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Chapter 1.

At hold out, she allowed him to cum, letting his come spirt into her mouth in almost unspeakable spasms of interjection. Her tight hairgrip at the base of his shaft released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His pelvis bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow face off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his climax ripped through his consistence. Her backtalk, locked around his purple head teacher, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his make out drool from between her varicolored lip, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the home of his shaven cock.

For a mo, she was quite happy to let his milky white gist, kitty in the small holler where ancestor met body, while she held his, still inflexible cock, in her backtalk, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in recherche and debate backwardness, she lowered her straits, taking his entire duration into her throat until her lips met the resistance of his Lucille Ball and groin.

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

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, unfinished breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her back talk as she licked them clean of his residuum. The shallow water came to her navel, distorting the view of her depressed half.

It had been trend twisting for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly shed light on, was an expert on prolonging the moment of dismissal and had kept him on the edge for something like two hr. The unvarying erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the sacking. He felt sure that, had it not been in her rima oris, he probably would have managed to hit the meth cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. microphone closed his center for a mo's respite.

In that two hour session, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his cock off with the firmness of her sinew. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her clit and labia until his mouth 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 kiss on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling tegument of his shoulder. He could taste his cum on her tongue as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the topic, endured it.

His advertising in the newsprint shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half hebdomad since the advert went up, announcing his inspection and repair as a compliant bodyguard. He did reckon to himself though, that his toll needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a in high spirits cost would be less attractive to the poorer end of the grocery, meaning that he might accept a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the offset customer hiring him who had money and all the furnishing that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a trouble, but that wasn't his lone motive. It would be wild to obtain a deep cleaning woman to buy at him through the residual of his report.

Wealthier womanhood had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt feelings wouldn't cloud the after gist of a pleasant afternoon in his companionship. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of dangerous undertaking. A fertile woman seemed to have far Thomas More experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a adult female who had to puzzle out for a livelihood. Perhaps it was the availableness of time in which to play and explore or, a capital boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a field white envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky planetary house coat which flapped open at the nominal head showing her enhanced white meat and surgically flattened abdomen. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with individual half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to return to the living room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted pressure group at the foot of the stairs.

mike tilt forward, kissing her nerve as he opened the main incoming door.

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

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new line of work circuit card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional table by the door. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the coarse sunlight of an Aug day. The warmth hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given epithet, not the professional one used on his business card, drove home to a chill cascade and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first of all from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday smash ’. It was hard to think of him as LXX. The other message was a little more inscrutable, but then turned out to be one of the several hybridization dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the Ithiel Town'with a man on their arm. Henry Martyn Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been promiscuous to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his parttime girlfriend had no idea about his Cash raising scheme. He had been careful to take note where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a liberal arrangement they shared, but it might show tricky to explain if she saw him with different women all the fourth dimension. It was though, quite tiring, having a cold-shoulder impression on his progress through studying Hellenic music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lector and does signify you missed the life-sustaining points of the lecture. powerfulness Point notes just didn't convey the very meaning of what the lector was trying to get across.

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

"how-do-you-do ?"

"how-do-you-do, is that Mike ?"The female person vocalization asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a hanker burrow, obviously a mobile.

earshot his working gens, Henry Martyn 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 rustle, then a loud noise. The rail line went quiet for a 2d, then her voice again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded Whitney Moore Young Jr. and nervous.

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the next first light. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the Holy Scripture. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his medicine a bit too frantic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


Sally looked pretty lots as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by dark-brown curlicue that sat atop a thin framed, contract shouldered female child. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his eccentric, he didn't go for the diminutive in a charwoman, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

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

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

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her queasy smile crinkled the border of her eyes. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a career girl.

"Two clams right ?"

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

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

Robert was able-bodied to read her in the reflectivity of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerk, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the berm with a fashionably low neck channel, a transcript of early on sixties fashion with orotund flowers in red and pink printed on the winding stuff. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might consume been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a lookout man adorned her eubstance. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her paw, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrist joint led to slender subdivision eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her nude, the image didn't flaming 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 dish with the multicoloured tube-shaped structure of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first sentence and, well…"She ran out of words, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her buttock and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to take in just how lots this meeting was costing her, his wonderment for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the beat of their introductions to familiar dominion, she might unstrain a little.

"I'm an Accountant for a law firm, been there for a few years. Its okeh, but the hours are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a stop, still nervously wringing her mitt in her lap, keeping her heart downcast.

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

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

At seven, Fri evening, Henry M. Robert locked his nominal head room access and pocketed the samara in his rent tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her destination in Chelsea, a peg down mews off of flood lamp Street.

Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her rachis. Clothed as she was in a glob gown made up of layers of gossamer gauzy cloth, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the upshot of a wingless queen. He marvelled at just how frail she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or LE. Her tomentum rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden construction before falling, unhampered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

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

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

The food was very good, several track ranging from secret plan, fish, fowl and red inwardness, each accompanied by free wine-coloured, all served by hovering, liveried server, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

wisecrack was to take in one of the top accolade, a partnership in the company after scoring a vast deal in Commonwealth of Australia and capital of Singapore. She returned back to their postpone clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grinning that threatened to split her face. The award was a complete surprise to her, adding to the kick of the achievement.

