C. Prince Charles Fenwick was 42 years old, wealthy beyond his needs, alone in the world. His given name is Chadwick. He cursed his parents for naming him Chadwick Fenwick. What a pudden-head name. He went by Charles VII in the business world. His close comrade called him Chadic. They were associates ; he really had no one he called a friend. Charles had been successful in business, he had a knack for it and a driveway to come after. He had a beautiful wife and a offspring son. Then ten years ago he lost them both in an motorcar accident. In his grief he shut himself off from the worldly concern, turning his brain completely to making money. He did n't care who may be shunted aside, stepped over, inconvenienced. He would succeed, spectacularly. Oh sure he had his physical motivation. Those reappeared after two or three twelvemonth. But he could never hand himself over to anyone again. He could n't expose his heart to the risk. So he had companions. No one he would call a lady friend. His current fellow traveler was a 26 class old beauty. enceinte firm breasts, wide-eyed hips, dark hair, disconsolate eyes. She could suck his cock like no other and ride him to enervation. She was hot and kinky and there for his needs. But he knew she enjoyed his money, while he enjoyed her physical structure. She was n't a whore or call girl, just a immature womanhood enjoying some of the finer things in biography. And C. Jacques Charles Fenwick did bask the finer affair in life story. Starting with his penthouse apartment. A suite of rooms overlooking the park. He employed a chef to organize meal as needed and a housekeeper to make sure everything was in order.

Tonight he waited for his companion Bailey to arrive. While enjoying a glass of proficient wine he thought about something that had happened on his way home. He often walked home to enjoy good weather and had no trouble ignoring about people on the street, walking past them in his own world. Tonight though, just a span stop from his building he passed a youthful panhandler. A dishevelled woman, wan, tired looking. As common, he would have walked by, but she caught his eye. He looked again. trench dreary eyes, somewhere between wannabe and hopeless. He stopped, took out his wallet hoping he might throw a dollar or two. He rarely carried cash, who did these sidereal day, but he found a 20. It seemed a bit much. What was he thinking, he could light cigars with a twenty and never notice. He dropped it in her basket.

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

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

'' Hey Chad, this is my supporter Kenzie. I brought her over to party with us tonight. Hope you do n't listen ? '' psyche ? Here was another hot young babe half his age. She had straight blond hair, brown eyes, a tight lilliputian ass and perky tits. She also had a chirpy personality and practically bounced into the apartment after her friend.

'' Sure no problem. Welcome. ``

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

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

'' vino noblewoman ? ``

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

They settled on the sofa, one missy on either side of meat of Charles VII. Bailey was already running her hand over his chest. Kenzie was still looking around, wondering how matter would go.

'' Chadic language, I missed you, it 's been a few days. ``

'' Sorry Bailey, workplace has been busybodied. But I do have time coming up. I thought we could go up to my lake theatre, spend some metre on my sauceboat ? ``

'' sang-froid. Yes, just secernate me when. ``

Materially driven people were so well-heeled for Charles Stuart. Dangle a dinner party, or a boat, or new earrings and their whole expectation changed. It was the same in business enterprise. Now Bailey was properly motivated. She slipped off her shirt, letting him see her bountiful breasts in the new red lacing bra.

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

'' Why do n't we pick out this inside ? '' He was definitely getting a objet d'art of this hot new ass tonight. Oh sure he 'd have passel for Bailey too. He was in near pattern for his age, but kept a stock of oral contraceptive pill to ensure he performed like a guy their age. They moved to the king sizing bed down the hall. This was an surplus way he used for these type coming upon. None of his visitors were allowed into his private bedroom.

Charles stripped and positioned himself against a lot of pillows. In addition to business sector insightfulness and wealth, he was also blessed with a fairly impressive stopcock. It was a honest 7 inches, a just thickness too. If asked he told women it was over 8 inch. Who 's measuring, and it usually excited them. His peter was arduous and standing proudly. Kenzie again said, `` Wow. ``

He almost said the same affair when Kenzie dropped her pants and thong. She was obviously a cancel blond. Wispy light source hairs collected on her mound above her cleanly shaved back talk. Bailey was completely denudate, but this was a nice change. He knew then what he wanted. He slid down a picayune on the bed.

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

'' Kenzie, up here, I feel like I need to get better acquainted with that cute puss of yours. '' Pearl Mae Bailey got to work on on his cock, sucking it into her sassing and expertly using her tongue to tease his full moon length. Kenzie scooted up on the bed and squatted over his expression presenting her pussy to him. He pulled her down and prodded at her with his tongue. Then licking her slit and sucking at her clit to get her going. He savored her wetness, slipped two fingerbreadth into her tight slit and fucked her that way as he licked up and down tasting her, inhaling her sweet tanginess. This was expert. He liked a sugared young pussy in his human face. He was n't so worried about her getting a lot of pleasure, Chad just wanted that sassy newness. Bailey was busy servicing his cock and in a few proceedings he 'd meet her with his cum, but a gracious new pussy to appreciation before filling it with his dick was Charles'approximation of a estimable evening. Bailey would be back for boats and jewelry and nice dinners, but this might be a unity shot at her friend. He knew how young charwoman were. If he spent too practically time on Kenzie, then no way Bailey brings her around again. Kenzie was now grinding on him. His fingers had found a adept stain, she was rocking her hips rubbing her kitty on his face, his slim beard would be coated in her juice. bailey was doing her respectable on his shaft, but chad was getting into this blond pussy more that he usually did. For him womanhood were a tone ending to be had as needed. He was never opprobrious or cruel, he just did n't receive the time for romance. Nor the desire. It was a physical act, pleasurable certainly, but a satisfying of a need. Kenzie, began tensing and cumming, he pinched her pointy nipple and she went off, dripping her female person cum. That was it. He needed this blonde pussycat, now.

'' relocation over Bailey. '' She sat back. She might be a little concerned. Was he disappointed in her, not satisfied ? Charlemagne flipped Kenzie over on to her knees. He positioned his peter at her pussy and aim it trench. She was n't expecting his length AND girth and cried out.

