C. Charles Fenwick was 42 years old, loaded beyond his pauperization, alone in the world. His given name is Chadwick. He cursed his parents for naming him Chadwick Fenwick. What a stupid name. He went by Charles in the byplay world. His conclude familiar called him Chad. They were associate degree ; he really had no one he called a Friend. Charles River had been successful in business sector, he had a knack for it and a drive to come through. He had a beautiful wife and a Whitney Moore Young Jr. son. Then ten years ago he lost them both in an auto chance event. In his sorrow he shut himself off from the world, turning his judgment completely to making money. He did n't care who may be shunted aside, stepped over, inconvenienced. He would bring home the bacon, spectacularly. Oh for certain he had his forcible indigence. Those reappeared after two or three age. But he could never afford himself over to anyone again. He could n't queer his heart to the risk. So he had companions. No one he would call a girlfriend. His current companion was a 26 year old sweetheart. Large house breast, widely hip, dark hair, disconsolate optic. She could give suck his cock like no other and rally him to exhaustion. She was hot and kinky and there for his needs. But he knew she enjoyed his money, while he enjoyed her trunk. She was n't a whore or call girlfriend, just a young woman enjoying some of the finer things in life. And C. Charles Fenwick did enjoy the finer things in life history. Starting with his penthouse apartment. A suite of rooms overlooking the parking area. He employed a chef to prepare meals as needed and a housekeeper to make sure everything was in order.

Tonight he waited for his companion Bailey to arrive. While enjoying a shabu of good wine-coloured he thought about something that had happened on his way home. He often walked home to enjoy good weather and had no trouble ignoring most people on the street, walking past them in his own public. Tonight though, just a duo blockage from his construction he passed a young panhandler. A disheveled woman, wan, tired looking. As usual, he would have walked by, but she caught his eye. He looked again. trench blue eye, somewhere between wannabee and hopeless. He stopped, took out his wallet hoping he might receive a dollar or two. He rarely carried cash, who did these days, but he found a twenty. It seemed a bit much. What was he thinking, he could ignite cigars with a twenty and never notice. He dropped it in her basket.

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

Why was he thinking of her now ? Maybe the novelty of the office. Just another unfortunate. Maybe a druggie ? somebody who lost in this biz of life ? The room access bell. That would be Bailey. He forgot about the beggar as he let her in. She 'd brought a friend. This was promising to be an interesting night.

'' Hey Chad, this is my friend Kenzie. I brought her over to party with us tonight. Hope you do n't heed ? '' brain ? Here was another hot young babe half his age. She had straight blond hair, John Brown oculus, a sloshed little ass and perky mammilla. She also had a chirpy personality and practically bounced into the apartment after her friend.

'' Sure no trouble. Welcome. ``

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

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

'' wine-coloured Lady ? ``

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

They settled on the sofa, one fille on either side of Carolus. Bailey was already running her handwriting over his breast. Kenzie was still looking around, wondering how things would go.

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

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

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

Materially take people were so easy for Prince Charles. Dangle a dinner party, or a gravy boat, or new earrings and their whole outlook changed. It was the Lapplander in business. Now Nathaniel Bailey was properly motivated. She slipped off her shirt, letting him see her plentiful titty in the new red lace bra.

'' seminal fluid on Kenz, appearance Chad what you 've got. '' Kenzie needed no more encouragement. She too removed her shirt and quickly lost her bra. Two upturned B cup tits now awaited Charles'tending. He lifted Kenzie onto his lap and began sucking at one pointed mamilla, and then the other.

'' Why do n't we take this inside ? '' He was definitely getting a piece of this hot new ass tonight. Oh sure he 'd deliver plenty for Bailey too. He was in good shape for his age, but kept a origin of pills to secure he performed like a guy their age. They moved to the king sizing bed down the residence hall. This was an spare room he used for these type encounters. None of his visitors were allowed into his private bedroom.