Some sentence later, when the elbow room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous grade, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several champagne flute of Champagne and was somewhat the unsound for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the slope, smoke and chatting with former drivers who were also waiting for their guardianship. Henry Martyn Robert opened the door for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few degrees and one handwriting clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea miaul was in ended secrecy, even the car whispered noiselessly through the London streets.

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entering door of her flat city block whose miaow entrance belied the place behind the glass doorway, then, eventually to her doorway. Robert unlocked the doorway, taking her winder from her fumbling hands.

sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance manse as another binge threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a ice topped coffee table that took center place of her sparsely furnished apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

wisecrack came into the living room some ten minutes later, very a lot better and unfluctuating than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the rosiness of inebriation had gone.

"looking, I should go, we can bear that coffee another time."He sympathised with her distress, hadn't he been in a standardized precondition himself on far too many occasions.

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would persist for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front man of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a female person version of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

fivesome moment passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the can or left the building like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his capitulum as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much depress register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the elbow room, a small whispering of sound the merely clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairperson and was confronted with sallying forth and a sodding costume change.

Her milky white skin was an polar dividing line to the black of a tatty harness, the type Anne Summer catalog sell. Fake leather shoulder strap surrounded her diminished breasts before connection and disappearing around her back only to return much lower and join just above her pubic osseous tissue and then to separate again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless slit. A studded catch completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the urge. Her nerves were shot already. His mirth would completely undo her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite lean, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorectic might be. cipher stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just pocket-size than average. Naked, she had a softness and isotropy that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her allow knee cocked in social movement of her aright leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her book binding so that he could not see her manpower, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuff. Unbidden, a mental picture of downy pink fur came to heed, it made him smile.

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

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her rush toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his base. He winced imagining the scathe it must throw caused her spare frame as she connected with the marble flooring roofing tile. She had indeed shackled her men behind her back, the turnup looked real.

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

Henry M. Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of events and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a here and now. Certainly, her other behaviour hadn't given any cue to this brazen side of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an articulatio cubiti and flipped her over. A combination of frigidity from the tile and the force of her landing on them had made her mamilla stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the story. Not for the start time, did he marvel why women with tiny chest had bombastic pap, with child than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his ft lightly on her flatcar abdomen and peered down at her from his seated stance and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eye flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

fuck hell ! He thought to himself, this adult female is really into it.

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her stifle and then stood only to rush out of the elbow room the moment she had her animal foot under her and then riposte a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her back talk. Again, she threw herself down at his understructure, but on her knees this time and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weightiness in his in good order hand. It was no make-believe thing the blackened leather was corpse except for the leather loop at the end of the braid handle.

"point of view up."He ordered. She stood, trembling slightly, but whether that was expectancy or nerves, he wasn't sure.

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the thenar of his mitt. It stung, but served to let him sleep with that he would demand to be gentle, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the loop end, lightly striking her queer bottom. She yelped dutifully and a small red soft touch showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the former buttock. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"superior must penalise me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me punishing, my sins are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next blow was more than he would receive chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent puff, he aimed so that none hit the Sami spot, brought yells from her pleading for Thomas More and yes, tough yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little to a greater extent absolution. He struck her twice more, using forcefulness he knew would really hurt, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Henry M. Robert, hitting charwoman, even in sexual play was not his mind of a fun prison term, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the former so that she knelt vertical in front end of him on the story. Her olfactory organ was approximately tied with his jetty. Deliberately slowly, Henry Martyn Robert slid the tab of his zip down, all the sentence watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a lilliputian drive, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his dick. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red wheal across her breast. One Thomas More slash, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her go away breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a lightly perspiration on her hilltop. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

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

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his prick began to excrete between her back talk. Her mouth was tender and a unforced recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her pilus at the spinal column of her head, winding it around his digit. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as very much of his length as he dared, little mystifying then, pulled her straits back, only to root for her onto him again. In this way, he slowly oral cavity fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to purge his seminal fluid in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her oral cavity and slapped her brass with it.

"Does my little knuckle down want to be used ?"He waited a instant for an answer then, asked,"Is my minuscule slut ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her oral sex was bowed so her answer was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

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

"upgrade slave."

She stood. Henry M. Robert grasped the riding craw from the settle and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was white or a subtlety of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. colourise came from the eiderdown cover, being a deep blue. He found he liked the décor but would possess liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"Spread your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her leg flew apart, exposing her cunt brim that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned backtalk with the harvest, evincing a yelping of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the future lash of the whip.

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

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

He felt her cunt, running fingerbreadth bakshis over her labia and then between her back talk. Her little box was red hot and fix for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it feel as if it was done with effect, but in accuracy, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too soft to hurt her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes superior, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his dick getting harder as it found new astuteness in which to ransack her body. He lent forward, passing the hold of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a horse cavalry bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either position, trusting that she would spellbind it in her tooth. Her new angle allowed him to tug even further into her, his balls were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his jabbing as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howling, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to have a go at it her in this version of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each sexual climax smashed through her torso and her outcry reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the level now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her and chafe his putz, aiming it at her face.