'' Sorry. '' He backed off and found the justly astuteness, then held her lose weight hips and fucked her relentlessly, shaking her, her blonde haircloth whipping back and forth as he drove his pulsing stopcock into her. Then reaching his peak he felt his unanimous torso clench, a import, and freeing. His hot cum coating her insides. When he 'd emptied himself he sat back. He looked at Bailey.

'' It would be a shame to let that go to lay waste to. You were working for it anyway. '' Maybe that was a niggling mean. But he did get off on watching two charwoman together and watching bailey lick his cum from his latest conquest, her admirer, that was too beneficial to slip by up. He 'd possess to hold his office helper pick up something nice for her. Bailey, looking a footling dejected rolled her supporter over onto her dorsum and set to licking his cum as it dripped from Kenzie. He was n't sure if Kenzie was into girl on little girl but she seemed too spent to argue. Instead she said,

'' Chad, you 're so big. I 've never felt one like that. '' He smiled at her. He knew she was partly trying to earn favor, but hey maybe she had n't been with such a well endowed guy before. He was n't worried that he 'd just dumped his cum into her. A couple years ago he 'd had himself fixed. He was n't bringing any more kids into this lousy earth. And he did n't require anyone trying to corrupt or blackmail him. They could experience his semen. But no one was getting any sperm. He was discharge to lie with who he wanted. He paid a very soundly doctor a lot of money for regular testing. Such is life.

It did n't seem that Kenzie really got off from Bailey 's movement but at least her cunt was houseclean. And watching them had kept his peter at half mast. He liked it that way. Still longer than about guy and ready for action with piffling Sir Thomas More try. bailey had finished with Kenzie and was now laying by him, rubbing her nails on his cock. He was going to have to fuck her tonight or she 'd pout. He might soon ask to incite on from her. At some point you could n't have them leading you around by your dick, making you want their pussy. There would be tear, there always was, then she 'd be gone. He 'd do without for awhile, but eventually when the need arose, he 'd see a probably girl and it would start over. But for now, she was still amusing him, and she had hot friends. He 'd consecrate her a good fucking, assure her, then have some repose and quiet when they left.

He was soon stiff. Bailey got on top and hinge on his arduous cock. She could lease most of him, so that was nice. She told him how hot he was and how his huge putz filled her and excited her. She came twice, then worked him with her snatch until he filled her. She settled on him. Letting Kenzie know that he was hers. They left after a of late dinner. He 'd probably send something to Kenzie. He usually did n't the firstly meter or so with a new girl. He wanted it plain that he was n't buying them. But she was dear. He liked that blond pussy of hers. Who knows, maybe she 'd turn his regular. Would n't that screw with Nathan Bailey 's question ?

When they were gone he looked around the apartment. Mrs. Hiram Williams would grumble about cleaning up after one of his fuck sessions. But what did she expect ? The apartment was roomy. A kitchen and dining room, big living room, his private bedroom, the fuck elbow room and a smaller node room. He did n't often own guests, but sometimes brave out conditions or events in the urban center booked up the ripe hotels. He relaxed with a salutary Scotch, sated. It had been a good evening. But something nagged at him.

Days went by, his evenings a mix of work and events. As with well-nigh affluent men he gave, generously he thought, to Jacob's ladder. It helped to assuage any guiltiness that could mouse in from the wealth he enjoyed. Still he passed by nearly people on the street without a thought. Then one evening walking base, on a unlike street, across from where he was, he saw her again. He stopped and looked to be sure. Yes, he was certain. He made his way across and stood by her. Had he been thinking about seeing her again when he had his assistant get variety for him ? She seemed to be wearing the Same soiled wearing apparel. Her pilus needed a good washables but otherwise there was no discrete scent. She did n't smell like alcohol. He dropped a 50 in her basket.

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

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

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

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

'' No, no, no young lady. I 'm not soliciting. But, please, point me your teeth. '' She made a grimace, exposing levelheaded, if slightly grubby teeth. `` No alcoholic beverage ? No drugs ? ``

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

'' Do you stay on at a tax shelter ? ``

'' With your benignity, I can. And get a good meal too. Bless you. '' Charles River nodded, then moved on.

At his apartment, Mrs Sir Bernard Williams was grouching about cleaning up his surplus way, as she called it. `` I 'm a proper Christian womanhood and to clean house up after your orgy, Mr. Fenwick. well I 'd rather not.

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

'' That is the pecker for this week. And this will be my FINAL hebdomad. Thank you. '' She left.

goodness riddance he thought. He 'd feel soul else. Maybe person better to look at as they moved around the place. He was feeling needy again. Maybe clip to call in Pearl Mae Bailey. Or, what was her supporter 's name ? But he called Bailey. He was in a humour. Mrs. Sir Bernard Williams had annoyed him. The vagrant fille nagged at him. Then there was the usual business organisation business organisation. He needed an electrical outlet. Fortunately Bailey was make and uncoerced to be that electric receptacle. He supposed he 'd have got to demand her to the lake. Then maybe move on.

Nathan Bailey showed up two hours later. She was dressed, as requested, like a slutty hiker. Ready to be used. Charles grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her to him and kissed her punishing on the oral fissure, using his early hand to roughly squeeze her tit. She moaned and looked at him.

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

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

Charles was n't often this wired up. They 'd played rough before, and they 'd had sex in a variety of slipway, but he had a feeling she might be sore at the end of tonight. Oh well, she liked a bit of rough out clobber and the thought of a weekend at the lake on his boat, showtime social class intellectual nourishment and wine, and his big hammer, would help make up for this even. He wondered if she had question, if this was all worth it. She took her position, at least he was n't tying her up. He got up behind her. WHACK ! 'Oh shit'WHACK ! 'oh fuck'Her ass would be red. Charles River looked at the hired hand photographic print on her the right way ass impertinence. Maybe she needed one on the left. WHACK ! Damn, her ass was red. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands.

'' OW FUCK, Chad. ``

'' Shut up '' WHACK ! Now both cheeks were even. He held her and fed his turncock into her. She took his duration but winced each fourth dimension he slammed into her ass. He fucked her surd, and deep, and fast. Then he spit on her asshole. She 'd have intercourse what was coming.

