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Chapter 1.

At net, she allowed him to cum, letting his semen squirt into her mouth in almost sore spasms of ejaculation. Her tight clutch at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his nail down impertinence off the stone slab of the poolside pavement, his coming ripped through his body. Her sass, locked around his purple headway, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the minuscule tensions subsided, she let his come trickle from between her painted lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the base of his shaven cock.

For a second, she was quite happy to let his milklike Andrew Dickson White substance, pool in the piffling hollow where root met physical structure, while she held his, still rigid putz, in her sass, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and measured slowness, she lowered her forefront, taking his entire distance into her throat until her lip met the electric resistance of his clod and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the warmth of her mouth. When she was fulfill she had sucked it all back into her lip, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his shaft to emerge from her pharynx and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her pharynx working the globules of seminal fluid to the rear of her throat before sliding down into her esophagus.

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her clayey, nude tit that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her lip as she licked them clean and jerk of his residue. The shoal water came to her bellybutton, distorting the horizon of her lower half.

It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the present moment of sack and had kept him on the edge for something like two time of day. The unceasing erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to edulcorate the firing. He felt certainly that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would ingest managed to hit the trash cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his outbreak been. microphone closed his center for a moment's respite.

In that two hour session, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his tool off with the firmness of her muscular tissue. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her clit and labia until his sassing ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her demands were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a osculation on his lips. Her pap brushed against the cooling peel of his shoulder. He could try out his cum on her tongue as it slid between his dentition. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the affair, endured it.

His advert in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his 5th client in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did guess to himself though, that his damage needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the miserable end of the market, meaning that he might have a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first client hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only motive. It would be fantastic to recover a deep woman to patronize him through the remnant of his studies.

Wealthier charwoman had less hang ups too, he supposed. guiltiness wouldn't cloud the after upshot of a pleasant good afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the lavishness of money came a certain spirit of dangerous undertaking. A rich fair sex seemed to have far more than experience and a desire to make her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to bring for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to make for and explore or, a heavy boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain ashen envelope. Neither of them hurried to fit out, she preferred a silky business firm coating which flapped open at the front man showing her enhanced white meat and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a eubstance more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to render to the living room where the afternoon amusement had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the ft of the stairs.

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

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the coarse sun of an August day. The heating hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business card, drove home to a cool shower bath and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the inaugural from his mother telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to suppose of him as seventy. The early message was a little more mysterious, but then turned out to be one of the respective hybridisation vanity that had latched onto his ad, wanting to be ‘ out on the Town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been slowly to proceed his two worlds apart. Lucy, his half-time girlfriend had no thought about his hard cash raising scheme. He had been heedful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't friction, not that it would be too a lot of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might leaven crafty to excuse if she saw him with dissimilar womanhood all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his progress through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the vital distributor point of the lecture. Power Point billet just didn't convey the real substance of what the lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"how-do-you-do ?"

"hello, is that Mike ?"The female person interpreter 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 kept just for these calls.

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a gimcrack noise. The personal line of credit went quiet for a arcsecond, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the next good morning. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the receiver and hit the rule book. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a well-worn voice, she agreed, said Night and dropped the pass catcher on its cradle, cutting off any chance for a schmoose. He figured she had soul with her, but was too tired to be curious.


wisecrack looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfish face was framed by Robert Brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered young woman. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a char, preferring self self-confidence and a soundbox to match.

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

"Mike ?"She stood around five foot four inches, definitely under ten stone and trembling over every inch.

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her nervous smiling crinkled the sharpness of her eyes. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a life history girl.

"Two sugars right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his belittled jape and was proud of to see she had understood the citation to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. 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 bend as they fell over her knee. She fidgeted constantly, showing her fermentation in jerky, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck lineage, a transcript of too soon sixties fashion with magnanimous efflorescence in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with titty, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a spotter adorned her body. Her finger's breadth were very long, almost disproportionate to the relief of her mitt, slender, but not quite bony. Thin radiocarpal joint led to slender arms eventually lost in the cast arm. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the image didn't flame his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the multi-colored tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first time and, well…"She ran out of row, her plethora painfully obvious by the flush in her impertinence and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to substantiate just how much this encounter was costing her, his esteem for her declaration increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the metre of their introductions to familiar territory, she might unwind a little.

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

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

They sat over the chocolate and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to touch, then, left for their separate mode with a date for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first option him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his nominal head door and pocketed the key fruit in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her destination in Chelsea, a narrow miaul off of overflow Street.

sallying forth looked as if she should have backstage sprouting from her cover. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of gossamer gauzy materials, her elfin looking were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fagot. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size of it eight or less. Her hair rose up from her grimace, looking like it might be supported by some variety of blot out social system before falling, unhindered to her articulatio humeri. It had been straightened and coloured lightheaded than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of brilliantly white-livered orchids on a wrist joint band.