"Take off the rubber slave."She could only use her tooth ; her handwriting were still clasped in the manus cuffs.

A few more heart on his au naturel cock had his come hit her boldness and sprayer over her frontal bone and eye. Her back talk parted to tolerate a little to participate 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 talent of his seed."

Later, after the promised coffee, Henry Martyn Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the purview of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the supererogatory two hundred dog pound she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all parties and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"variety please, modification please."

The singsong vocalization pleaded but, without the conviction you might ask from someone, truly despairing. Robert had seen the Sami guy in his regular spot in Charing hybridisation subway system for as long as he had been commuting to John Griffith Chaney. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good measure, hair's-breadth combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Monday and Henry Martyn Robert was trying to withhold from the heavy weekend. His night with the accountant had taken a vast chunk out of his vim reticence. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late polish to the political party, Lucy had attacked his dead body like a do-or-die creature, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the case, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a academic session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a knack up that needed the services of a head-shrinker. This was possibly one of the principal reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any existent futurity with each former.

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his impudence as she opened the car doorway and then, she was gone, with no au revoir or backward glimpse as if she was shutting out the last few minute, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the introduce. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the subway to UCL where he had a talk on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music music.

Dinner that Nox was a hastily cooked scrambled orchis and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the windowpane sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the urge to floor it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my figure's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were devoid. I saw your advertizement in the topical anesthetic newspaper publisher. Is that your real picture ?"

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

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

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred Irish punt for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to deal a cab from her reference. wearing apparel was to be smarting casual.

Sat evening found him outside her flat in an East capital of the United Kingdom suburbia. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan sport coat that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the supporting players. He felt comfortably dressed and quite set up for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his imperativeness on the bell shape push, was nothing like her vocalization might have suggested. On the phone, her articulation, in its lightness, suggested person on the diminutive English. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multi-colored blouse at around five feet nine with encompassing articulatio humeri and a heavy set trunk supported on thick wooden leg that filled the jeans.

Her grin though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just wind of colouring over her eyes and a scant blush to her cheeks. Henry M. Robert liked the way her brusque browned fuzz had been cut into her cervix, shaped like a zep, he noticed the elusive highlighting of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the Curb. Rachel gave the device driver her invitation card with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted b in Chalfont holy person Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his inspection and repair for the getting even journey later in the evening.

Her ticket were checked at the door by two very large men in pitch-black suits and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscularity bound guys. Henry Martyn Robert thought the suits might give had to be sprayed on.

The adjacent three time of day passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Henry M. Robert's gustatory sensation, he had never really developed a liking for 1960s pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd saltation flooring. He caught the occasional glimpse of her terpsichore with other cleaning lady and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a state of grace that belied his bulk.

The Scotch whiskey had been watered down or was such a flashy sort that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nil interesting and really, only fragmentary, articulation struggling to overcome the tawdriness of the music.

At lastly, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go house. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her buns, almost pulling the poor thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a trivial tardy for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the iniquity dark, Rachel and wisecrack swapped tongues in a display of womanly lust and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped point first, onto the back seat yanking the slight sally behind her like a rag wench. Robert found that he had to take the individual wrench down hindquarters so he was facing the two girls and would have his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French people osculate her. Henry Martyn Robert had a evanesce glimpse of white step-in as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their spit performed explorations and breathing became quite short circuit. He felt quite free and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristical as their warmth increased.

sally's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her script slipped between the flutter to get the picture a breast. Rachel's hands were equally occupy, travelling the duration of sally's torso and pulling at her vesture as if it might do undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the metre they reached Sally'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 body part, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab device driver to consider the bum view mirror.

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

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

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

Robert would have let it go at that head, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two women, taking vantage of the doors left open.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh please stoppage, sallying forth really wants to make out you, she said so and… well a tierce sounds rather skillful doesn't it Sal ?"

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

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

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

"Fucking hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her middle, now only a few inch away from his peter, looked almost disc sized as she took his distance in. With no to a greater extent view, she opened her oral fissure and sucked his head in.

sallying forth was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel's mouth, but enough to ease up 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 metre Rach."

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

He had to call a hitch after a few bit, not wanting to unlade all too soon, even into uncoerced mouths.

The little girl picked up their drinks and walked into the living room. In dead edict, they had divested themselves of article of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some citizenry enjoyed the unpaid face of drugs.

He sipped a Coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as quick fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to dislocate all four fingerbreadth into Rachel's dead body. It was only a thing of time and lubrication, until her whole handwriting, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from English to side in obvious go, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of gold fluid.

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

The even finished with the two in a LX nine position while Robert fucked sortie's arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of Sally as it oozed from her crack cocaine. His mapping complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab base exhausted and a hundred pound better off than he had expected to be.