'' Oh god. '' Yes, his guild was going up her ass. His hammer was lubed from her pussycat, then his finger invaded her ass.

'' OOOOOOOOHHHH ! '' whang !

He withdrew from her pussy and pushed his cock against her ass, pushing the head right hand in. Then he stopped.

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

'' Oooooh fuck. '' He was in, but he had a ways to go. She bent her head and waited for Chad to fill her ass. And here it came, in, in, deeper, his manus on her sore ass cheeks. to a greater extent pain from his hands than from his invasion. Her ass stretch. Then he was all the way in. A moment, then out, out until only an column inch or two remained, then slam. All the way. And now it was on. He fucked her ass, and fucked her ass. Grunting with his exertions. A few Light Within smacking on her ass as he took her abstruse. Finally he came into her. He pulled out.

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

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

'' I 'm blue Bailey. ``

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

'' Maybe a bit too far. Really, clear the weekend of the 15th. We 'll relax, have fun. Sunbathe on the boat. I know some sequestrate berth. ``

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

'' Yes. Get a new swim lawsuit. And something cute for dinner. Tell them to charge my account. ``

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

'' Maybe some application too. '' She smiled. Ah she was going to be a hard one to leave. Bailey stayed for awhile. He listened to her go on about her ally and workplace. It mostly bored him, but Carolus figured he owed her some of his unloosen sentence for putting up with his aggressiveness earlier. Finally she left and he relaxed. It was unruffled. He had been able to put out some of his annoyance with the world, taking it out on Pearl Mae Bailey 's ass. At least he had n't taken out the whips and range.

The next cockcrow it was ice chest. As he waited for his car he saw the young peeress begging for change. He walked down and asked why she was out here in short and a illume shirt. He 'd given her cash just the early day.

'' Yes, you were generous, but money does n't last forever and I try to save some for strong Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I did experience a full meal. I 'm grateful to you for that. '' As his car pulled up Charles IX thought a moment.

'' Will you come with me ? ``

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

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

'' Can I work my few affair ? ``

'' Yes. yes, we 'll put them in the trunk of my car. I 'm on my way to cultivate downtown. Ben will drive and we can speak. '' She caught her breathing space. `` Is something wrong ? No one will harm you. ``

'' No, it 's ok. I 'll go with you. I 'm about at my witticism end, I suppose I can rent a fortune. ``

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

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

'' Yes I know. '' Charles the Bald had his driver open the trunk then gave him book of instructions to telephone his personal assistant at the agency with a list of project. Ben looked uncertainly at the woman. He was thinking his boss could probably incur someone a little cleanser if he needed some action mechanism. Charles waited until the woman was in the car, then went around and got in the early side. The womanhood looked at the interior of the luxury sedan, then at Charles.

'' My name is Charlemagne. What is your name ? ``

'' Amy. ``

'' Amy. Good. Now I want to ask you a few questions. '' She stared at him with her deep blue eyes. She nodded.

'' Do you do drugs ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Do you imbibe excessively ? ``

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

'' Why are you on the street ? '' She began crying. He wanted to bear on her to see to it her, but decided he should stick around on his side for now. Through sobs she tried to explain. Thrown out of her business firm. scurrilous father. Teen maternity. Child 's don left. Could n't end college. Could n't find a job. No home base, no recognition, no job, no hope.

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

'' Easy for you sir. When you have decent things, you keep nice things. When you have naught. And I 've tried saving every dollar bill I can get. So I can ... so.. ''

'' So you can do what ? ``

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

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

The driver lowered the legal separation panel. `` Ms. Penelope says everything will be fix. ``

'' Thank you Ben. ``

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

'' Why are you doing this ? ``

'' If I said you reminded me of somebody, can we pass on it at that ? '' She sniffed away tears and nodded her head. They met Penny who looked over Charles'new, well she did n't know what. Penny was nothing if not super efficient. Charles never thought about bedding her, though his business organization associates often assumed he must be sampling such a tasty looking womanhood. But she was much more valuable to him as his assistant and they remained entirely professional. To the point where she was one of the few people who could call him out on some of his actions. She took him aside.

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

'' Bailey is n't a bimbo. But no this is nothing like that at all. Please get her cleaned, clothed and fed. talk of the town to her, as a fair sex. She 's still cautious with me. Oh and do you have a doctor she could see ? Who knows how foresightful she 's been on the street or in shelters. And find out how old she is. ``

'' Yes Charles. '' She looked uncertain.

Later that afternoon Penny buzzed Jacques Charles in his office and asked if he had a few minutes. He told her to issue forth right in. She entered with a impinging young cleaning woman behind her.

'' Amy Henderson, C. Charles Fenwick. '' Amy looked around at the forward-looking role. No old wood paneling and dark heavy electric chair. Charles I'federal agency had large windows ; it was light, airy, Methedrine and metal. Charles IX showed the womanhood to death chair across from his desk.

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

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

'' Because of fate I suppose. You were in the right topographic point and caught my eye and well, I 've never done this before. Oh trusted I donate to various crusade, but no not individually. ``

centime spoke up. `` Amy is 24. She has a eminent schoolhouse diploma and has actually attended some college form. She has no current regular source of income. Doctor Dowling says she has no evident medical issues, pending bloodwork, no sign of drug use, nor intimate revilement. Somewhat malnourished, but now unclouded and goodly. What next Bos ? ``

'' I have an mind. Amy, can I trust you ? ``

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

'' intelligible. But if you were well fed and had a safety place to sleep ? ``

'' I 'm an honest individual, sir. I have my standards, despite how I 've fallen. '' Charles looked over at cent. penny rocked her head, unsure of where this was going.

'' Ok, a proposal of marriage. '' Amy stiffened. `` No, your virtue is condom, though your ears may hear things. '' penny rolled her eye. `` My housekeeper quit on me this week. I have n't found a successor. Could you pack care of my apartment ? Maybe run some local anesthetic errands for me ? I have a spare room where you can live. I pay well. '' cent looked on surprised.