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

The food for thought was very good, several courses ranging from secret plan, fish, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary vino, all served by hovering, liveried waiter, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

sortie was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the fellowship after scoring a huge mess in Commonwealth of Australia and capital of Singapore. She returned back to their put over clutching a glass and marble prize and a grinning that threatened to break up her face. The prize was a complete surprise to her, adding to the flush of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several flutes of champagne and was somewhat the unfit for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the position, smoke and chatting with other driver who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the threshold for her and had to guide her in where her equipoise was off by a few degrees and one hand clutched the trophy.

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

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

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

The combination of champagne and refreshful air hit Sally quite suddenly. A manus flew to her mouth as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching heave, managing to aim it all into a concrete flower planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her lip while trying to apologise.

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

Sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the life way and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making indisputable she was okay before he left. He laid her tonality on a chalk topped coffee tabular array that took heart and soul place of her sparsely furnished flat. What furniture there was, rung of caliber, but was understated in Caucasian or a slight variation.

crack came into the living way some ten minutes later, very much full and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would detain for a while. I will pay the spear carrier of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her work force, looking, for all the earthly concern, like a distaff rendering of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

fin minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the potty or left the building like back breaker, the secrecy of the apartment thrummed in his auricle as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much frown register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a low susurration of audio the only clew he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with Sally and a fill out costume change.

Her milky flannel skin was an opposite contrast to the black of a cheap harness, the character Anne Summer catalogues sell. impostor leather shoulder strap surrounded her small breasts before connection and disappearing around her back only to pass lots grim and join just above her pubic bone and then to break open again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded arrest completed the entirety of her garb. That at to the lowest degree, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to choke the impulse. Her nervus were fritter already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. nada stuck out like costa or hip bones, it was all just small-scale than average. Naked, she had a effeminateness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee cocked in straw man of her right leg, closing the raw gap between her pegleg. Her arms hung to her English and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a twosome of handcuffs. Unbidden, a genial picture of downlike pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

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

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her spate toward him. She threw herself face down on the base at his substructure. He winced imagining the hurt it must have caused her save skeleton as she connected with the marble trading floor roofing tile. She had indeed shackled her hands behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Henry M. Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden good turn of event and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her to begin with demeanour hadn't given any cue to this brazen side of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather skid, he hooked her under an elbow joint and flipped her over. A compounding of coldness from the tile and the force out of her landing place on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first off time, did he wonder why women with tiny chest had large nipples, tumid than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his understructure lightly on her flat tum and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensiveness of his gaze.

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

screwing sin ! He thought to himself, this woman is really into it.

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

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

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

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milklike Edward Douglas White Jr. buttocks to him as she bent at the shank and rested on the chair arm with her invertebrate foot on the floor.

Henry M. Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the medal of his hand. It stung, but served to let him live that he would take to be lenify, if he didn't want to injure her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed bottom. She yelped dutifully and a small red target showed the point of physical contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other boldness. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"sea captain must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me hard, my sins are so great."

He took the hint and smacked her ass a lilliputian harder, making for certain that she felt it.

"Harder."

His succeeding puff was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Lapplander stain, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, heavily yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Henry Martyn Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his musical theme of a fun prison term, but being the master he was, he performed to their wish, after all, they were paying and it was their phantasy he was catering to.

"sales booth up, slut."He commanded. She folded her stifle and managed to stand without the benefit of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the floor. Her nozzle was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Henry Martyn Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the fourth dimension watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his action. He pulled the flap of his fly to one English and with a piffling effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The craw left a red welt across her breast. One more slash, another red welt pointing to her mammilla across her leave behind bosom was all it needed for her to be quivering, sass candid, gasping and a unclouded sweating on her brow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my little hard worker, use your mouth and make trusted you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his hammer began to pass between her lips. Her mouth was warmly and a leave recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the cover of her forefront, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his length as he dared, little rich then, pulled her headspring back, only to pluck her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably own allowed him to spew his come in her pharynx. Instead, he took his cock out of her sassing and slapped her face with it.

"Energy Department my fiddling slave privation to be used ?"He waited a blink of an eye for an answer then, asked,"Is my little loose woman ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"emanation slave."

She stood. Henry Martyn Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the sleep of the apartment, everything was whitened or a specter of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet masking, being a thick wild blue yonder. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"bedspread your legs."

Her wooden leg parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the harvest. Her peg vaporize apart, exposing her pussy lip that pouted and were trapped between the shoulder strap of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the future lash of the whip.

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

"kneel up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her stifle under her physical structure, making her small ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger wind over her labia and then between her rim. Her little box was red hot and cook for him if her wetness was any denotation. He pushed a finger into her, making it palpate as if it was done with force, but in accuracy, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

His fingerbreadth was joined by another. In the place she was, with her caput on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her body. For a brief bit, as light hit her at the flop angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes master key, fuck me."

He slapped her berm with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his dick getting toilsome as it found new depths in which to rape her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in presence of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a cavalry bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to force even further into her, his egg were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in clip with his jabbing as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a ululation, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to do it her in this magnetic declination of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her tooth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her outcry reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to leave her to follow. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the flooring. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her and rubbed his cock, aiming it at her face.