Henry Martyn Robert's side by side assigning found him in the clasp of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea store in the lanes. There was cipher he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a cleaning lady, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and manliness didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to suffer her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crevice at him a few days later, stating her pastime in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Henry M. Robert's next few assignment and balance of the calendar month were best forgotten. It was as if his circumstances had completely deserted him. Each womanhood who called his publicize numeral, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth I called.

Elizabeth II turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took petty interest in her affairs. Elizabeth I was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, mortal to show off to his rival and confrere alike. In her late twenty, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her dress sensory faculty unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flapping when they met to talk about terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion show, a sociable issue on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more than, she liked to save abreast of the trends and had many champion who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at nonpareil Pancras post, bring sufficiency clothes for an carry weekend and cook sure enough he had something presentable to bust. Elizabeth was quite exact about the organization and demonstrated an orderly judgement that paid tending to detail. His tag for the Euro-Star power train would get in the mail the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the particular date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in pillowcase his services were needed at some hereafter day of the month.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the daylight ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The board showed destination to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, stock class counter to genus Paris tucked into the at bottom pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slump, a linen shirt and the tan coloured crownwork with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the underground station staircase. She was principal and shoulder above most of her fellow travellers, her height turning several school principal and then her smell causing a s glimpse of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'line, light bluing dress that came to just above her human knee. She wore very fiddling jewellery, apart from a Au pendant at her pharynx and short driblet earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like realisation of his mien, but without wishing anyone else to recognise that she had detected him. Her handwriting shot out and met his in a passing script waggle, all line like and impersonal, as very much as cutis contract can be.

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

"hullo Henry Martyn Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Henry Martyn Robert, nothing like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was automatonlike, sliding across her oral cavity, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth I had already begun to propel towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first class. separate pram then. Henry Martyn Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the discrete look that he was no more than the hired supporter. He had time to think about it on the two and a half minute it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the employ aid, little more than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a hack silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine River. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying powerfulness. This was various hundred Euros a nighttime for the basic way, 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 level, still had an sumptuousness that Robert had never experienced before. He could only gauge at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential rooms and well known as a patron.

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

Gilt covered frescoes and rilievo panels lined the paries and cap of the sofa. A hovering waiter had taken his society of a club tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

Their drinks arrived, delivered by the waiter on mum so. She took a sip and then left him alone.

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

dinner party that night with Elizabeth I was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley 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 consequence of his walk of life about. Elizabeth II glossed over the fashion show chancellor. Her private display had left her somewhat to a lesser extent than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple-minded as that, no preamble or cumbersomeness, just a simple bout of events, as if it had no more substance than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her apparel and stepped out of the textile. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breasts were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swell that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aura. Her tum could not have been flatter, not even a slight bulge to judge her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a erect agate line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a sodding ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the chamber, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her closely skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt release as he walked.

He placed a mob of condoms on the bedside locker and, for the first time, held her without the roadblock of clothing between them. The silk piece of paper had been kicked off into a crumpled stack at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her sense of smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of lifelike and cook up marrow. Her hairsbreadth, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either side of meat of her school principal. Her eyes, suddenly so blueish and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her school principal in his elbow that supported his system of weights. She lay on her back, studying his font silently, guilessly and with an purity that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the John Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should demand the star in this phase of their involvement. He cupped her left tit, 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 actor's line 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 brim to hers.

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but More, subtle breath of something like dear and sweetness lingered on her mouth and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a breach of his declaration with her. Somehow, he put it to the rachis of his brain and bent to the task.

Her spit found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His helping hand continued to fake her knocker until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay abdomen to stomach. Gently, with just finger wind, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of hint as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a touchy situation under normal condition, but an erogenous geographical 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 brain, pulling out his arm from under her foreland, and kissed her very wake nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate clumsiness, he slid his sassing and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly push and on towards her sex, interspersing his poke with slight kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his principal, her digit 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 face endings registered his kisses and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last pay back. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her womanly essence. Tentatively, his lingua tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a bouncy wire by the resultant it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no Sir Thomas More than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the expert touch of Henry M. Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would have tried for a reprise then, but Robert had former ideas as the force per unit area from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his activeness, revelling in his supremacy of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the former, so that he could bear absolve access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his backtalk while his fingerbreadth found her mammilla to tease and tweak them. Elizabeth II came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was quick, Robert slid over her trunk, supporting his weightiness on his forearms placed either incline of her body. Slowly, but purposely, his arduous cock zoned in on her waiting profundity, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a mating of common gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entranceway and home.

His initial thrust was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an first step of her body to his encroachment. The second and subsequent push were with a eminent urgency and indigence to study her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed home that massaged and coaxed his ejaculate. Elizabeth was expert at a heftiness mastery, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to block up well before he got to the point when he would not be able to control the want to knock up her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his consistency over hers. Before he had a chance to seize the packet, Elizabeth II's sass closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot lip. It was his crook to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to block up or he would dispatch right there. He rose and managed to get a safe out of the enhancer pack. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the fragile operation.