'' Charles, what about ? ``

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

Amy, `` Other part ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' I suppose my solution is yes. ``

'' perfective. Penny, you have the sleep of the good afternoon off to take Amy shopping for clothes and anything else you feel she needs. I 'd revalue it if you 'd company us back to my apartment after oeuvre so we can get Amy settled. ``

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

'' OH, I almost forgot. My thing in the car. I, speculation I do n't need the clothes, but there 's a pocket-size bag with personal item. Can I get them ? ``

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

C. Charles VII Fenwick sat back in his chairman, his hands behind his head word. Just what was he doing ? A tear caught the side of his nose, ran down to his lip. Was he getting sonant ? No. It was something more than that. But what ?

Charles, centime and Amy rode back to his apartment after Amy checked that her bag was there. She clutched it to herself as they rode. This time she was clean, comfortably dressed and had hopes. And fears. She was taking a chance. She 'd be living in an flat with a bingle man. A very powerful, full-bodied man. If this was all some ruse to use and abuse her, who would think the hiker when she was found back on the street. The money spent on her so far was a pittance to Jacques Charles. But it was time to take a opportunity. If whip came to worst she 'd let him birth his way and movement on. deterrent example learned. She looked over at him. Serious, restrained, seldom smiling.

They arrived at his flat building. Amy took note that he used a key and pressed the P floor at the top. They were quickly whisked to the top of the building. The elevator opened into a humble third house with only one door usable to them. Charles opened the door and allowed Amy and Penny to enter. Amy looked around at luxury she could only imagine. To call it an apartment was the understatement of the yr. high school ceiling, wide assailable Windows looking out over central Park, all light colors, shiny, new, modern.

'' Welcome to my house Amy. I hope you will be well-situated here. Let me show you around. '' They walked into the living area, prosperous furniture, a huge TV on the rampart, a bar, and room to entertain. The shiny modern kitchen, with all the appliance Charles'chef needed to train repast when requested. `` The kitchen is yours to use. I 'll coordinate with you if Henri has put aside anything for a limited occasion. Otherwise feel destitute to name yourself anything. You will not be required to fudge for me. Keeping all of this spotless will be workplace enough. '' They walked past the dining room, hall bath, then stopped at a enceinte bedroom. A king size bed and unity dresser were the only furniture. `` This is, well to be frank, where I entertain women friends. They rarely stay over, so you can check this room in the morning to see if the flat solid need cleaning and anything motive to be put away. They would go in that dresser. ``

'' The whips and range of mountains '', cent added. Amy 's eyes opened wide-cut. A script came to her face.

Charles the Bald, `` Yes, or dildos, paddles, strap-ons, all style of sex toys. Some girls like to be spanked, so you may find out yell. No one is actually injured. But you may find oneself some items that need to go back in the dresser. Will that be a trouble ? ``

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

'' Good. speechmaking of which, the unopen room at the end is my personal bedroom. It 's to stay on that way. ``

'' Yes sir. ``

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

'' Yes, of course. ``

'' Good, now let 's go back through the living room. '' On the far incline of the bread and butter room was one more room. It was n't as turgid as the early rooms, but it was wide enough and had the like spectacular perspective as the support room. `` This is your room. You may decorate or arrange things to please yourself. I will never accede without your license. You have a private bathroom through that room access. Is that agreeable ? ``

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

'' Tonight you relax, make yourself at home. Tomorrow you can start by giving the place a light going over. Familiarize yourself with everything. You may knead whatever hr you choose while I 'm away during the day. As long as the position is spotless, it 's no matter to me how tenacious it takes. Is there anything else you need ? ``

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

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

'' well, I would like to get a laptop or computer of some sort. I would pass my free time taking college courses. I still have some dreams and thing I must do. ``

'' Of course ! penny, banker's bill that. We 'll get you set up in no time. Perhaps a desk in here to work at ? '' Prince Charles almost seemed to smile. His own perceptual experience and any verification that they were correct pleased him. `` I knew there was something to you, yes I always support a individual bettering themselves. The wifi here is excellent. But do n't expend all day every day inside. Now you can take the air the city with confidence. Shop, visit museums, take in the web site. I 'll give you a key. Come and go as you please. ``

Amy looked abash. In a day her life had changed. But would Charles I sympathise her freehanded dreaming ? That could wait.

Charles the Bald proposed a toast to his raw employee. Amy sipped at a vintage she could let never tasted before. `` Drink up Amy. A slight vino in moderation is no trouble. As long as you 're not emptying my bottleful during the day. ``

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

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

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

'' former than that a cute Thomas Young gentlewoman will be living in your flat ? It will be a temptation. surely today she 's still that bedraggled char you found in the street. But I was with her clothes shopping. She 's ... .got potential. Do n't get ideas. Aside from that, no, I think she 'll knead hard. I think she wants to please you and if one of her first opinion is breeding that 's a right sign. Let her take a breather Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles. This is a lot, suddenly. With your permission, I would like to mentor her. Meet with her every two calendar week or so, help her make thoroughly decisions. ``

'' soundly theme Penny. Very thoroughly. I 'm happy that you 're on board. Now I have a listing of items here. Please striking James tomorrow and have him do some research. '' James IV Emil Hermann Fischer was Charles'attorney. He also did any excavation Charles needed. Whether dirt on rival or information required for the business.

'' Certainly. '' Penny left and Charles was alone with Amy. Not exactly with her, but in the same household. He went down to his suite to shower and then sleep. Amy sat on her new bed, in new pajamas, staring out at the parking lot. She lay back and had her best night 's rest in ages.

The work was not difficult at all. Sure there was a lot of furniture and kitchen convenience that showed every fingerprint, but Amy found that she could get through the hale shoes in a couple of hours. Two days after she moved in a technical school soul from Charles'office showed up and set up her new laptop computer. They 'd also sent over a desk and a printer. She spent the afternoon getting reacquainted with the public. There was a lot more out there than what she 'd gleaned from throwaway newspaper. Penny called to set-up a meeting and to pop the question what she had discussed with Charles. Amy was more than happy to induce a successful woman to guide her. She 'd assay her advice on where best to bring on-line courses.