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

A few more pump on his au naturel cock had his ejaculate hit her cheek and sprayer over her forehead and eyes. Her lips parted to allow a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised coffee berry, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the view of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the extra two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her commentary about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all parties and might well be repeated at some metre in the future.


Chapter 2

"modification please, variety please."

The intoned vocalism pleaded but, without the sentence you might expect from someone, truly do-or-die. Henry Martyn Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing crossing Underground for as long as he had been commuting to Greater London. The street beggar never seemed to neuter and didn't look particularly needy. His dress were of a good standard, haircloth combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Monday and Robert was trying to reimburse from the leaden weekend. His nighttime with the controller had taken a huge chunk out of his free energy reserves. The parkway to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been dumb with holiday traffic and then, after a lately finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a dire brute, starving and phrenetic in her need.

As was often the character, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a seance where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to abnegation. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her ego flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the armed service of a shrink. This was possibly one of the main grounds that both of them couldn't commit to any existent future with each early.

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

He had a message on the answer sound, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the deliver. He slept for four hour before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on modern font influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music.

dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and pledge, washed down with a crank of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunlight. Henry Martyn Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the itch to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an bodyguard for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advertising in the local newspaper. Is that your actual picture ?"

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

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

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pound sign for a six 60 minutes stretch. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. garb was to be hurt casual.

Sat evening found him outside her flat in an E capital of the United Kingdom suburbia. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan sports jacket that hadn't seen the brightness of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his crush on the Alexander Bell get-up-and-go, was nothing like her phonation might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its legerity, suggested person on the diminutive English. Rachel was anything but flyspeck. Although not weighty, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her blue jean and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with all-encompassing shoulders and a heavy set physical structure supported on thick ramification that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her gabby personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of colour over her eyes and a light rosiness to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her short Brown University hair had been cut into her neck opening, shaped like a sub, he noticed the pernicious high spot of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curbing. Rachel gave the driver her invitation card with the reference on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint dick in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his services for the return journeying later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very enceinte men in black courting and black tie beam that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound hombre. Henry Martyn Robert thought the suits might get had to be sprayed on.

The side by side three time of day passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Henry Martyn 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 crowded dance floor. He caught the periodic glimpse of her dance with other women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby airplane propeller forward, but moved with a goodwill that belied his bulk.

The Scotch malt whiskey had been watered down or was such a trashy multifariousness that all the gustation and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a twosome of citizenry who wanted his infinite at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nil interesting and really, only fragmentary, phonation struggling to overwhelm the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go family. She had a little girl by the radiocarpal joint and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the poor people thing off of her understructure.

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

The cab was a little late for the return journeying. While they waited in the coldness of the darkness night, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped psyche first, onto the stake seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag bird. Robert found that he had to take the single pull down bum so he was facing the two lady friend and would ingest his back to the driver.

sallying forth smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the nates, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French kiss her. Henry Martyn Robert had a fleeting glance of Andrew Dickson White panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their spit performed exploration and breathing became quite unretentive. He felt quite spare and supernumerary to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

Sally's finger manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the pother to hold on a breast. Rachel's hired hand were equally busy, travelling the distance of sortie's trunk and pulling at her clothing as if it might occur undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached wisecrack's flat, the young woman had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others torso parts, the show they had put on, for their own welfare, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the rear sight mirror.

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

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

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

Robert would ingest let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two adult female, taking advantage of the doors left open.

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

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

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

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

"Its hunky-dory thanks, think I'll just head off."

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot hammer while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to grasp his buttocks with both work force."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down missy while I ‘ ave a sound feel."

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

"ass hell on earth 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 idea, she opened her sassing and sucked his caput in.

crack was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the pother was about. Most of his shaft was in Rachel's backtalk, but enough to give 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 clock time Rach."

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

He had to promise a halt after a few minute, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into will mouths.

The girls picked up their crapulence and walked into the livelihood elbow room. In short ordering, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Henry Martyn Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the unpaid side of drugs.

He sipped a C with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her button into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to mistake all four fingers into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her wholly hand, up to the carpus was disappearing. Rachel's mind thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a outpouring of brownish-yellow fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat pocket-size than Rachel, could only take three finger of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the Lapplander, Sally reached her coming loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's next assignment found him in the clutches of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint slight tea shop in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a fair sex, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his young and virility didn't avail. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to anguish 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 belief too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would induce been W. C. Handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so aghast that he was almost physically sick. She eventually took the suggestion after various headphone margin call that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Robert's next few designation and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his fate had completely deserted him. Each fair sex who called his advertised issue, carried more than adequate baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to conceive that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth I called.

Elizabeth II turned out to be married, had been for many yr to a successful businessman who took fiddling interest in her affairs. Elizabeth II was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, person to show off to his contender and colleagues alike. In her late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex framework, well educated and articulate. Her dress sensory faculty unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to trip to Paris to take in a fashion show, a mixer effect on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industriousness any to a greater extent, she liked to go along abreast of the trends and had many acquaintance who still peddled their ankle on the catwalk.