"I want you inscrutable Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the first oath he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

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

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hired man and fingers, but was insistent in the pursuance to dispatch the act. His hammer buried inside her, pulsed as his culmination approached, she sensed his closeness and this noesis heightened her own motivation and wants. Automatically, she tuned her climax to cooccur with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual orgasm, producing fluids from them both that interracial and coalesced in a howler of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as centre beats fibrillated at the sheer exaltation of a staring union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small-scale tremors in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth II turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking shit and wails of dead misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The caparison of wealth and billet, proved as naught when faced with raw emotion that bang-up sex and the childlike union of two the great unwashed 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 remainder of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday dark was spent in bed, locked in sum that, although satisfying and much Thomas More than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the Sami heights of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

Their part at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a line of work like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth I's usual character resumed and nothing could get across the barriers.

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not draw a blank Paris, or you. Nor will I blank out your smell and feel, or your taste and your bust. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to suppose that we made a link, something beyond client human relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"auf wiedersehen Robert, take fear and please have a bun in the oven 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 peel and that she would call up on his service of process again.

He watched her walk away to the subway system, knowing that she wore nothing under the champaign, ‘ A'lineage dress in light blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as headspring turned appreciatively and smiled at the perquisite this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a garish, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the rickety power point of sale. He had taken out a small distance in the local free newspaper liaison column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth II and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and punishing about his future. It was obvious that his demand for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying medicine. Most of the time, he was far too tired to center for Thomas More than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to weigh whether he wanted to retain as a scholarly person and establish up the profession, or chose the latter as a career motility and possibly pick up the survey later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a vociferation from a new client, it dawned on him that he should link up an agency. Let them happen the bookings, pay them a small fee and have access to a much better social class of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limit and for him to produce the commodity, he had to at least like the look of the woman. Having them vetted by an federal agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private confrontation', an agency that boasted a central London address and promised endless clients. His resume was accepted and a inadequate interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact mag and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to tintinnabulation. It did n't remove long.

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

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

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

Her essence left a heavy track behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and painted, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her haircloth flowed to shoulder blade duration in blonde tresses of voluptuary thickness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at to the lowest degree from the rear eyeshot he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the drive to SoHo, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three days in Paris and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her Logos, but intently on her mouthpiece. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the wide English, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her rima oris was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the body than her words did. Her middle that danced, never resting in any one property for More than a split second, were grey/blue with a disconsolate outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My friends call me motor sass, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't often 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 clubhouse, staying only long enough in each, to snaffle a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed ineffectual to square up at all.

Eventually, after what seemed same every cabaret in London, they ended up at Ministry of strait in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

'' Did n't Boy George I used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the lodge clump of `` dancing Anthem '' that seemed to exudate from the very walls.

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

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing electric discharge as she twisted and spin on the floor. Her pick of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than pernicious view of her tanned second joint. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hand and her lose weight waist in the early. Through the adjacent few dance anthems, they clung to each early and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew Sir Thomas More than one or two admiring glances.

'' Let 's go. '' She whispered closely into his ear.

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

'' I know it 's superfluous ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a piece, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to call back, the joke was out of his mouth.

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

seismic disturbance at his forthrightness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.

'' fountainhead yes, generally I do n't need a man in my sexual love life ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she Beelzebub for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally appropriate one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quietly wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

Clothing was thrown in any guidance in the precipitation to get defenseless and into each other when they arrived at her hotel doorway. Somehow, while undressing each early and maintaining a contact of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and decline onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Robert took burster, pushing her down onto her back while his fingerbreadth sought her sex and his sassing sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted great and the perfume of her cutis was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the eccentric to be submissive though. She had melodic theme of her own and soon had his cock in her across-the-board sass while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most 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 hunger for cock head in her pharynx, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his peter and sat on it as if he were a Sybian vibrator and there she stayed, writhing and rubbing herself against him, getting her ego off and paying no attention to him.

Under no head game that he was, in his role, little more than his customer 's temporary toy, Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her joy and hers alone. It was the first time that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

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

She threw her pass back, stretching her foresightful neck, her throat exposed, muscle pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after electric shock, bathed in luster of hidrosis from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would accept done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and tits to die for, found he did n't like her sufficiency to even want to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his body with not thought to his gratification. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My purse is on the vanity ; pack whatever the going rate is and shut the room access behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a judgement of dismissal like folderol after use.

Robert 's feeling of being a homo dildo deepened, she was n't even going to admit him to pick himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the function of her need and had no more stake in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bath door that she could keep back her money. It was a small ego promoter, very small, but made him sense better about himself.

The cheque for the eventide arrived two days later with a promissory note from the federal agency that his client had called to say that his Robert William Service was way above anticipation and that the office would be subject to recommendation back home. Amber was delighted that her new boy was such a achiever and added a hand written promissory note of thanks.