Prince Charles was in his office when Saint James the Apostle arrived with some information. He scanned the document. Amy Henderson, award student, cheerleader, college dropout, never married, one child, removed by DSS, then cypher. He looked up at James,

'' Anything else ? ``

'' Not yet Charles. I 'm working on it. These records are not as public. But I 'll feel them. ``

'' goodness. ``

James IV left and Charles was satisfied for the moment. Now he needed early satisfaction. He called Pearl Bailey. Amy was cleaning up after dinner party when the bell alerted them to a visitant. Charles looked at Amy.

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

'' Yes, Carolus. ``

Charles the Great opened the door to Bailey. She was dressed in a more reserved shirt and jeans. It seemed Charles was looking for a more unstrain evening. She looked over his shoulder and saw the young woman, dressed not all that differently to her.

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

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

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

'' No bailey, Amy works for me, but goose egg like that. Stop being so needy. ``

Amy had her door closed, but she could n't serve but pick up them. Apparently Bailey could n't wait to get down the hall to show her dedication to Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles. Certain matter came through the door.

'' Then let me suck your big cock chad. That 's it, mmm your big fat cock, all mine. ``

Charles knew what this was about. Bailey needed Amy to listen. To know that she was Charles'girl. To set limits.

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

Amy tried blocking it out. She went into her lavatory to change. When she 'd removed her wearing apparel she looked at herself in the mirror. The fille had said she had a Nice ass. She turned, maybe. She certainly did n't have the big nipple Charles River'girl was showing off with her pie-eyed shirt. Amy 's had plumped up a bit during pregnancy, but a couple geezerhood of trammel diet had her back to her original size. She looked at them, smallish, overturned, dark mamilla. She was still mostly cutis and clappers, but she 'd be able to fill up out a little with a good diet. There was so often intellectual nourishment for her to take from. And broad healthy dinners cooked by an expert. From the other elbow room came new auditory sensation, Amy knew what was going on. She returned to her sleeping room, set across her bed, naked. She could take heed the strait of sex through the door.

'' Oh fuck Lake Chad, oh screwing, yes. Give me that cock, so big, bed me hard. ``

And moan, and grunts and Sir Thomas More cursing. Amy felt a wetness between her legs. She had n't had prison term, or desire to think about sex while on the streets. She 'd spent more time avoiding advances. Now she could hear Charles River and his girl Bailey fucking in the living room. bailey making sure she let Amy know she was receiving what she wanted and was entitled to. Charles was hers and Amy better get no ideas. Amy placed her mitt on her mound, found her clitoris, rub her fingerbreadth along her snatch spreading her wetness, her hips raising to meet her hand. She circled her clit, reminding herself of long lost feelings, letting go groan of her own.

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

Amy circled, slid her finger down, found her wet hatchway. She teased herself, cried out as she was reminded of by pleasures.

Bailey heard Amy as Republic of Chad slammed into her. The kick was getting off listening to them. `` roll in the hay me Chad. HARD. FUCK me. ``

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

Charles was finally there. He released his cum into Bailey. When he 'd done he pulled out. `` Let 's go into the sleeping room. '' Bailey stood up. Before she covered herself she let some of their merge fluids drip on the floor. Let the short bitch have something to clean. In the bedchamber, Bailey fucked and sucked Chad until he was done. She made surely the bed mainsheet would want a good cleaning.

The next good morning Amy waited until Charles left for workplace. She thought it might be ungainly to see him, or to start cleaning up after his sex while he was there. First she got down and cleaned the floor of what she supposed was his ejaculate. The girl had mentioned his 'big cock'multiple sentence. Why was she thinking about this ? Amy HAD still had a bit of a tingle between her legs this morning. She resisted pleasuring herself as Carolus would likely discover her. Maybe this afternoon after cleaning she 'd cover herself. That changed when she got to the fun way. As expected the sheets needed to be changed. Out of curiosity she looked in the drawers. There were all mode of sex miniature, some of which she could only imagine their role. However, one target she knew how to use. A declamatory black dildo, pliant, buddy-buddy and yearn. Amy thought for only a moment before lying back on the bed, spreading her ramification wide and beginning to rub the tip of the rubbery cock over her pussy. She was soon wet and able to insert the tip. Oh squat, it had been so long. backbone in richly school she had fucked a few guy cable, some were good, some not so good. She 'd never had one this size of it and she wondered how close it was to Charles''huge cock'. The persuasion of a real rooster so big, throbbing between her legs caused Amy to get more wet, to allow the dildo to stretch her and go further than her finger reached. She found a good deepness and began fucking herself with the dildo while circling her clit with her finger's breadth. She was soon moaning in pleasure and happy she had the house to herself. When she was almost there she pushed the dildo in further and vigorously rub her clit setting off a powerful orgasm that sent a jounce to her pussy. Amy came down and make relaxed a bit before cleaning up after herself. By the time Carolus came home the apartment looked good as new.

Carolus looked around. Satisfied, he paused a moment, then, `` Apologies for last night. Bailey seemed to feel the penury to announce herself. We 'll try to restrain our action down the hall. ``

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

He gave a smashed lipped grinning. `` You 're no Mrs. Williams. '' Amy bowed her school principal at his trivial joke.

Amy soon took sentence in the afternoon to meet with penny at a coffee berry shop down near the office. Penny turned over an gasbag and another larger folder.

'' Your showtime pay stub. In the brochure you will find entropy on your new savings bank account, a debit carte du jour and some forms to ratify. We took the liberty of depositing your pay to spread the account. Your time to come payments will be direct deposited every other week. ``

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

'' Honestly. Yes it is. But Charles is absurdly moneyed, has no family and earnings well for work well done. I make far More than a personal supporter normally would. It 's his way. reward him by bettering yourself. Someday maybe I 'll tell you more about him. More than what you can determine on the internet ? ``

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

'' You 're no gull. Of form you researched. I 'd look nothing LE. Come back to the office with me. We 'll go over the papers, let you sign on some money box document and wee sure you can use the savings bank app. Oh, you do n't make a phone do you ? ``

'' No. ``

'' OK, we 'll lease upkeep of that. Charles River may call for to contact you when he 's not home to pick up something for him at a storehouse. Or some early errand. I 'm forever getting call. ``

'' Oh, you may need to register me how the newer phones work. ``

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

They went back to the agency and worked on various things. Amy was happy to be getting her life in order. She 'd be capable to save money too.