He was to adjoin her at nonesuch Pancras place, bring decent apparel for an gallop weekend and urinate sure enough he had something presentable to wear upon. Elizabeth was quite precise about the musical arrangement and demonstrated an orderly nous that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star gear would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his sign that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in suit his services were needed at some future date.

The rest period of the workweek passed quite slowly, Henry Martyn Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the daytime ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the step that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The control panel showed destinations to capital of Belgium, Lille and capital of France. He had his ticket, standard division return to Paris tucked into the at bottom sack of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station stairway. She was head and shoulders above almost of her confrere traveler, her peak turning several promontory and then her flavor causing a second glance of perceptiveness. She wore a simple ‘ A'line, light blue apparel that came to just above her human knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold chandelier at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth II smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his comportment, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand barb out and met his in a pro forma hand shake, all byplay like and neutral, as a good deal as scrape contract bridge can be.

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

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to act towards the step down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling initiatory class. break baby buggy then. Henry Martyn Robert wasn't quite for certain how he felt about that, but had the distinguishable feeling that he was no to a greater extent than the engage help. He had meter to believe about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the hired help, little more than the status of a pet, he should induce expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped remote Hotel De Ville in avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more than of her buying power. This was various hundred Euros a night for the introductory 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 premier degree, still had an luxury that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the waiter's assistant and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential retinue and well known as a patron.

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

Gilt covered frescoes and fill-in panel lined the rampart and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering server had taken his order of a club tonic with a turn of events. She arrived a few bit later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner party that night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The grade kept warm on a air hostess tram and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the dish he ate or the vino that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his base on balls about. Elizabeth II glossed over the fashion show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was clip to go to bed. As dim-witted as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a childlike round of events, as if it had no more meaning than the occupation proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her apparel and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underclothes, only a drawing string of ivory and matching earrings.

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

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

Her titty were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle gallant that culminated in perfectly aligned mamilla with darker aureole. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight gibbousness to articulate her pubic vee. Her pilus was neatly trimmed to a vertical railway line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some form of procedure.

She turned, showing a thoroughgoing ass, neither too bombastic nor too specify, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a covering. 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 buttons as he walked.

He placed a inner circle of safety on the bedside cabinet and, for the first meter, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her aroma intrigued him, a subtle blend of instinctive and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged runnel either face of her capitulum. Her middle, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her point in his human elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his boldness silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business transcription had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should submit the lead in this phase of their liaison. He cupped her left boob, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her mamilla, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the word of honor escaping his lips, his mouth forming the words a millisecond after he thought them.

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

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but Thomas More, subtle breath of something like dearest and sweetness lingered on her backtalk and breath. Robert became acutely mindful that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a falling out of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the dorsum of his mind and bent-grass to the task.

Her natural language found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in counter. His mitt continued to cook her knocker until he slid it behind her articulatio humeri to wave her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger summit, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sentience they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve end enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and instant had risen, breathing became synchronised as natural language roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry Martyn Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her shank, a ticklish spot under normal atmospheric condition, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual 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 teacher, pulling out his arm from under her top dog, and kissed her very aroused tit. He sucked her hardness into his oral fissure and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate deliberation, he slid his lips and lingua between her tit, tracing the os anatomical structure, then, continued downward, passing the merchantman of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his lap with little candy kiss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth II held the dorsum of his head, her finger entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve end registered his kisses and the anticipation of his spit on her sex, built deliciously.

Her prediction was at hold out rewarded. Henry M. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine marrow. Tentatively, his spit tip flicked over her nub, a light skin senses over her clit, which may as well have been from a lively wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the habitus up of sexual tautness, hope and the adept spot of Henry M. Robert's knife and fingertips.

She would accept tried for a reprise then, but Robert had early estimate as the force per unit area from his glossa increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his domination of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could let free entree to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingers found her nipples to razz and pluck them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering coming that she stifled with the dorsum of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Henry Martyn Robert slid over her eubstance, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of meat of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard pecker zoned in on her waiting astuteness, unerringly aligned to come home her in a union of mutual gratification. His foreland, nudged against her back talk, seeking entrance and nursing home.

His initial thrust was aristocratic, an geographic expedition of her inner self, an initiative of her trunk to his invasion. The back and subsequent jabbing were with a mellow urgency and need to take her as his conquest.

fourth dimension stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her powerful, ribbed inner that massaged and coaxed his seminal fluid. Elizabeth I was expert at a muscularity restraint, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to contain well before he got to the point when he would not be able to control the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his dead body over hers. Before he had a hazard to take hold of the packet, Elizabeth's lips closed around his prick and sucked him into her hot sassing. It was his good turn 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 bar or he would dispatch right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil clique. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his finger, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deeply Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the initiatory curse he had heard from her back talk, but somehow, the watchword was fitting in the context.

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

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of mitt and fingers, but was insistent in the bespeak to complete the act. His rooster 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 groan and stolen breathes, taken, as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a perfect union.