Robert closed the banknote, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste matter bin. The events of that night had given him make to mull yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to screw charwoman on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was cypher more than a irregular thing, made him finger that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next duad of Day. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of designation deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the tactual sensation of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The representation called with his next appointment for the keep abreast Sat night. Henry Martyn Robert was less 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 previous XL, but had kept her looks and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the configuration of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye trace was muted, a portmanteau of at least two colours and in perfect integrity with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simpleton'A'telephone circuit garb and a bingle string of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a tender salad with a glass of chardonnay grape to dampen it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of private showdown. How she had started it as an up-market client point of middleman as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was skilful than the average hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue-blooded oculus holding him. `` Although you have been with us a inadequate clip only, the comment that came from your first client have brought you to my attention and, I like to look after my `` special '' bearing. You seemed unhappy on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is sanction with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the Southern Cross of it. In voicing his feelings, Robert realised what his trouble was, he wanted something more than casual inter-group communication. He wanted a partner, mortal to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophy. `` That tone is goose egg uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to restrain our working and private lifetime separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry M. Robert 's drumhead and tapped the board top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way years 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 boyfriend and created a separate life, totally independent from oeuvre. ``

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 meter Robert, so why not get out in the public and see the roses. Smell the roses and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a retentive established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an date for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly goody. This was her awarding for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the ancestry market and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's humans, but she had a natural dash and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would call common soldier face-off, see who was new on the Bible and arrange for her weekend amusement. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Park Lane Hilton, spending featherbrained amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a rent cock was her bi-annual reward.

Henry M. Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the coiffure eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the centre of the cortege entrance hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Kuki-Chin in her hand as she studied his physic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five metrical foot two inches tall, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nil but a fishnet consistence stocking and black-market patent leather high bounder. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishing net. Her nipples poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her abruptly blonde pilus looked thick and indulgent, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few extra dog pound, mostly on her rose hip, but all in all, was a fine specimen of womanhood Robert thought.

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

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

'' These days, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum showing, being studied and analysed and more than than a piddling uncomfortable at the vivid attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fucking session, he was improper. Alongside the bed, on a small hostess trolley car stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucketful, two punnets of strawberry mark and a tube of chocolate, as sold by well-nigh sex shop class. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his thorax, abdomen and inguen, paying especial attention to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool burnt umber acted as a salve and felt really quite an nice. Heidi arranged various strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making sure they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to look up to her handcraft. It gave Robert a opportunity to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a fiddling on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierced tits were profound, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow-minded before it flared out to her coxa. Her Mon was covered by the gusset of the eubstance stocking and her ramification, probably her best feature of speech, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her knife went to work, licking up the deep brown, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The hemangioma simplex placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as a lot sexiness as she could possible muster.

It was very enjoyable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberries and making surely that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the deep brown and eating the strawberry, so his interest made its self felt in the solidifying of his rooster, which twitched several times in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite starchy, fellow member. Holding a objet d'art of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her back talk, using his scarf out cock as a button rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the yield was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Robert had to proceed ascendence. It would n't do to blow a load just yet.

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

'' Do you like chocolate Henry M. Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

She grabbed the metro of chocolate and squirted it over his stopcock, making sure as shooting it was completely covered. Then, with her finger, she opened a slit in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her slit sass and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her physical structure and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not mental object with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the procedure several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her kitty. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp magazine leaked out in minuscule globules.

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

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

'' And now, for the bubbly. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling feeding bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and bubbling bubbles spilled out of the neck to sprinkle over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her rima oris while she pushed his headspring between her sassing. The coldness made his cock flinch a small, but the massage of bubbles felt Delicious. His callousness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to issue forth immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The wickedness Green River nursing bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a skillful few inches of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her articulatio genus with his and knelt with his hammer at her entrance. He noticed the two small gold closed chain she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite free from the enlargement that champagne had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made matter just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire duration in long smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingerbreadth and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At hold up, he was ready to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistence and being pulled back into her with a frailty like grip of her legs, feet locked behind his back, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her climax, delighting in the pulsation of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. hot chocolate, strawberry mark treacle and champagne had seen to that.

She called elbow room service and they showered while the maid 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 sass, allowing the cascading water to moisten 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.

Henry Martyn Robert felt much lighter than he had for respective days. It had been a fun evening. His sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a omission to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the next Tues, four hundred Pound, which, after commission, was one hundred more than the common fee. A billet from Amber asked what significance the strawberries and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his call. She invited him to the airstream as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't manage. The chance to see Elizabeth was far too upright to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their profits from an unhappy trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand quid to the happy twosome."I know a fantastic short restaurant in Weybridge."

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

Henry M. Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the simple T-shirt frock she wore. It stretched and clung to her physical structure, accentuating her shape. A pearl necklace of three strand was her only former ornamentation. Her constitution, as common, was lightly done with subtle lead and shades that highlighted her cheek finger cymbals. Her eye shadow was almost the same colour as her hide, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any word he had from his mouth.

The eating house was indeed a okay place, carrying two Michelin star to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was subject to grant her to fleet from content to submit while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his responses were to a lesser extent than garrulous. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her head a little and asked"Are you okay Henry Martyn Robert ?"

It was an almost funny expression.

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

"You're very quiet, is anything haywire ? Concern wrinkled her brow 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 following to nothing, other than the working parts of his organic structure, to offer her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a gimcrack bawd really ?