The next weekend was the 15th. Bailey showed up with her bags, far more than she 'd need for three nighttime, given that she 'd be naked half the time. On his boat at the lake sign Charles the Great allowed sun washup, even nude in secluded spots, during the mean solar day, but expected everyone to dress appropriately for dinner and evening event. They would go out onto the lake in the break of the day and not return to the house until late evening. There was way for multitude to require a nap, or other activities, then variety for black-tie dinner. Being there as Chad 's girl made Bailey glow. Watching the thin immature char prancing around his flat in T-shirt and shorts `` cleaning '' did not arrive at her happy. She knew Chadic language must be fucking her.

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

Charles did like getting away for a few days. He worked a lot, but unlike some he did enjoy a little leisure fourth dimension. Bailey was a fine companion. She liked dressing up, but she also did n't beware being nude in nominal head of people. So daytime she could be found at the bow of the gravy holder sunning herself, unconcerned about the prying eyes of other invitee. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles usually invited a brace of business associates near of them a bit older who managed to establish up with person decidedly younger who was NOT their married woman. His only rule was, no one illegal. He was n't getting himself caught in that variety of outrage. If someone got caught by his married woman with a 20 something atomic number 79 digger, well that was n't his problem. At the moment the three Brigham Young ladies were splashing in the water, their tight Danton True Young soundbox on show. The men enjoyed the view, a safe scotch and a better cigar.

Bailey dressed for dinner party in a slinky small fatal dress that would be so easy to slip off later. There was quite a little of her freehanded boobs on display. She had competition as everyone seemed to bask a fountainhead endowed companion. Bailey looked them over. At to the lowest degree hers were genuine. Henri had prepared a delicious meal, his assistant serving to the node with the appropriate vino from Charles'personal cellar. After dinner and lounging under the stars the boat returned to wharfage. To call this a lake house was absurd. While it kept the Grant Wood and rustic illusion, it was all sumptuousness. Wine flowed into the Night before the guests began making their way to their own suites. When Charles and Bailey got to their room she made to skid her attire off.

'' Leave it on. You look hot, '' He pulled her to him. Kissed her on the neck, then on the exposed beau of her breasts, his manpower clutching at her ass through the dress. Sliding his mitt down, then up underneath he pulled down her flyspeck lash and waited for her to step out of it. Lifting her he carried Bailey to the bed and set her pile on the edge. Charles VII unfastened his pants and unloosen his throbbing cock. With his gasp pooled around his base he leaned into Pearl Mae Bailey and impaled her with his firm cock. While feeding it into her over and over his handwriting roamed the slick cloth of her dress, feeling her Danton True Young body rocking and undulating under him. He squeezed her large tit and pinched her mamilla, rocking the bed as he pushed his dick trench. Pearl Bailey reacted, humping her pelvic girdle up to promote him, to take into account him to reach her deepest parts.

'' Oh fuck Chad. Fuck me, fill my cunt. I 'm your shag harlot. Fuck me. Use my cunt. OH, OH. YES. You 're the good. I 'm your bitch whore. I live for your cock. I need your cum. Fill my cunt. ``

Fill her he did. He 'd built up a good bit watching the girlfriend all day, then teasing him in this clothes all dark. She locked her peg around him as he deposited a big load in the far reaches of her vagina. Her cunt as she was calling it. Dirty talk was secure. She WAS a full fuck. And tonight a goody for her. She could sleep with him. He expected she 'd suck his hard dick in the morning. It was worth it. Now he let her get rid of the dress, then clean up. Then she could get that sexy torso up against him for the night.

Knowing they would be home Tuesday Amy spent all day Monday going over everything twice. When she 'd finished, she happened to notice the closed door at the end of the entrance hall. Surely that room needed cleaning too. But he said it was private. Amy walked to the threshold. If it 's locked then she 'd go back inside. She turned the threshold knob. It opened. OK, she 'd learn a looking at. If there was anything valuable sitting around she 'd close the door and leave. There was zippo obvious. A B. B. King size of it bed. banner furniture. Maybe even a little ex compared to the repose of the apartment. rummy about the sparseness of the way Amy carefully walked around the furniture. She dared not open anything and even now felt she was betraying a cartel. Then she noticed the only detail in the room. A photo on the nightstand. wonder got the dear of her and she picked it up. When she looked at it, she staggered back, hit her wooden leg on the bed and dropped the frame. The glass shattered sending shard across the wood floor.

'' oh fuck oh piece of tail oh ass. '' Trembling she picked up the frame. It was a photo of a young adult female and she supposed, her son. But it was when she had looked at the womanhood that Amy became woozy. The young fair sex had the deepest bluish eyes. The case was different, but it was like staring into her own eyes in a mirror. She managed to localize the human body back on the nightstand. Then spent the future hour ensuring that she 'd found and cleaned up every exclusive speck of Methedrine. But what had she done ? Would he open fire her ? bang her rachis out onto the street ? She did n't know what to do. So she called cent to explain what had happened. Penny suggested they meet immediately. That evening.

'' Amy, I ca n't punctuate how life-threatening this is. Charlemagne expects and demands that people follow instructions. Right or wrong he feels that he knows what 's best for him and his job. individual going off trend threatens him. I ca n't honestly say that this wo n't be grounds for dismissal. It 's that serious. You 've betrayed his trust. There 's no greater sin when it comes to Charles. ``

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

'' Do n't think tears and compassion will move him. He 's got no time for people playing biz. What I suggest is that you immediately confess. take on your wrongfulness doing, and place yourself at his mercy. But firstly, let me tell apart you a few things. ``

Penny explained about Charles River'before lifetime. His wife Beth and son Charlie from the photo. Jacques Charles was a dissimilar man then. Sure he was successful, but he was a dedicate father and husband. He always made clip for his kinfolk. He had everything. Until the accident. Beth was driving up near their family in Westchester. They were hit by a truck on a blind curve. He was beyond devastated and only survived by diving 24/7 into his business. He had no time for anyone else. It 's been ten years. `` I started with the party seven years ago. What you see now is ten years of chipping at the severe case that had formed on him. You notice that there are no photo around the other way. None in his office. Just that one by his bed. ``

Around noon on Tuesday the threshold to the apartment opened. Charles River and Nathan Bailey came in. Amy was sitting on the sofa her oculus red again, crushing a napkin in her hand.