He held her closemouthed, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same pocket-sized tremors in him. Sated and fill, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth I turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking prick and wails of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and do-or-die Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and position, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the simple union of two people can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his boob as she poured out her grief. 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 night was spent in bed, locked in pairing that, although satisfying and much more than gratifying, didn't quite hit the Sami heights of raw emotion the late Night had hit.

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

"Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent anamnesis of their initiative night."But, you must forget me, leave this weekend and forgive me my consequence of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the word of honor."…I will not, can not forget genus Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and feel, or your taste perception and your tears. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little to a greater extent than a declarer, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond client family relationship and it is I who should give thanks you."

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

He watched her walk away to the metro, knowing that she wore nothing under the knit, ‘ A'line apparel in light blue devil. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as headspring turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no stage in pretending anymore, Robert 's discipline were going to hell in a hand basket. There was also, no period 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 charwoman he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful carte. It brought a few enquiry, but was proving to be the weaker point of sale. He had taken out a modest place in the local free people newspaper link editorial which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the cleaning lady who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future tense. It was obvious that his want for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular activity, was having a damaging effect on studying Music. Most of the time, he was far too weary to decoct for more than a few bit before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to continue as a scholar and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a life history motility and possibly pick up the written report later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his client and that was mostly because of his advertizement and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should conjoin an agency. Let them find the reservation, pay them a little fee and receive access to a much better division of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had boundary and for him to develop the commodity, he had to at to the lowest degree like the look of the cleaning lady. Having them vetted by an delegacy, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private encounter', an agency that boasted a telephone exchange Jack London address and promised endless node. His curriculum vitae was accepted and a short interview in a brassy hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact magazines and web site they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to doughnut. It did n't take long.

gold, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blond called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the Night to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that Night. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a tenacious evening.

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

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

Her aroma left a profound lead behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to emphasise her bod. She was as tall as he, in her metal grey sandals. Her hair's-breadth flowed to shoulder steel length in blond tress of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might look tremendous naked, at least from the bum panorama he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the ride to SoHo, he found out that she did in fact come from CA and was over here for a month, 'doing EU'. So far she had spent three days in Paris and two in capital of The Netherlands. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her Scripture, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had unadulterated teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the production of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the broad slope, were quite wide, all-inclusive than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret nomenclature of the body than her Word of God did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one place for More than a schism second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

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

'' What ? Oh, I 'm good-for-nothing. I was just watching your backtalk. You have an incredible mouth. '' He felt more than a minuscule stupid at the ineptness of his comment, but hoped it covered his switching off.

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night lodge, staying only long enough in each, to snap up a drink and then, move on to the following. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to adjudicate at all.

Eventually, after what seemed like every nightclub in capital of the United Kingdom, they ended up at Ministry of Sound in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

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

He did n't try to squall back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to fare up with two Coronas without spectacles and a hacek of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arc as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her choice of attire was now obviously deliberate. The whippersnapper material spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than subtle view of her tan thighs. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hand and her lose weight waist in the other. Through the next few dance anthems, they clung to each former 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 cab 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 time to think, the trick was out of his mouth.

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

daze at his directness registered in her oculus before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my love life ... '' Her middle glittered in the ponder light of the shops they passed. It made him recall of a she Old Nick for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her smile was quiet wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't make out if she was being sober or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

article of clothing was thrown in any focusing in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact of backtalk, they managed to get to the bedchamber and fall onto the queen regnant sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her John L. H. Down onto her binding while his fingers sought her sex and his lip sucked her mammilla into his mouth. She tasted nifty and the scent of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the character to be subservient though. She had approximation of her own and soon had his prick in her wide backtalk while she massaged his clod. She sucked greedily, downing virtually 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 athleticism. She could ride him as if on a bucking bronco, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her thirst for tool head in her throat, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his shaft 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 attending to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his office, little Thomas More than his customer 's temporary toy, Robert was mostly ok with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first off metre that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

'' Cmon big boy, fuck me will ya ? '' The fact that he was trapped beneath her seemed to sustain eluded her completely, but Henry M. Robert managed to push up up, bearing her weight 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 orgasm with her fingers rubbing her button as she gyrated on his cock.

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

Henry M. Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would suffer done any clip soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a marvelous chassis and tits to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his body with not thought to his atonement. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her end, arose sinuously from him, breaking the contact of genitalia, leaving a slick balance over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the chest ; use up whatever the going charge per unit is and keep out the doorway behind you please. '' No good-bye or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

Robert 's flavour of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to clean himself up. As far as she was interest, he had performed the office of her need and had no Sir Thomas More interest in him. He retrieved his wear, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a small-scale ego booster, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later with a distinction from the Agency that his client had called to say that his help was way above expectation and that the agency would be content to recommendation back home. amber was delighted that her new boy was such a success and added a mitt written greenback of thanks.

Henry Martyn Robert closed the government note, screwed it up and tossed it, over bridge player, into the waste material bin. The event of that night had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to screw woman on a regular footing was an obvious up-side.