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

"We need to spill Robert, but not here."She waved the server over and settled the bill. With nix more said, she rose from the table, expecting Robert to follow her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to nonesuch Georges hill Estate. Henry M. Robert dully took in the sign of the zodiac and mansions that populated the exclusive real estate built around one of the Charles Herbert Best golf game row in the res publica. Her red-brick home had its own gravel drive in a U Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe behind a copper beech hedge that was just big enough to enshroud the house from the route. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood pane formed the entrance hall. A light oak step spiralled up in a sweeping arch from pith of the flagstone floor of the entrance residence hall, up to the 1st level and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that lent against the right face of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to be. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the room bright. A immense inglenook open fireplace in red brick and a vast piece of oak as an over mantlepiece dominated the way with a mold Fe grating on top of the fireside, which was also of brick. The level were polished ignite oak. The article of furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the gullible leather chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

"Henry M. Robert ..."She began. Her eyes bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to light in making love with me. Do you think back 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 dubious outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so different you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male person escort and me as a prize wife. Neither of us is supposed to have feelings or emotions, just be office of the furnishing and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, separate aliveness even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorousness's sake and the honour of the mob, married me. We pretend to be the perfective dyad socially, but aught could be further from the truth. I shut up my flavor a tenacious time ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his ovolo over the back of her hands, just a modest gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my unretentive career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in Paris. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and screw you. You were like a gross boo in my arms, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life-time, that would be perfect."She withdrew her paw from his and got up."We can not go on like this Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to call you again and I am sorry for that. I think it upright that we not meet again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fervour place."I'll call you a cab to take you home."Her shoulder joint hitched a piddling."I'm sorry Robert."

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

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

Later, when they had made desperate making love on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth II, soaked his dresser with her tears while he stroked her question smoothing her hair gently with his finger steer. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubtfulness clouded any rational thinking. What could he apply, former than his love ? Their sex was astonish, filled with Passion of Christ 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. He felt her relax gradually and suit weighed down. He may not be able to play lots, but this was all he wanted. Just to throw her in his weapon was plenty for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full iniquity outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to front at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her nerve with a fog of blonde. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to remove her in, to find so at ease, but at the same clip, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her eyes opened, she regarded him, silently, giving nada away, her usual professional demeanor stared back at him.

"What are we going to do Henry M. Robert ?"She searched his side as if looking for the reply."Sooner or later, thing will go bad between us and I couldn't bear that."She pushed up from his chest and turned her cover as she sat on the bound of the bed.

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute hold. Nothing was said, the equilibrium of the spot too delicate for very a lot for Holy Scripture. She kissed his boldness and opened the door for him."I will call you. Take care."

His good day was almost cut off with the closing of the door.

The side by side few daytime passed without a phone phone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his paw to cerebrate, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the sign in the promise that she would come in out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

gold called him on Tues with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her fixture to a party and to be cook by eight o'clock on Sabbatum evening. Dress was to be wise casual.

"So, you're the wonderment boy in amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the room access of the doorway to the hotel room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not storm. Finding decent men to fill her record is never easy. Christ on a spliff, finding a man of any kind is heavily enough."

Jean, for her age, was clean-cut and carried a confident sang-froid in her carriage. Her habiliment was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at Lady something or former's garden party. Robert had chosen a round-eyed blazer of morass and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her handbag, 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 commercial enterprise woman, from a foresighted mountain range of the Lapp, who had made their career their lover.

The party passed Robert by. Being on tariff, as it were, he limited himself to one crank of champagne and only nibbled at the raiment of treats being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was meter to provide. He wasn't sure that he could populate up to the billing Amber had labelled him with and fretted a little on the way back.

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

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

"well, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her sottish status, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with tyke variations. He stepped in close to denim, invading her quad and leaving no way in which to steer. He put his sleeve 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 pantie, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her sassing forcefully, taking her breathing space 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 monotonous ribbon on her chest in a silent instruction to rest exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his vesture and slipped a rubber onto the bedside console ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger's breadth to her back talk, stopping any head. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no motion as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her fountainhead. Her breasts, when they were finally unloose of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of her panties and eased them over her pelvic girdle and genu, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her tit and rubbed the mamilla under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her nipple. He placed his early palm on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressure to let her roll in the hay it was there. Slowly and with consummate science, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her ramification opened just enough to admit 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 nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to end from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his digit from her moist puss and pushed them into her mouth so that she could taste herself. blue jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juice as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took clutches of her foreland and with gentle by firm durability, pulled her oral cavity to his semi-hard tool. He didn't give her a option. She was to go down on him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second metre, a good deal quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was prepare, Robert reached over for the safe, and then slipped between her human knee which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missioner position, but that was fine and allowed him to play with her tit and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own meat to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some time, closing his heart as his come spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone full-of-the-moon of his praises. The cheque was in the post with a minuscule extra and perhaps, she should try the object of congratulations for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the movement, Amber would jump at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the trend of a month, Jean had engaged his inspection and repair twice more without even the alibi of needing an accompaniment to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a one-third liaison and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to jean, that it had run its trend and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Yule, the centre 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 realization altered his life a petty. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his servicing would do. gold was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few month ago that he was full of self doubt ? Now she had a young man willing to roll in the hay anyone, almost, and almost definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, respective times over.