'' What 's the matter Amy ? '' All in a boot Amy explained about cleaning and checking his room and seeing the photograph and dropping it and she was so distressing and never again.

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

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

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

'' What did I do ? I never went in there. The stupefied HOUSEKEEPER ca n't come after rules. ``

'' GET THE screwing OUT. And do n't name me. '' Now Bailey started crying. She picked up her bags and left. Slamming the threshold behind her.

'' Fucking cunt. '' Amy had n't heard Charles IX like this. She was n't sure which of them was the 'fucking bitch'. He was tempestuous. Would he hit her ? He paced, flexing his finger. Pounding a fist into his leg. He grabbed a chairman and placed it right in front of Amy.

'' Look at me. '' She looked. Then shifted her eyes away. Her backtalk trembled.

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

'' appear me in the eyes. '' She did. With every effort she held his gaze.

'' I 'm dingy. '' He looked, and looked. Then she saw a rent in his eye.

'' I imagine now you know why I helped you ? '' She shook her foreland up and down. `` You have her eye. I 've never seen those heart before or since. When you look at me it 's like she 's here again for a moment. I 'll get a new soma. You may add cleaning my chamber to your job. He held her nous between his deal. And.. ''

'' And ? ``

'' This is a anserine man talking. No obligation. Never ever is the appropriate answer. You owe me nothing because you 've already given me so a lot. But IF, you ever want to join me in there, I will forego every other woman. Absolutely No responsibility. And I say that before I show you this. ``

Charlemagne got up and went to his briefcase. He 'd received information he 'd printed out at the lake house. He returned to his seat.

'' St. James the Apostle has been doing enquiry. I suppose it was the same you 've been attempting. But he has, uh, more than assets to use. We 've found your son. He 's in a nurture home on Long Island. I 've had my mass contact social services. It could get prison term. They need to check your post, but I can bring certain insistence to the grammatical case. ``

Amy sat back. invigorated tears welled in her center. Her son ? Her Benji ? `` Really ? ``

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

'' Yes. Yes. His father is Rotello. A useless bastard. potable, drugs. liar. But yes, Benji 's father. ``

My people have done some enquiry. He seems to be with a competent family. Well cover. But you are now gainfully employed by one of the more successful men in this city. Penny and I can guarantee for your alteration in position. We have medico report to picture you 're not an junky. Almost certain your son will be returned to you.

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

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

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

'' I was. For a here and now. But you meant no trauma. But really, you do need to learn the difference between suggestion and order of magnitude. I 'll let centime talk over this with you. ``

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

'' Yes, the shoes looks immaculate. You are very ripe at your job. ``

Amy had her unconstipated Midweek afternoon group meeting with Penny. She enjoyed dressing in a line of work earmark outfit and meeting at the office. They worked on cleaning up any holes in Amy 's history, looking for anything that could get up when the went before a jurist. But she had no phonograph recording. Had been successful in shoal when she had a probability. Had now enrolled in online grade towards a degree. She was the perfect representative of a good person who had had everything twist against her for awhile.

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

'' volition Carolus be there with me ? ``

'' No, we 've agreed that it would be better to feature a woman, me, accompany you. We want to avoid even the visual aspect that you 're a keep cleaning lady, to use an old expression. ``

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

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

'' He was very understanding. form even. So strange that a opportunity coincidence should lay down such a difference. ``

'' He 's fond of you. And woman to char, maybe a little more. And I 've seen pic of his married woman. He keeps some in his desk and insists that his closest comrade see them to sympathise him. You do n't really wait like her, but he sees something. ``

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

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

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

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

The DSS meeting was strenuous. Although she was well dressed and fair, to sit there and heed to your aliveness being laid out. All your dirty wash. Your failure as a mother to provide. Your failure to match with a utile man. Your failure to follow canonic sexual precautions. Her representative, an attorney assigned by Charles pointed out that her hell were simply the mistakes of a seventeen class old girl, who then did n't have the accompaniment system to serve her. Rather than abandoning her child she had tried, and admittedly failed, to provide. Now a fortunate chain of events has put her in military position to be the loving mother she 's always wanted to be. The officer asked what assurance there was that after having her child returned Amy would n't find herself without employment and again on the street.

penny spoke up. `` If I may. We are prepared to volunteer Amy Henderson a five year contract to guarantee persist in employment. Furthermore, on completion of her college point there is a standing whirl for engagement at our corporal business office. Even if she were to leave for some rationality she would be able to support her son. ``

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

Amy began to answer and was prepared to demo how offended she was when centime put a deal on her arm and again took over.

'' I understand your question. Let me state, on my honorable name, that even when living on the street, being offered $ 50 for a meal, she stated in no uncertain terms that she would not sell herself. There is no quid pro quo pro quo. C. Charles Fenwick makes these offers with no outlook of any favors, sexual or otherwise. Amy Henderson is free to permit her heart to decide what she does with her future. ``

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

The DSS officers retired to another room to discuss the case. When they returned they informed Amy that they were satisfied and would urge coming back of Benjamin Henderson to his mother. Amy broke down in rip and expressed her gratitude. There were still more steps, but Penny had told Amy that this was actually very a lot a unforesightful cut. No doubt from Charles'influence.

Over the next few hebdomad Amy fretted, concerned that something could go wrong. But other things had changed. She noticed, without anything being said, that Jacques Charles had n't had any fair sex over. Apparently Bailey was in his past. She lay in her bed. Wondering. Wondering if she was making a fool of herself. Wondering if she had the necessary experience. Wondering what it would be like. She assured herself that she was n't selling herself. She was n't giving her consistency to get her son back. She was n't reneging on self promise to regain her self deference. But she 'd been prosperous. A twist of fate and in a virtual instant her fortunes had changed. She got up from her bed wearing away just a light gown. Hesitantly she walked down the hall, paused and with a inscrutable breathing spell knocked lightly.

'' Yes ? ``

'' May I come in ? ``

'' Yes, come in. '' Amy opened the door. Charles the Bald was reclining in his bed indication. He put the book aside. `` What is it ? ``

'' Charles.. '', she looked down. The here and now of the true, `` will you deliver me ? '' Charles smiled. Not a smile of victory, but of happiness.

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

'' And no other char ? ``

'' We 'll exchange the other room into a play room. Games, a syndicate table, whatever Benji likes. ``

'' And Benji ? ``

'' He 'll have your current way. And the hunky-dory education. All the opportunity that were taken from you. ``

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

'' be intimate me. I have n't been loved in ten years. You 've cracked the shell. Release me. '' Amy slid the strap off of her shoulders. She let the robe slip from her. She stood nude person in social movement of a man for the first sentence in twelvemonth. In many ways the first really man. Charles IX looked at Amy. Still mostly skin and castanets. She 'd added a few pounds but needed more than to fit her underframe. He 'd had enough of the voluptuous girls in it for the fun and money. He could cause nearly any type girlfriend her want. But he wanted to be with the skinny young woman who had endured so often. The one with the deep blue eyes that melted his hard exterior.

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

'' You 're the get-go womanhood to plowshare this bed with me. We can just kip tonight if that works for you. ``

'' I 'd like that Charles the Great. ``

'' You can call me Chadic language now. '' Amy propped herself on her cubitus and looked at him. Graying at the temples, worry lines, that two mean solar day needing a shave look.

'' I like Charles Stuart better, if that 's ok. ''

'' It 's perfect. Only my very respectable acquaintance know enough to call me Charles. ``

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

'' The best. '' Amy kissed him on the oral cavity. More than a batch, but not exactly passionate. She appreciated the offering to actually sleep together first.

'' Charles ? ``

'' Yes ? ``

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

The following morning she woke and took a here and now to remember. She had slept, just slept, with Charles. There was still metre. She had a few more minutes to think. He was asking her to plowshare his life. And such a life. And she could grant that all to Benji. Charles VII wanted love. Now that the threshold had opened it seemed he needed love more than the endless sex he 'd been having. Could she love him ? She thought so. He was kind to her. But was she and her son a cheap replacement for his family ? They could never replace his wife and son. He 'd always reckon in her eyes and see someone else. It could be worse. And she would be able to make it up to Benji for his first 6 class. She let her hired hand slide down across his abdomen, through the curly hairs, then she found his penis. The `` huge turncock '' Bailey had bragged about. It was already intemperate. She felt it 's duration. It was big. It had been so long for her. He stirred. Opened his eyes.

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

'' Carolus, make lovemaking to me please ? ``

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

'' Ssh. I 'd care your most loving, caring, careful, retard effort. It 's been for a while. I 'm not on birth control condition. ``

'' I 've had myself taken care of in that way. I wo n't make any more children. ``

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

'' easiness your way back. Go behind. You 'll stretch. '' Amy sat back. A long slow quiet, `` ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo '' Then 'mmmmmmmmmmm'as Charles'member began to slip into her. Going slowly, carefully she worked him up inside her, stopping to get used to him. Charles VII could find her, so tight, stretch to accommodate his cinch. Damn she was close. But he allowed her to decide how a good deal and how soon. All he wanted to do was look into her center. This was n't like making love to Beth. Nothing ever would. But the pleasant storage flooded him. rather than making him sad, or regretful, he appreciated what this woman was giving him. If Amy could love him, he would give her everything. Not her body, which was fine enough, but her spunk. And coincidentally she was bringing along a young son. He would lavish experiences and anything kids want these day on her boy. He could n't, did n't want to be his Dad. But he 'd be his best friend and support Amy raising him.

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

'' OK, now rock easy on me. Do whatever feels soundly to you. Just look at me. '' Amy put her hands on his chest, rolling her coxa let Charles slither in and out of her. He felt so big. But then anyone might. Amy locked eyes with Charles and slowly rode him. She felt so replete. She felt treasured. Tears welled in his eyes. He pulled Amy down to him, held her head against his pectus. By the meter his lump tightened and he released himself into her he had tears on his buttock. She looked at him, she 'd felt his penis thicken and pounding as he ejaculated. Amy kissed the crying from his look. Then joined him in their first passionate kiss. They 'd shared a limited moment. There was a connection. This could work.

Amy moved into Charles'room. They spent free prison term redesigning the other two room. Amy insisted that they re-frame his family line picture and go along it on his nightstand. They made love frequently. And when finally the judge had decided in her favor they awaited the day when Benji would be brought to her.

They arrived at the DSS berth promptly at 9. Amy paced nervously. Charles stayed in the background as cent assured her everything would be alright. The case military officer asked them to come into the room. There was a fellowship waiting. A middle maturate couple, a untried man, two fry. One of them a 6 year old boy.

Amy looked across the room. `` Benji ? It 's mama. I 've come back for you. '' The fair sex bent down.

'' I told you Benji. Your mother would issue forth back. You can go to her. '' The boy tentatively crossed the room. Amy held out her arms. He looked at her, big eyes questioning.

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

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

'' No concern. He 's a delicious boy. Bless you both. ``

'' Mama, do we possess a home now ? ``

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

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

'' I know who you are. Just accept maintenance of them. ``

Mrs smoother interjected, `` Well maybe one thing. ``

'' carol, no. ``

'' He said.. ''

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

Carol sander decided to go ahead. `` My oldest, Timothy, he 's over there. He 's our sole instinctive child, we 've fostered several others over the years ; he 's graduated from college. And, well, the thriftiness and all, he ca n't find a job. Anything would assist build a resume. '' Charles pointed at Penny.

'' Penny drive down the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's information. Tell him where to cover to HR on Mon. We have a new employee. ``

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

C. Charles Fenwick was really smiling .