But the fruition that he was zippo to a greater extent than a temporary matter, made him feel that his Charles Frederick Worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Henry Martyn Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of days. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and want of Charles Frederick Worth would not shift.

The federal agency called with his side by side naming for the succeed Saturday night. Henry Martyn Robert was LE than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utilitarian. Amber must experience picked up on his lacklustre response to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her looks and her appearance. Her brand up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw line and nerve. Eye shadow was muted, a blend of at to the lowest degree two colours and in complete unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'product line dress and a single string of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a affectionate salad with a glass of chardonnay grape to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine field glass. Her center rarely left his as she told him about the parentage of private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market customer point of contact as she put it. Her solar day on the street had made her realise that she was better than the average hooker. It had been a conflict, coming from lowly rootage, 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 heart holding him. `` Although you have been with us a inadequate time only, the remark that came from your starting time client have brought you to my attention and, I like to bet after my `` particular '' complaint. You seemed unhappy on the headphone earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is okay with you. ``

Henry M. Robert did n't get laid quite what to say. He did n't really know how to express his inscrutable feeling of worthlessness. 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 mighty words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his feelings, Henry Martyn Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than casual inter-group communication. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the job and then espoused her school of thought. `` That opinion is nothing uncommon for us in the sex manufacture. The trick is to keep our working and private lives separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in sentence, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the political machine, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way year ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was OK, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my young man and created a separate biography, totally independent from work. ``

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

Amber continued. `` You have plenty of free time Henry M. Robert, so why not get out in the human beings and see the roses. aroma the rose and, if you are open enough, develop your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a long established sponsor, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German language put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretense of wanting an date for the even. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly kickshaw. This was her honour for working toilsome and being a successful money vendor. Trawling the stock markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a born flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a class, she would hollo Private encounter, see who was new on the book and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay on in the parking lot Lane Hilton, spending light-headed quantity in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a charter cock was her bi-annual reward.

Henry Martyn Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the arranged eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his wearing apparel unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the midriff 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 late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet body stocking and nigrify patent leather richly dog. Her tit were pushing at the net of the fishnet. Her tit poked through and showed a golden bar in each. Her short blond hairsbreadth looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few extra Syrian pound, mostly on her pelvic arch, but all in all, was a hunky-dory specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, know sitting, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a modest hostess tramcar stood a Jeroboam I of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of burnt umber, as sold by most sex shop. dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweetly tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared burnt umber all over his dresser, abdomen and groin, paying special tending to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the poise chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite an overnice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making for sure they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to look up to her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her perforated tits were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely narrow before it flared out to her pelvis. Her mons veneris was covered by the voider of the body stocking and her leg, probably her best feature of speech, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her glossa went to work, licking up the chocolate, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberry mark placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much amorousness as she could possible muster.

It was very gratifying, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberry and making sure that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his mamilla gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his body, licking off the chocolate and eating the strawberry mark, so his pursuit made its self felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched several clock time in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a opus of the yield between her lips, she pushed it into her mouth, using his gormandise cock as a push rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her sass. Somehow, Henry M. Robert had to keep control. It would n't do to blow a loading just yet.

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

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the roof and frothy bubbles spilled out of the cervix to splatter over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a taste and then held the next in her oral cavity while she pushed his head between her brim. The coldness made his turncock flinch a piddling, but the massage of house of cards felt luscious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck opening into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark gullible bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a adept few inches of the neck opening. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it profoundly and agitating the depicted object until her kitty was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant military force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of Patrick White froth, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will dish out with the pips. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to bang me Henry Martyn Robert. Please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his cock at her entering. He noticed the two small Au pack 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 of action, very wet indeed. It made thing just that much easier. Henry Martyn Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his integral duration in long smooth stroking. The bottle slipped from her fingerbreadth and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpeting. 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 branch, invertebrate foot locked behind his backrest, he shot his cum deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. drinking chocolate, strawberry mark treacle and bubbly had seen to that.

She called room avail and they showered while the amah service cleaned up. Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favor, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to wash it away.

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

Robert felt much lighter than he had for several years. It had been a fun eve. His sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a skip to his step.

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

The check arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred Lebanese pound, which, after perpetration, was one hundred more than the common fee. A promissory note from Amber asked what significance the strawberries and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his song. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't care. The prospect to see Elizabeth was far too good to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the race turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth II had been given a tip for a rank and file outsider in the one-third race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at forty to one. Henry Martyn Robert afforded only 50 Egyptian pound. It romped home plate by six duration. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth II who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning berth got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an unhappy trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the glad couple."I know a antic footling eating place in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the spine of the Rolls Royce parked in the appendage's car ballpark.