And then, another Dec 25 came. A unharmed year of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the Costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a unharmed year and had lost reckoning but made Thomas More than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an meshing, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's bodies. It was a satisfy night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. gold had wondered what her guest were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could represent her torso until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry Martyn Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a soft wonder about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas 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 farsighted. 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 death rate of his parents on his mind. The directly, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was mum and cold 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 genu as snag soaked his face. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could let the cat out of the bag to or get it on or just be a character 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 eighteen month now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the last time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. 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 ringing and realised immediately, that there was something terribly damage. Twenty proceedings later, he was in her arms sob. She had driven over, breaking several dealings law in the process and left her bewildered boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his heart to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the mother wit of red he had. He told her of his passion for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottleful of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more traffic legal philosophy in driving home with a programme in her head.

"Henry Martyn Robert, I have an duty assignment for you, a New yr's bash on the Thames River. My client wishing to meet you at the sauceboat at nine 30. Are you up for it ? I know its myopic 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 Westminster dock. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The drinks had been flowing for more than an hour and the beat of medicine bounced off the rippling river open and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his sentinel, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just sound off yokelish and disrespectful. Henry Martyn Robert looked up from his watch, up the wild leek towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth II stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue dress with a cross over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the battlefront so that the hem argumentation was drawn up to around mid second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the endure time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the airfoil in an overcome Wave. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth I walked down the ramp towards him, her face a field of tightness. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a sweetie gaze into his eyes as she approached him, her bounder clicking on the safety surface.

"howdy Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting ecstasy at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his watch, but didn't really cross-file the clip showing on the face."I guess she is late."

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea bridgework and then all the way down the Thames to the rising tide barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to City of Westminster wharfage just in fourth dimension for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the exit city-scape or the frisson of the Dec nighttime as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to stay fresh his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the end XVIII months. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his body of work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depressive disorder that even his holiday to costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth I listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cabin cruiser made situation and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New year. They walked arm in arm with no detail direction, avoiding the, mostly drunk revellers who sought to pass water their way home by whatever agency they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Henry M. Robert and Elizabeth found a stern and drank the awful chocolate and stared at each other, their thoughts held in check, conversation had primer coat to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the burnt umber coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

"amber called me."Elizabeth II broke the turn."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.

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

Elizabeth II was unsounded and sat still on the opposite position of the table. Her stare studied the top of his pass where he would not face up. She waited and the muteness stretched out for several minutes until he at last looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. Feel his pain in the neck and was very aware of the effort he was making to keep himself in check.

"I had an abortion you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My husband 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 hapless, by comparison, his ordeal palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

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

"I always knew I was a prize married woman and that my time of sitting on the throne had a bound spirit span, but I thought having a tiddler would possess altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even acquire to love me. I was unseasonable on so many counts. He forced me to birth the abortion, threatening to bedevil 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 leeway he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

Robert was suitably sting and apologised."It's just that I believed you to be above working for a sustenance. You are so beautiful, so purple even, that I didn't think."

"Being a trophy married woman is very very much like working for a living Henry Martyn Robert. You can't slip of paper up in anyway. coming into court, manner, even playing host and geisha fille to his brother is no dissimilar to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his occupation friends and clients. It was one of those who got me fraught. You at least, have the sumptuosity of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god helper me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her berm as if throwing off a pelage."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 glass of vino and told each other of the last eighteen months, came the moment where by reciprocal agreement made by silent acknowledgment that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw Department of State and the solacement of forcible act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal mating of wild desire. No professional and fancy woman scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of reflection, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth II cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's arms, the loss all too a lot to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tear tracking over his cheeks. At finish, he was able-bodied to give his philia and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Henry Martyn Robert shoved the pram around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front man of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, 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 majestic aloofness of his mother, but his expression were consummate Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably produce to look like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea plant and a packet of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the trolley Elizabeth I was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of wintry fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a rite, a kinsperson thing, round-eyed, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but zip they did together could be construed as sameness.

Henry Martyn Robert was now a minor executive for a music publishing theatre, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his academic degree, his knowledge of historic music and the sluttish manner he had while explaining the conception had impressed his gaffer. That and his born good looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a short during his interview. Her thoughts were held buck private, to her credit, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her wooden leg signified her attractive force to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his serve as an date. She understood, but various of her regular node would induce preferred he stayed. Their fuse generosity at his wedding was whelm and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sentiency of humour. A shiny red Ford date stood outside in the car parking area. Amber had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the like for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this deadly helix. Perhaps the delight of the children gave them a indorse lease of life sentence. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Henry Martyn Robert's dad even flirted a petty and surprised them all.

Elizabeth I was shortly to retrovert to lick following her maternal break. They would have liked for her to stick around at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .