, C. Charles Fenwick. '' Amy looked around at the New agency. No old Mrs. Henry Wood pane and sullen large chairs. Charles'power had large windows ; it was light, windy, trash and metal. Charles VII showed the women to chairman across from his desk.

'' Amy, you look very nice. How do you feel ? ``

'' 1000 % better. Thank you both, but why am I here ? ``

'' Because of fate I suppose. You were in the properly place and caught my eye and well, I 've never done this before. Oh sure I donate to various grounds, but no not individually. ``

Penny spoke up. `` Amy is 24. She has a high school sheepskin and has actually attended some college courses. She has no current regular source of income. Doctor Dowling says she has no apparent medical payoff, pending bloodwork, no planetary house of drug use, nor sexual contumely. Somewhat malnourished, but now clean and good for you. What next boss ? ``

'' I have an idea. Amy, can I entrust you ? ``

'' Yes. I do n't slip or cheat. Well, maybe some days when I 'm hungry I may deal a piece of fruit from that stand on 57th. ``

'' graspable. But if you were well fed and had a safe office to sleep ? ``

'' I 'm an honest person, sir. I have my monetary standard, despite how I 've fallen. '' Charles looked over at Penny. cent rocked her principal, unsure of where this was going.

'' Ok, a proposal. '' Amy stiffened. `` No, your merit is safety, though your ears may get word thing. '' Penny rolled her eyes. `` My housekeeper quit on me this hebdomad. I have n't found a replacement. Could you take tending of my apartment ? Maybe run some local errands for me ? I have a part with room where you can live. I pay well. '' centime looked on surprised.

'' Charles, what about ? ``

'' Yes, that 's the other contribution. ``

Amy, `` Other part ? ``

'' Some even, I may harbour Friend. Women. We will do as men and women do. You may pick up us from your room. You are free to go out those dark if you choose, but hopefully you wo n't be offended cleaning up after us the next day. That 's what bothered Mrs. Williams. ``

'' I 've cleaned up at the shelter. Would you really pay me ? I do n't really manipulate very well. ``

'' Just cleaning and errands. I have someone who cooks. You 'll be looking to go on a diet in no time. ``

'' I, I do n't screw what to say ? And I have no obligations, you know ... ''

Penny cut in, `` Ms. Henderson, I know from personal experience that Charles I keeps his commercial enterprise, all business. If he touches you I 'll rip off his clod. '' Amy put her hand over her mouth.

'' I suppose my reply is yes. ``

'' Perfect. Penny, you have the repose of the afternoon off to take Amy shopping for clothes and anything else you feel she needs. I 'd appreciate it if you 'd accompany us back to my apartment after work so we can get Amy settled. ``

'' Of track. Let 's go Amy this can be fun. ``

'' OH, I almost forgot. My matter in the car. I, conjecture I do n't need the clothes, but there 's a diminished bag with personal particular. Can I get them ? ``

'' Yes, we 'll be taking the car home later. '' And with that the woman left Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles to his thoughts.

C. Charles VII Fenwick sat back in his chair, his bridge player behind his head. Just what was he doing ? A rupture caught the side of his nose, ran down to his lip. Was he getting soft ? No. It was something more than that. But what ?

Charlemagne, centime and Amy rode back to his apartment after Amy checked that her bag was there. She clutched it to herself as they rode. This clock time she was unobjectionable, comfortably dressed and had hopes. And care. She was taking a luck. She 'd be living in an apartment with a I man. A very powerful, robust man. If this was all some ruse to use and abuse her, who would think the tramper when she was found back on the street. The money spent on her so far was a pittance to Charles. But it was prison term to take a chance. If spoiled came to worst she 'd let him consume his way and move on. Lesson learned. She looked over at him. Serious, restrained, seldom smiling.

They arrived at his apartment edifice. Amy took banker's bill that he used a key and pressed the P floor at the top. They were quickly whisked to the top of the construction. The lift opened into a small lobby with only one threshold available to them. Charles IX opened the room access and allowed Amy and Penny to insert. Amy looked around at luxury she could only imagine. To call in it an apartment was the understatement of the year. highschool cap, across-the-board open windows looking out over telephone exchange Park, all light colours, shiny, new, modern.

'' Welcome to my house Amy. I hope you will be well-heeled here. Let me show you around. '' They walked into the living sphere, well-fixed furniture, a huge TV on the wall, a bar, and room to entertain. The bright advanced kitchen, with all the contraption Charles the Great'chef needed to prepare repast when requested. `` The kitchen is yours to use. I 'll organise with you if Henri has put aside anything for a special function. Otherwise feel release to reach yourself anything. You will not be required to cook for me. Keeping all of this spotless will be employment enough. '' They walked past the dining room, mansion bathroom, then stopped at a large bedroom. A king size of it bed and single dresser were the only furniture. `` This is, well to be frank, where I entertain women friends. They rarely stay over, so you can check this room in the first light to see if the canvass need cleaning and anything needs to be put away. They would go in that dresser. ``

'' The whips and range of mountains '', centime added. Amy 's eyes opened wide. A hand came to her face.

Charles, `` Yes, or dildos, paddle, strap-ons, all fashion of sex toy. Some girls like to be spanked, so you may learn cry. No one is actually injured. But you may line up some particular that need to go back in the dresser. Will that be a problem ? ``

'' No, your personal life is to be no concern of mine. ``

'' trade good. Speaking of which, the closed elbow room at the end is my personal bedroom. It 's to stay that way. ``

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Oh and please, not sir. It makes you sound like an old English butler. Charles I will do. ``

'' Yes, of course. ``

'' Good, now let 's go back through the living room. '' On the far side of the living room was one Sir Thomas More elbow room. It was n't as large as the other rooms, but it was wide enough and had the Saami spectacular view as the support elbow room. `` This is your room. You may decorate or format things to please yourself. I will never accede without your permission. You have a private privy through that door. Is that agreeable ? ``

'' Yes. It 's so nice. And the view. ``

'' Tonight you relax, make yourself at house. Tomorrow you can start by giving the billet a igniter going over. familiarise yourself with everything. You may act whatever hours you choose while I 'm away during the day. As long as the station is spotless, it 's no matter to me how long it takes. Is there anything else you need ? ``

Amy put her forefront down. `` You 've been so sort, but I was wondering. And you could take it from my salary to repay, but ... ''

'' Say it, do n't be shy. As you see my best people are square. '' He nodded towards Penny.

'' Well, I would like to get a laptop or computer of some kind. I would spend my justify time taking college course of action. I still have some aspiration and things I must do. ``

'' Of course ! penny, note that. We 'll get you set up in no prison term. Perhaps a desk in here to work at ? '' Charles River almost seemed to smile. His own perceptual experience and any check that they were correct delight him. `` I knew there was something to you, yes I always support a soul bettering themselves. The wireless local area network here is fantabulous. But do n't spend all day every day inside. Now you can take the air the metropolis with authority. shop, visit museums, take in the web site. I 'll give you a key. cum and go as you please. ``

Amy looked humiliated. In a day her life had changed. But would Charles understand her liberal aspiration ? That could wait.

Charles proposed a pledge to his newest employee. Amy sipped at a vintage she could have never tasted before. `` drinking up Amy. A piddling wine in moderateness is no job. As long as you 're not emptying my feeding bottle during the day. ``

Amy smiled. `` No I do n't tope much. It was a waste of money. And my father drank a lot. '' Her grinning vanished.

Amy went into her room to put away her few apparel. Charles talked to Penny on her way out.

'' Do you see anything here that concern you ? ``

'' Other than that a cute new lady will be living in your apartment ? It will be a temptation. trusted today she 's still that bedraggled char you found in the street. But I was with her clothes shopping. She 's ... .got potential. Do n't get approximation. Aside from that, no, I think she 'll work out hard. I think she wants to please you and if one of her first thoughts is didactics that 's a near sign of the zodiac. Let her breathe Charles. This is a lot, suddenly. With your license, I would like to mentor her. sports meeting with her every two calendar week or so, help her make good decisiveness. ``

'' near estimation centime. Very good. I 'm felicitous that you 're on dining table. Now I have a leaning of items here. Please striking James II tomorrow and have him do some enquiry. '' Jesse James Robert James Fischer was Charles'attorney. He also did any excavation Charles the Great needed. Whether turd on competitors or data required for the business.

'' Certainly. '' Penny left and Charles the Great was alone with Amy. Not exactly with her, but in the same home plate. He went down to his suite to lavish and then kip. Amy sat on her new bed, in new jammies, staring out at the green. She lay back and had her best night 's rest in ages.

The piece of work was not difficult at all. Sure there was a lot of furniture and kitchen appliances that showed every fingermark, but Amy found that she could get through the whole place in a couple of hours. Two days after she moved in a tech person from Charles Stuart'office showed up and set up her new laptop. They 'd also charge over a desk and a printer. She spent the afternoon getting reacquainted with the world. There was a lot more out there than what she 'd gleaned from throwaway newspapers. centime called to set-up a meeting and to project what she had discussed with Charles. Amy was more than happy to have a successful woman to head her. She 'd essay her advice on where secure to conduct online courses.

Charles was in his office when King James I arrived with some information. He scanned the papers. Amy Henderson, accolade student, cheerleader, college dropout, never married, one child, removed by DSS, then nothing. He looked up at St. James the Apostle,

'' Anything else ? ``

'' Not yet Carolus. I 'm working on it. These platter are not as public. But I 'll find them. ``

'' goodness. ``

James left and Jacques Charles was satisfied for the moment. Now he needed former satisfaction. He called Bailey. Amy was cleaning up after dinner when the bell alerted them to a visitor. Charles II looked at Amy.

'' Please finish up here, then stay in your room or go out. I have, companionship. ``

'' Yes, Charles. ``

Charles II opened the door to Pearl Bailey. She was dressed in a more reserved shirt and jeans. It seemed Charles Stuart was looking for a more unstrain eve. She looked over his shoulder and saw the young cleaning lady, dressed not all that differently to her.

'' Who 's that ? You did n't mention having anyone else. I could have brought Kenzie. ``

'' That 's Amy. She 's my new housekeeper. She will not be joining us. '' Amy made her way back to her room.

'' Nice ass. You doing her too ? Am I not enough for you ? Are you getting tired of me Chad ? '' Already she was getting that pouty look.

'' No Bailey, Amy works for me, but cypher like that. Stop being so needy. ``

Amy had her door closed, but she could n't assist but find out them. Apparently Bailey could n't await to get down the hall to show her inscription to Charles. Certain things came through the door.

'' Then let me suck your big stopcock Chad. That 's it, mmm your big fat hammer, all mine. ``

Charles VII knew what this was about. Bailey needed Amy to hear. To get it on that she was Charlemagne'young lady. To set limits.

'' Give me your cum Chad, down my throat. Ooh, so big, ''

Amy tried blocking it out. She went into her bathroom to shift. When she 'd removed her dress she looked at herself in the mirror. The lady friend had said she had a prissy ass. She turned, maybe. She certainly did n't have the big tits Charles'girl was showing off with her pissed shirt. Amy 's had plumped up a bit during pregnancy, but a span geezerhood of limit diet had her back to her archetype sizing. She looked at them, smallish, upturned, gloomy mamilla. She was still mostly skin and ivory, but she 'd be able to fill out a fiddling with a full dieting. There was so much intellectual nourishment for her to opt from. And full sizeable dinners cooked by an expert. From the other room came new speech sound, Amy knew what was going on. She returned to her chamber, laid across her bed, naked. She could listen the sound of sex through the door.

'' Oh fuck Chad, oh piece of tail, yes. Give me that cock, so big, bang me hard. ``

And groans, and grunt and Sir Thomas More cursing. Amy felt a wetness between her wooden leg. She had n't had prison term, or desire to consider about sex while on the streets. She 'd spent more time avoiding advancement. Now she could hear Charles IX and his daughter Pearl Mae Bailey shag in the living way. Nathaniel Bailey making sure enough she let Amy love she was receiving what she wanted and was entitled to. Charlemagne was hers and Amy well get no ideas. Amy placed her mitt on her mound, found her clitoris, rub her finger's breadth along her pussy spreading her wetness, her hips raising to meet her hand. She circled her clit, reminding herself of long lost feelings, letting go moan of her own.

Chad did impart Bailey what was hers, his 7 column inch, and nothing more. He grunted as he plowed her pussy. Let her moan and carry on. He 'd fill her soon enough. Let her terminate her show.

Amy circled, slid her fingerbreadth down, found her wet opening. She teased herself, cried out as she was reminded of past pleasures.

Pearl Bailey heard Amy as Chad slammed into her. The bitch was getting off listening to them. `` shtup me Tchad. HARD. FUCK me. ``

Amy felt it building inside. Now she pressed her script onto her button rubbing directly on it. Faster, feeling a wafture coming, she arched her back, her toes curled, then it hit her. For the first sentence in years, ohh so good. `` OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh '' Then she relaxed, breathing deeply. She fell asleep. Satisfied.

Charles the Great was finally there. He released his cum into Bailey. When he 'd done he pulled out. `` Let 's go into the bedchamber. '' Nathan Bailey stood up. Before she covered herself she let some of their combined fluids drip mold on the floor. Let the little bitch have something to clean. In the chamber, Bailey fucked and sucked chad until he was done. She made sure as shooting the bed sheets would postulate a good cleaning.

The next morning time Amy waited until Charles left for body of work. She thought it might be unenviable to see him, or to startle cleaning up after his sex while he was there. First she got down and cleaned the floor of what she supposed was his cum. The girl had mentioned his 'big putz'multiple multiplication. Why was she thinking about this ? Amy HAD still had a bit of a shudder between her legs this break of day. She resisted pleasuring herself as Charles Stuart would likely discover her. Maybe this afternoon after cleaning she 'd address herself. That changed when she got to the fun room. As expected the sheets needed to be changed. Out of curio she looked in the drawers. There were all manner of sex toys, some of which she could only imagine their uses. However, one object she knew how to use. A large blacken dildo, flexible, fatheaded and long. Amy thought for only a moment before lying back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and beginning to rub the tip of the rubbery tool over her pussy. She was soon wet and capable to insert the tip. Oh shit, it had been so long. book binding in high school she had fucked a few guys, some were good, some not so good. She 'd never had one this size of it and she wondered how close it was to Charles''huge pecker'. The thoughts of a real cock so big, throbbing between her legs caused Amy to become more wet, to permit the dildo to stretch her and go further than her digit reached. She found a safe depth and began fucking herself with the dildo while circling her clitoris with her fingers. She was soon moaning in pleasure and happy she had the home to herself. When she was almost there she pushed the dildo in further and vigorously rub her clit setting off a herculean climax that sent a jolt to her kitty-cat. Amy came down and relaxed a bit before cleaning up after herself. By the sentence Charles VII came home the apartment looked good as new.

Charles looked around. Satisfied, he paused a minute, then, `` Apologies for last night. Bailey seemed to experience the need to announce herself. We 'll try to sustain our bodily function down the foyer. ``

'' That 's ok. It 's your rest home, you may entertain however you want. No offense taken. ``

He gave a tight lipped smile. `` You 're no Mrs. Williams. '' Amy bowed her pass at his slight joke.

Amy soon took metre in the afternoon to meet with Penny at a burnt umber shop down near the spot. centime turned over an gasbag and another larger folder.

'' Your first-class honours degree pay stub. In the folder you will find information on your new banking concern account, a debit card and some forms to sign. We took the liberty of depositing your pay to open the account. Your future tense payments will be conduct deposited every other calendar week. ``

Amy opened the envelope. She looked at the pay stub. Then at penny. `` Surely there has been a mistake. I 'm a housekeeper who already gets elbow room and board. This is far too much. ``

'' Honestly. Yes it is. But Charles is absurdly moneyed, has no home and pay well for body of work well done. I make far more than than a personal helper normally would. It 's his way. reward him by bettering yourself. Someday maybe I 'll narrate you Thomas More about him. More than what you can find on the internet ? ``

Amy blushed. Yes, of track she had looked up C. Charles Fenwick.

'' You 're no tomfool. Of course you researched. I 'd look zilch lupus erythematosus. Come back to the office with me. We 'll go over the papers, let you sign some bank text file and make sure enough you can use the bank app. Oh, you do n't have a phone do you ? ``

'' No. ``

'' OK, we 'll take attention of that. Charles may ask to contact you when he 's not home to beak up something for him at a store. Or some former errand. I 'm forever getting calls. ``

'' Oh, you may ask to show me how the fresh headphone employment. ``

'' Sure, we 'll add that to our things to do. Also, have you given more thought to school day ? You can afford to signup now. ``

They went back to the situation and worked on several things. Amy was well-chosen to be getting her life in order. She 'd be able to save money too.

The next weekend was the 15th. Bailey showed up with her bags, far more than she 'd need for three Night, given that she 'd be naked half the time. On his sauceboat at the lake firm Charles allowed sun bathing, even nude in secluded spots, during the days, but expected everyone to dress appropriately for dinner and evening result. They would go out onto the lake in the morning and not return to the house until late evening. There was elbow room for people to subscribe to a nap, or early body process, then variety for semi-formal dinner party. Being there as Chad 's lady friend made bailey lambency. Watching the thin youth woman prancing around his apartment in T-shirt and shorts `` cleaning '' did not make water her felicitous. She knew Chad must be fucking her.

When they 'd left, Amy was relieved. The stress in the room with Bailey was obvious. The lady friend hated her. Was jealous of her. Though Amy was a few days younger, Bailey seemed much Thomas More immature. Having things handed to you can do that. But what about her ? She was being handed things every day. Amy tried putting it out of her mind. She basically had a free weekend. A spectacular NY penthouse apartment to herself and money in the bank. Instead she was soon back on the internet. Searching.

Charles did like getting away for a few solar day. He worked a lot, but unlike some he did enjoy a picayune leisure clock time. Bailey was a fine fellow traveller. She liked dressing up, but she also did n't heed being bare in front of the great unwashed. So daytime she could be found at the bow of the boat sunning herself, unconcerned about the prying center of early node. Prince Charles usually invited a yoke of line of work associate near of them a bit sometime who managed to read up with someone decidedly younger who was NOT their married woman. His merely rule was, no one illegal. He was n't getting himself caught in that variety of scandal. If someone got caught by his wife with a 20 something gold digger, well that was n't his problem. At the moment the three Lester Willis Young ladies were splashing in the piddle, their tight young soundbox on display. The men enjoyed the view, a beneficial Scotch malt whisky and a beneficial cigar.

Pearl Bailey dressed for dinner in a slinky little calamitous dress that would be so well-off to slip off later. There was plenty of her bountiful tit on presentation. She had competition as everyone seemed to savour a wellspring endowed fellow traveler. Bailey looked them over. At least hers were tangible. Henri had prepared a pleasant-tasting meal, his assistant serving to the node with the appropriate wine from Charles the Great'personal cellar. After dinner and lounging under the stars the sauceboat returned to dock. To call this a lake house was absurd. While it kept the forest and rustic conjuring trick, it was all opulence. Wine flowed into the night before the guests began making their way to their own suites. When Charles and Bailey got to their way she made to slip her dress off.

'' Leave it on. You look hot, '' He pulled her to him. Kissed her on the neck opening, then on the exposed beau of her white meat, his hands clutching at her ass through the dress. Sliding his workforce down, then up underneath he pulled down her diminutive G-string and waited for her to step out of it. Lifting her he carried Nathan Bailey to the bed and set her down feather on the sharpness. Prince Charles unfastened his pants and release his throbbing rooster. With his knickers pooled around his foundation he leaned into bailey and impaled her with his firm prick. While feeding it into her over and over his hands roamed the silky material of her dress, feeling her young consistency rocking and undulating under him. He squeezed her large tits and pinched her mammilla, rocking the bed as he pushed his cock deep. Pearl Bailey reacted, humping her hip up to encourage him, to allow him to reach her thick parts.

'' Oh fuck Chad. Fuck me, fulfill my puss. I 'm your fucking whore. shtup me. Use my cunt. OH, OH. YES. You 're the C. H. Best. I 'm your kick whore. I live for your cock. I need your cum. Fill my cunt. ``

Fill her he did. He 'd make up a good bit watching the girls all day, then teasing him in this clothes all night. She locked her legs around him as he deposited a large load in the far reaches of her vagina. Her slit as she was calling it. Dirty talk was good. She WAS a good fuck. And tonight a goody for her. She could sleep with him. He expected she 'd absorb his hard rooster in the good morning. It was deserving it. Now he let her remove the dress, then clean up. Then she could get that sexy dead body up against him for the night.

Knowing they would be home Tuesday Amy spent all day Monday going over everything twice. When she 'd finished, she happened to remark the fill up threshold at the end of the hall. Surely that way needed cleanup too. But he said it was private. Amy walked to the door. If it 's locked then she 'd go back inside. She turned the door pommel. It opened. OK, she 'd guide a smell. If there was anything valuable sitting around she 'd shut down the room access and leave. There was nothing obvious. A baron size bed. Standard piece of furniture. Maybe even a fiddling old-hat compared to the sleep of the apartment. rum about the sparseness of the room Amy carefully walked around the furniture. She dared not give anything and even now felt she was betraying a trust. Then she noticed the only item in the way. A photo on the nightstand. Curiosity got the punter of her and she picked it up. When she looked at it, she staggered back, hit her stage on the bed and dropped the frame. The meth shattered sending shards across the woodwind floor.

'' oh piece of tail oh fuck oh fuck. '' Trembling she picked up the frame. It was a photo of a Whitney Young woman and she supposed, her son. But it was when she had looked at the woman that Amy became woozy. The young woman had the cryptical dismal optic. The face was different, but it was like staring into her own eyes in a mirror. She managed to direct the chassis back on the nightstand. Then spent the following hour ensuring that she 'd found and cleaned up every single particle of drinking glass. But what had she done ? Would he evoke her ? Kick her back out onto the street ? She did n't know what to do. So she called penny to explain what had happened. centime suggested they meet immediately. That evening.

'' Amy, I ca n't accent how grievous this is. Charles II expects and demands that multitude follow instructions. rightfulness or wrong he feels that he knows what 's best for him and his business organization. individual going off course threatens him. I ca n't honestly say that this wo n't be grounds for judgement of dismissal. It 's that dangerous. You 've betrayed his cartel. There 's no dandy sin when it comes to Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles. ``

Amy sobbed. Her centre were already red from doing the same at the apartment.

'' Do n't call up bout and pity will affect him. He 's got no metre for people playing game. What I suggest is that you immediately concede. Admit your improper doing, and place yourself at his mercifulness. But first, let me tell you a few things. ``

Penny explained about Charles the Great'other lifetime. His wife Beth and son Charlie from the photo. Charles was a different man then. Sure he was successful, but he was a devoted father and husband. He always made fourth dimension for his kinsperson. He had everything. Until the accident. Beth was driving up near their house in Westchester. They were hit by a truck on a blind curve. He was beyond devastated and only survived by diving 24/7 into his business sector. He had no time for anyone else. It 's been ten years. `` I started with the companionship seven years ago. What you see now is ten class of chipping at the hard shell that had formed on him. You notice that there are no photo around the other rooms. None in his office. Just that one by his bed. ``

Around noon on Tues the door to the apartment opened. Charles and bailey came in. Amy was sitting on the sofa her eyes red again, crushing a napkin in her hand.

'' What 's the thing Amy ? '' All in a upsurge Amy explained about cleaning and checking his room and seeing the photo and dropping it and she was so sorry and never again.

'' Stop. '' Charles was visibly angry. He paced. He clenched his fists.

'' I guess you 're outta here bitch '', Bailey smirked and reveled in her victory.

'' Pearl Bailey shut the fuck up. Why do n't you just get the fuck out. ``

'' What did I do ? I never went in there. The stupid HOUSEKEEPER ca n't follow rules. ``

'' GET THE FUCK OUT. And do n't call me. '' Now Nathan Bailey started crying. She picked up her bag and left. Slamming the doorway behind her.

'' Fucking bitch. '' Amy had n't heard Charles like this. She was n't certainly which of them was the 'fucking cunt'. He was angry. Would he hit her ? He paced, flexing his digit. Pounding a clenched fist into his leg. He grabbed a death chair and placed it right in front of Amy.

'' looking at me. '' She looked. Then shifted her eyes away. Her back talk trembled.

'' Do n't hit me please. I 'll allow if you want. I meant no harm but I betrayed you. ``

'' Look me in the centre. '' She did. With every movement she held his gaze.

'' I 'm no-account. '' He looked, and looked. Then she saw a tear in his eye.

'' I imagine now you know why I helped you ? '' She shook her head word up and down. `` You have her eyes. I 've never seen those eyes before or since. When you look at me it 's like she 's here again for a moment. I 'll get a new physical body. You may add cleaning my sleeping room to your chores. He held her head between his script. And.. ''

'' And ? ``

'' This is a dopy man talking. No obligation. Never ever is the allow answer. You owe me nothing because you 've already given me so practically. But IF, you ever want to join me in there, I will relinquish every former cleaning lady. Absolutely No certificate of indebtedness. And I say that before I show you this. ``

Charles Stuart got up and went to his briefcase. He 'd received information he 'd printed out at the lake business firm. He returned to his seat.

'' St. James has been doing research. I suppose it was the same you 've been attempting. But he has, uh, more asset to use. We 've found your son. He 's in a surrogate home on Long Island. I 've had my people contact mixer armed service. It could adopt time. They need to control your situation, but I can bring certain pressure to the case. ``

Amy sat back. Fresh snag welled in her optic. Her son ? Her Benji ? `` Really ? ``

'' Benjamin Henderson aka benzoin Rotello, commonly goes by Benji. Age 6 ? ``

'' Yes. Yes. His founder is Rotello. A useless bastard. Drink, drugs. Liar. But yes, Benji 's Father of the Church. ``

My hoi polloi have done some research. He seems to be with a competent family. Well treated. But you are now gainfully employed by one of the more successful men in this city. penny and I can guarantee for your modification in position. We have doctors reports to depict you 're not an addict. Almost certain your son will be returned to you.

'' Oh my god. '' Without thinking Amy hugged Charles. Harder than she 'd ever hugged a person. He was caught off safety device, hesitated, then wrapped his weapon around her. She felt wonderful. But he needed to stop.

'' OK, ok. We still have work to do in this regard. As I said, it could exact awhile. ``

'' Yes. Ok. Um. Why this, after I messed up ? I thought you would be enraged. ``

'' I was. For a moment. But you meant no impairment. But really, you do need to learn the difference between suggestions and rules of order. I 'll take in Penny hash out this with you. ``

'' Understood. Now may I go to my elbow room ? I have so much to think about. ``

'' Yes, the topographic point looks immaculate. You are very secure at your job. ``

Amy had her veritable Wednesday good afternoon meeting with centime. She enjoyed dressing in a occupation allow turnout and meeting at the office. They worked on cleaning up any golf hole in Amy 's history, looking for anything that could come up when the went before a judge. But she had no disc. Had been successful in shoal when she had a chance. Had now enrolled in online courses towards a degree. She was the perfect example of a good person who had had everything turn against her for awhile.

'' Next week we meet with DSS and sometime after that we go before a judge. ``

'' testament Charles II be there with me ? ``

'' No, we 've agreed that it would be practiced to have a woman, me, accompany you. We want to quash even the appearing that you 're a unbroken woman, to use an old expression. ``

'' Oh, but I do n't ... ''

'' Yes I know. But they do n't. '' Amy shook her forefront. penny continued, `` So you got through your ordeal with Charles ? ``

'' He was very see. Kind even. So strange that a chance happenstance should construct such a conflict. ``

'' He 's fond of you. And woman to womanhood, maybe a little more. And I 've seen photos of his wife. He keeps some in his desk and insists that his close associate degree see them to understand him. You do n't really look like her, but he sees something. ``

'' It 's the middle. When I looked at the exposure I was shocked. Like looking into a mirror. '' Penny looked at Amy.

'' I suppose so. Maybe it was the photo. ``

'' No, when he looked at me. First on the street, then yesterday. Yesterday, when he should have been angry. He melted just a bit. ``

'' Be careful. eff what you want. If he falls for you completely, who knows what that means ? ``

The DSS meeting was strenuous. Although she was well dressed and clean, to sit there and take heed to your life being laid out. All your dirty laundry. Your failure as a mother to leave. Your nonstarter to mate with a useful man. Your nonstarter to follow basic sexual precautions. Her representative, an attorney assigned by Charles II pointed out that her sinning were simply the misunderstanding of a seventeen yr old young lady, who then did n't cause the support system to help her. kind of than abandoning her tiddler she had tried, and admittedly failed, to provide. Now a fortunate range of events has put her in billet to be the loving female parent she 's always wanted to be. The officer asked what assurance there was that after having her child returned Amy would n't feel herself without utilisation and again on the street.

centime spoke up. `` If I may. We are set to offer Amy Henderson a five yr declaration to insure cover employment. Furthermore, on pass completion of her college arcdegree there is a standing whirl for employment at our bodied office. Even if she were to go away for some reason she would be able to support her son. ``

'' Very generous. If I may get personal. Is there some former arrangement in this softwood ? ``

Amy began to reply and was prepared to show how go against she was when penny put a manus on her arm and again took over.

'' I understand your inquiry. Let me state, on my salutary name, that even when living on the street, being offered $ 50 for a meal, she stated in no uncertain terms that she would not sell herself. There is no quid pro quo. C. Charles Fenwick makes these crack with no outlook of any favors, sexual or otherwise. Amy Henderson is disembarrass to countenance her heart to make up one's mind what she does with her future. ``

Amy opened her backtalk and looked at Penny. Then covered her blushing face.

The DSS officers retired to another room to discuss the case. When they returned they informed Amy that they were satisfied and would advocate return key of Benjamin Henderson to his mother. Amy broke down in bout and expressed her gratitude. There were still more pace, but penny had told Amy that this was actually very much a curt cut. No doubt from Charles River'influence.

Over the next few workweek Amy fretted, concerned that something could go wrong. But other thing had changed. She noticed, without anything being said, that Charles had n't had any women over. Apparently Bailey was in his yesteryear. She lay in her bed. Wondering. Wondering if she was making a fool of herself. Wondering if she had the necessary experience. Wondering what it would be like. She assured herself that she was n't selling herself. She was n't giving her body to get her son back. She was n't reneging on self hope to regain her self deference. But she 'd been favourable. A twist of fate and in a virtual instant her chance had changed. She got up from her bed eating away just a light gown. Hesitantly she walked down the hall, paused and with a deep breath knocked lightly.

'' Yes ? ``

'' May I come in ? ``

'' Yes, come in. '' Amy opened the door. Charles the Great was reclining in his bed reading. He put the ledger aside. `` What is it ? ``

'' Charles.. '', she looked down. The moment of truth, `` will you suffer me ? '' Charles II smiled. Not a smile of triumph, but of happiness.

He pulled the sheet aside still hiding his body. `` Yes, Amy. If you 'll have me. ``

'' And no other women ? ``

'' We 'll convert the other room into a shimmer room. biz, a pool tabular array, whatever Benji likes. ``

'' And Benji ? ``

'' He 'll induce your electric current elbow room. And the hunky-dory educational activity. All the chance that were taken from you. ``

'' And all I have to do is.. ''

'' Love me. I have n't been loved in ten years. You 've cracked the eggshell. expel me. '' Amy slid the straps off of her articulatio humeri. She let the gown mooring from her. She stood nude in front of a man for the first sentence in years. In many way of life the firstly literal man. Charles looked at Amy. Still mostly pare and castanets. She 'd added a few pounds but needed More to suit her skeletal system. He 'd had enough of the voluptuous girls in it for the fun and money. He could throw nearly any type female child her wanted. But he wanted to be with the skinny young woman who had endured so much. The one with the abstruse racy eyes that melted his hard exterior.

Amy walked to the bed. She slid in alongside Charles. He held her, she moved against him. She tentatively touched his chest, put her head against his berm. She was n't quite surely what to do next. What did he anticipate ?

'' You 're the first off woman to share this bed with me. We can just slumber tonight if that works for you. ``

'' I 'd care that Charles IX. ``

'' You can call in me Chad now. '' Amy propped herself on her elbow and looked at him. Graying at the synagogue, worry lineage, that two days needing a plane look.

'' I like Carolus better, if that 's ok. ''

'' It 's perfect. Only my very best friends know enough to scream me Charlemagne. ``

'' Am I one of your Best friends ? ``

'' The best. '' Amy kissed him on the mouth. More than a deal, but not exactly passionate. She appreciated the offer to actually sleep together first.

'' Charles ? ``

'' Yes ? ``

'' Thank you. '' She put her leg over his, her arm across his chest, her head alongside his, resting on his articulatio humeri. They slept.

The adjacent dawning she woke and took a moment to think. She had slept, just slept, with Charles I. There was still metre. She had a few More arcminute to opine. He was asking her to contribution his life. And such a life. And she could render that all to Benji. Charles wanted love. Now that the door had opened it seemed he needed love more than the sempiternal sex he 'd been having. Could she love him ? She thought so. He was kind to her. But was she and her son a trashy replacement for his family ? They could never supervene upon his wife and son. He 'd always calculate in her centre and see somebody else. It could be defective. And she would be capable to make it up to Benji for his first 6 class. She let her bridge player slide down across his abdomen, through the curly pilus, then she found his member. The `` huge pecker '' bailey had bragged about. It was already tough. She felt it 's length. It was big. It had been so long for her. He stirred. Opened his eyes.

'' Oh, Amy. aaaah. Amy ? ``

'' Charles, make love to me please ? ``

'' Are you sure ? Absolutely ? You do n't have to. I 'd have you as a friend.

'' Ssh. I 'd like your to the highest degree loving, caring, careful, slow effort. It 's been awhile. I 'm not on birth mastery. ``

'' I 've had myself taken guardianship of in that way. I wo n't have any Thomas More tiddler. ``

'' Then please. '' Prince Charles encouraged Amy to straddle him. He rubbed the head against her adding his pre-cum to her wetness then positioned it at her opening.

'' Ease your way back. Go slow. You 'll stretch. '' Amy sat back. A long irksome repose, `` ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo '' Then 'mmmmmmmmmmm'as Charles'penis began to steal into her. Going slowly, carefully she worked him up inside her, stopping to get used to him. Charles could feel her, so fast, stretch to accommodate his girth. Damn she was tight. But he allowed her to decide how a good deal and how soon. All he wanted to do was calculate into her middle. This was n't like making honey to Beth. Nothing ever would. But the pleasant memory board flooded him. Rather than making him sad, or regretful, he appreciated what this woman was giving him. If Amy could roll in the hay him, he would render her everything. Not her body, which was all right enough, but her affectionateness. And coincidentally she was bringing along a Brigham Young son. He would shower experiences and anything kids want these day on her boy. He could n't, did n't want to be his Dad. But he 'd be his salutary friend and living Amy raising him.

'' Ooooo, Charles II, I think that 's it. '' He looked down. Not bad, near of the way in.

'' OK, now rock easy on me. Do whatever palpate honest to you. Just flavor at me. '' Amy put her helping hand on his chest, rolling her pelvic girdle let Charles River slide in and out of her. He felt so big. But then anyone might. Amy locked eyes with Jacques Charles and slowly rode him. She felt so full. She felt require. tear welled in his heart. He pulled Amy down to him, held her headland against his chest. By the time his orchis tightened and he released himself into her he had tear on his face. She looked at him, she 'd palpate his phallus thicken and pounding as he ejaculated. Amy kissed the tears from his nerve. Then joined him in their first passionate osculation. They 'd shared a limited moment. There was a connection. This could work.

Amy moved into Charles'room. They spent absolve metre redesigning the early two elbow room. Amy insisted that they re-frame his kinsfolk photo and keep it on his nightstand. They made love frequently. And when finally the jurist had decided in her favor they awaited the day when Benji would be brought to her.

They arrived at the DSS bureau promptly at 9. Amy paced nervously. Charles Stuart stayed in the background as penny assured her everything would be alright. The case officer asked them to issue forth into the room. There was a fellowship waiting. A middle cured couple, a Whitney Young man, two children. One of them a 6 year old boy.

Amy looked across the room. `` Benji ? It 's ma. I 've come back for you. '' The woman bent grass down.

'' I told you Benji. Your female parent would amount back. You can go to her. '' The boy tentatively crossed the room. Amy held out her weapon system. He looked at her, big optic questioning.

'' mummy ? Really ? You look different. '' He walked into her embrace. She lifted him and smothered him with motherly kisses.

'' Mr. and Mrs. Sanders, he looks wonderful. Thank you for taking such good care of him. ``

'' No worries. He 's a delightful boy. Bless you both. ``

'' Mama, do we get a family now ? ``

'' Yes Benji. A big property, your own room. Anything you want. ``

As the families were filing out Charlemagne managed to find himself alongside the Sanders. `` If there 's anything we can do for you. Anything. '' Mr. drum sander looked at him.

'' I know who you are. Just select aid of them. ``

Mrs. drum sander interjected, `` Well maybe one thing. ``

'' carol, no. ``

'' He said.. ''

'' Mr. Sanders, I meant what I said. Seeing those two together gives me unmeasured pleasure. It 's a long story, but your kindness has been felt. ``

Christmas carol Sanders decided to go ahead. `` My oldest, timothy, he 's over there. He 's our only natural baby, we 've fostered several others over the age ; he 's graduated from college. And, well, the economy and all, he ca n't come up a job. Anything would facilitate build a CV. '' Charles pointed at Penny.

'' centime charter down the young man 's info. William Tell him where to report to HR on Monday. We have a new employee. ``

'' Of class Charles IX. '' She looked at Mrs. Sanders. `` You 've just met the new C. Charles VII Fenwick. Or maybe the old one. '' centime looked over to where Amy was bouncing her son on her hip, Charles ruffling the boy 's haircloth. Smiling.

C. Charles River Fenwick was really smiling .