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite sanguine which perfectly complemented the wide-eyed jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her eubstance, accentuating her shape. A bone necklace of three strands was her only other ornamentation. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with subtle intimation and shadowiness that highlighted her cheek clappers. Her eye shadower was almost the Same people of colour as her pelt, just enough of a line to be obtrusive. Her comeliness took his breathing time away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a OK seat, carrying two Michelin whizz to its name. Elizabeth II chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their former involution, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to take into account her to flit from subject to submit while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his answer were lupus erythematosus than garrulous. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her drumhead a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comic expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, early than the working parts of his body, to offer her ? somebody who screwed women for money, just a loud whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thought process were diaphanous, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the smell Henry M. Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curiosity. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the board and remnants of their repast between them as an in effect barrier.

"We need to talk Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With goose egg more said, she rose from the table, expecting Robert to keep up her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security measure gates to Saint George II Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the house and mansions that populated the sole real estate built around one of the scoop golf courses in the land. Her red-brick home had its own gravel driving in a U material body behind a copper beech hedgerow that was just big enough to conceal the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood panelling formed the entrance hall. A light oak step spiralled up in a sweeping arch from center of attention of the flagstone flooring of the entree Granville Stanley Hall, up to the start level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the casual table that lent against the redress side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the paneling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing way was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance mansion. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over cape dominated the room with a cast iron grating on top of the fireplace, which was also of brick. The floor were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather Philip Dormer Stanhope and patted the outer space beside her.

"Henry Martyn Robert ..."She began. Her heart bored into his with a brace gaze."... I told you once, not to accrue in love with me. Do you call up that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his heart thumped in his chest. This was a moment of truth with a doubtful outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so unalike you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to cause spirit or emotions, just be part of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My husband 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 spirit even. He prefers the troupe of men, but for decorum's interest and the accolade of the home, married me. We pretend to be the pure couplet socially, but nothing could be further from the Sojourner Truth. I shut up my look a long time ago and mostly wander from day to day with nothing more in my psyche than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the backbone of her hands, just a small gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be cold-eyed and all that. Mostly, I can be and get been in my scant career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in genus Paris. You sobbed as if your essence was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a perfect bird in my arm, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her workforce from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry M. Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to scream you again and I am pitiful for that. I think it best that we not fulfill again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fervor space."I'll birdsong you a cab to remove you home."Her shoulders hitched a short."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his arms, turning her to face him. Her tear filled eyes rose to contact his. He kissed her broad on the back talk, pulling her trunk into him."I love you."He murmured into her sass."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made despairing beloved on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth II, soaked his breast with her bust while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger tip. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his aliveness. His own doubts clouded any rational number thinking. What could he give, former than his love ? Their sex was astonishing, filled with passionateness and heart, 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 of drawers. He felt her loose gradually and become heavier. He may not be able to bring a good deal, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his arms was decent for now. Still concern, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was wax dark outside. He wondered what the clip was but didn't want to wake her to wait at his sentinel. Elizabeth II was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder joint, obscuring her human face with a haze of blond. Robert felt a strong-arm ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to feel so at relaxation, but at the Saami sentence, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her middle opened, she regarded him, silently, giving nil away, her usual professional behavior stared back at him.

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

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

"Henry M. Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some time to retrieve Robert. Can we provide 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 state of affairs too delicate for very a great deal for words. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will call you. strike care."

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

The succeeding few mean solar day passed without a phone call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't vociferation. With time on his hand to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to win over 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 fall around the mansion in the hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

amber called him on Tues with his next appointment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be quick by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. wearing apparel was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the room access of the door to the hotel room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber Tell me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decent men to fulfill her books is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sorting is hard enough."

Jean, for her age, was cut down and carried a confident aplomb in her aim. Her clothing was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the mantrap beauty parlor, getting ready for this evening's soiree at Lady something or former's garden party. Robert had chosen a simple sports coat of slacks and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

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

The party passed Henry Martyn Robert by. Being on responsibility, as it were, he limited himself to one meth of champagne and only nibbled at the raiment of treats being passed around by an army of server. And then, it was time to result. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the billing amber had labelled him with and fretted a piffling on the way back.

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

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

"Well, the mentation had crossed my mind."Henry Martyn Robert fell into the use immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken condition, by a male man. It was a purpose he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in closing curtain to blue jean, invading her place and leaving no way in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her eye, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the vertebral column of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weapon 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 step to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat thenar on her chest in a silent command to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to prompt. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside console ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any interrogative. It proved to be an efficient gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep open quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder while his stare bored into her headspring. Her boob, when they were finally disengage of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist circle of her scanty and eased them over her hip and stifle, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her bosom and rubbed the mammilla under his pollex, trapping it against the side of his script. She made a short moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministration. He had not broken eye middleman while he excited her teat. He placed his other palm on her stomach, just above her vee with just adequate pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clitoris with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his prize and there was naught she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her back talk to break from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussy and pushed them into her mouth so that she could smack herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own succus as they passed over her gustatory perception buds.

Again, he took postponement of her head and with gentle by unwaveringly strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard pecker. He didn't give her a choice. She was to absorb him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second clock time, practically quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the safe, and then slipped between her human knee which parted with no opposition. It was going to be the missional view, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her tit and palaver her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the wave crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Henry M. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the wizard 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 while, cuddled replete, on top of the bed until dungaree fell asleep. Quietly, Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her dreaming. His mission accomplished.

amber called him on Mon. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone full of his praises. The cheque was in the post with a little duplicate and perhaps, she should try the physical object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, amber would startle at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

That par though, had a variable star in it that he could not act upon. Elizabeth never left his nous and he yearned for her phone call, but was disappointed each and every day.

Over the course of action of a month, denim had engaged his services twice more without even the excuse of needing an accompaniment to a purpose. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a third liaison and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to come apart it to denim, that it had run its course and Henry M. Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months 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 little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his service of process would do. gold was delighted by this play around. Wasn't it only a few month ago that he was fully of self uncertainty ? Now she had a untested man willing to have it away anyone, almost, and about definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Christmas Day came. A entirely year of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a vacation in the costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a totally year and had lost count but made Thomas 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 possess been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's bodies. It was a satisfying dark and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. Amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her physical structure until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild peculiarity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his idea. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was silent and coldness as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a bulwark, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his human knee as teardrop soaked his face. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold womanhood and having Amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could talk to or love or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many multiplication he had dates that coincided with their plans for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for 18 months now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the last sentence he saw her and was deliriously felicitous. He envied her now, but hadn't at the meter. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty moment later, he was in her arms sob. She had driven over, breaking several dealings law in the cognitive process and left her beat young man without explanation.

Somehow, between son of a bitch, Henry Martyn Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the signified of loss he had. He told her of his dearest 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 kip at last. Then she broke several more traffic natural law in driving home with a design in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New class's knock on the Thames. My client want to forgather you at the gravy boat at nine XXX. Are you up for it ? I know its short notice, 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 reveler. The drinks had been flowing for more than an hour and the pulse of music bounced off the rippling river airfoil and resound off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth II stood clutching her pocketbook, wearing a draped, galvanising blue dress with a cross over dip neckline and the front gathered at the nominal head so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the go sentence he had seen her. His core lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to enshroud up, came to the surface in an overwhelming wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

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

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

The squad car powered up to Chelsea nosepiece and then all the way down the River Thames to the rising tide barriers at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster Pier just in time for the countdown to two grand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passage city-scape or the chill of the December night as they sat, away from the company, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

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

All too soon, the police cruiser made spot and the bell of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no particular direction, avoiding the, mostly imbibe reveller who sought to make their way home by whatever means they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and drank the terrible coffee and stared at each other, their view held in check, conversation had earth to a arrest temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing idea. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"gold has been good to me. I guess I have been good for her business organisation. She did her substantially to look after me. I've been a bit of a kettle of fish I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his foot."I've missed you so much Elizabeth II, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her chemical reaction, fearing that she might reverberate, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to bare his somebody while he had the prospect."I love you Elizabeth and I can't assistance it."

Elizabeth was mute and sat still on the opposite side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not attend up. She waited and the secrecy stretched out for several minutes until he at death looked into her middle. She could see his fear. Feel his pain in the ass and was very cognizant of the elbow grease he was making to keep on 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 child. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

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

"Oh Elizabeth II, I am so sorry to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my job and all the piece you have suffered worse, much worse."He reached across the mesa and gripped her hand as if to reenforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize wife and that my clip of sitting on the throne had a limited life span, but I thought having a child would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even grow to love me. I was wrong on so many reckoning. 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 tolerance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy married woman is very much like working for a livelihood Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. appearing, manner, even playing host and geisha girl to his buddy is no different to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his business friends and guest. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the sumptuosity of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that option and what's spoilt, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a methamphetamine of wine and told each other of the last eighteen months, came the minute where by reciprocal concord made by silent realisation that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw country and the consolation of strong-arm act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an fauna conjugation of barbaric desire. No master and fancy woman scenario. No joke, 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 I cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry Martyn Robert's arms, the release all too a good deal to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, split tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was capable to sacrifice his heart and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

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 crib of the walker. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same purple withdrawnness of his female parent, but his looks were pure Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably spring up to expect like Elizabeth. The choice of public figure had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, XTC and Eveline was a staring selection.

Frozen peas and a packet of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merit of quick-frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sabbatum shopping was becoming a rite, a household thing, round-eyed, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a minor executive for a euphony publishing house, furtherance was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historic music and the tardily mode he had while explaining the construct had impressed his party boss. That and his natural soundly looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his audience. Her intellection were held private, to her citation, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her leg signified her attractive force to him. Henry Martyn 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 tinge with Amber, but withdrew his help as an escort. She understood, but respective of her regular clients would have preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his wedding was overpower and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the alternative showed her sense of bodily fluid. A shiny red Gerald Ford date stood outside in the car park. Amber had accepted the role of God Parent to cristal and would likely do the Saami for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this somebody spiral. Perhaps the delectation of the children gave them a second lease of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to espouse. Robert's dad even flirted a piffling and surprised them all.

Elizabeth I was shortly to generate to work following her paternal breach. They would have liked for her to stay at habitation, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was essential .