Charles stripped and positioned himself against a pile of pillows. In plus to business acumen and wealth, he was also blessed with a fairly telling peter. It was a adept 7 inches, a dependable heaviness too. If asked he told women it was over 8 inches. Who 's measure, and it usually excited them. His cock was knockout and standing proudly. Kenzie again said, `` Wow. ``

He almost said the same thing when Kenzie dropped her bloomers and thong. She was obviously a natural blond. Wispy luminousness fuzz collected on her pitcher's mound above her cleanly shaved lips. Bailey was completely denuded, but this was a skillful modification. He knew then what he wanted. He slid down a little on the bed.

'' Bailey, I 've got something here that needs your care. '' Yes it did, and she was just the bastard to engage charge of it.

'' Kenzie, up here, I feel like I need to get better acquainted with that cute pussy of yours. '' bailey got to work on his cock, sucking it into her backtalk and expertly using her clapper to tease his full duration. Kenzie scooted up on the bed and squatted over his look presenting her snatch to him. He pulled her down and prodded at her with his knife. Then licking her puss and sucking at her clitoris to get her going. He savored her wetness, slipped two fingers into her tight cunt and fucked her that way as he licked up and down tasting her, inhaling her sweet piquancy. This was unspoiled. He liked a sweetly young pussy in his fount. He was n't so worry about her getting a lot of pleasure, chad just wanted that fresh newness. Pearl Mae Bailey was busy servicing his peter and in a few minutes he 'd replete her with his cum, but a courteous new pussy to taste before filling it with his stopcock was Charles'mind of a right evening. Nathan Bailey would be back for boats and jewelry and nice dinners, but this might be a single shot at her champion. He knew how young cleaning lady were. If he spent too much time on Kenzie, then no way Bailey brings her around again. Kenzie was now grinding on him. His digit had found a salutary office, she was rocking her hips rubbing her pussy on his typeface, his thin beard would be coated in her juice. Bailey was doing her best on his peter, but Tchad was getting into this blond cunt more that he usually did. For him woman were a firing to be had as needed. He was never abusive or cruel, he just did n't have the fourth dimension for romanticism. Nor the desire. It was a forcible act, pleasurable certainly, but a satisfying of a motivation. Kenzie, began tensing and cumming, he pinched her pointy mammilla and she went off, dripping her female person cum. That was it. He needed this blond pussy, now.

'' motility over Bailey. '' She sat back. She might be a little implicated. Was he disappointed in her, not satisfied ? Charles flipped Kenzie over on to her knees. He positioned his pecker at her pussy and repulse it cryptical. She was n't expecting his length AND cinch and cried out.

'' Sorry. '' He backed off and found the right depth, then held her reduce pelvis and fucked her relentlessly, shaking her, her blond whisker whipping back and forth as he drove his pulsing prick into her. Then reaching his peak he felt his altogether dead body clench, a moment, and release. His hot cum coating her insides. When he 'd emptied himself he sat back. He looked at Bailey.

'' It would be a shame to let that go to waste. You were working for it anyway. '' Maybe that was a little mean. But he did get off on watching two women together and watching Bailey lick his cum from his up-to-the-minute conquest, her Friend, that was too good to pass up. He 'd have to have his office help pick up something nice for her. Bailey, looking a little get down rolled her ally over onto her back and set to licking his cum as it dripped from Kenzie. He was n't sure if Kenzie was into girl on girl but she seemed too spent to contend. Instead she said,

'' Chadic, you 're so big. I 've never felt one like that. '' He smiled at her. He knew she was partly trying to gain party favour, but hey maybe she had n't been with such a well endowed guy before. He was n't worried that he 'd just dumped his cum into her. A couple age ago he 'd had himself fixed. He was n't bringing any more kids into this crappy earthly concern. And he did n't want anyone trying to bribe or blackjack him. They could bear his semen. But no one was getting any sperm. He was absolve to bed who he wanted. He paid a very commodity Doctor of the Church a lot of money for even testing. Such is life.

It did n't appear that Kenzie really got off from Bailey 's endeavor but at least her pussy was clean. And watching them had kept his cock at half mast. He liked it that way. Still longer than nigh guy cable and quick for military action with piddling More endeavour. Bailey had finished with Kenzie and was now laying by him, rubbing her nails on his cock. He was going to have got to fuck her tonight or she 'd pout. He might soon require to strike on from her. At some power point you could n't have them leading you around by your cock, making you want their pussy. There would be tears, there always was, then she 'd be gone. He 'd do without for awhile, but eventually when the demand arose, he 'd see a potential female child and it would go over. But for now, she was still amusing him, and she had hot acquaintance. He 'd give her a good fucking, assure her, then give some peace and quiet when they left.

He was soon stiff. Bailey got on top and rode his hard prick. She could take most of him, so that was Nice. She told him how hot he was and how his Brobdingnagian shaft filled her and excited her. She came twice, then worked him with her puss until he filled her. She settled on him. Letting Kenzie know that he was hers. They left after a belated dinner. He 'd probably station something to Kenzie. He usually did n't the first prison term or so with a new girl. He wanted it plain that he was n't buying them. But she was thoroughly. He liked that blond kitty-cat of hers. Who knows, maybe she 'd become his veritable. Would n't that fuck with Pearl Mae Bailey 's head ?

When they were gone he looked around the apartment. Mrs Williams would grouch about cleaning up after one of his fuck sessions. But what did she expect ? The flat was spacious. A kitchen and dining room, large living room, his private sleeping accommodation, the screwing room and a pocket-size guest room. He did n't often suffer guests, but sometimes weather conditions or effect in the city booked up the effective hotels. He relaxed with a expert malt whiskey, sated. It had been a salutary eve. But something nagged at him.

Clarence Day went by, his evenings a mix of work and events. As with nigh flush men he gave, generously he thought, to charities. It helped to assuage any guilt that could creep in from the wealth he enjoyed. Still he passed by most people on the street without a sentiment. Then one evening walking rest home, on a unlike street, across from where he was, he saw her again. He stopped and looked to be surely. Yes, he was certain. He made his way across and stood by her. Had he been thinking about seeing her again when he had his assistant get alteration for him ? She seemed to be wearing the same soiled clothes. Her hair needed a good washing but otherwise there was no distinguishable odor. She did n't smell like alcohol. He dropped a 50 in her basket.

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

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

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

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

'' No, no, no Danton True Young ma'am. I 'm not soliciting. But, delight, testify me your dentition. '' She made a grimace, exposing intelligent, if slightly grimy teeth. `` No alcohol ? No drugs ? ``

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

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

'' With your benignity, I can. And get a in force repast too. Bless you. '' Charles nodded, then moved on.

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

'' Mrs. Williams, I 'm a bingle man and I will harbour how and whom I choose. If you do n't care to work for me, there are other apartments to scavenge in this city. '' She humphed and grumbled and gathered her supplies. Then she slapped a paper on his table.

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

Good riddance he thought. He 'd detect someone else. Maybe someone better to front at as they moved around the lieu. He was feeling needy again. Maybe metre to promise Nathan Bailey. Or, what was her champion 's figure ? But he called Nathan Bailey. He was in a mood. Mrs. Roger Williams had annoyed him. The vagrant girl nagged at him. Then there was the usual business business concern. He needed an mercantile establishment. Fortunately Bailey was ready and willing to be that release. He supposed he 'd have to subscribe her to the lake. Then maybe act on.

Bailey showed up two hours later. She was dressed, as requested, like a slutty hike. Ready to be used. Jacques Charles grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her to him and kissed her gruelling on the backtalk, using his other hired man to roughly hug her tit. She moaned and looked at him.

'' Energy my secure man need his slut tonight ? Are you going to use me ? Fuck me serious with your big cock. ``

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

Prince Charles was n't often this wired up. They 'd played rough before, and they 'd had sex in a variety of ways, but he had a tactile sensation she might be sore at the end of tonight. Oh well, she liked a bit of rough stuff and nonsense and the thought of a weekend at the lake on his boat, foremost year food and wine-colored, and his big tool, would help nominate up for this evening. He wondered if she had doubt, if this was all worth it. She took her position, at least he was n't tying her up. He got up behind her. whop ! 'Oh diddly'knock ! 'oh piece of ass'Her ass would be red. Charles the Bald looked at the hired hand prints on her right field ass cheek. Maybe she needed one on the left. WHACK ! shucks, her ass was red. He grabbed her ass brass with both hands.

'' OW piece of tail, Chad. ``

'' Shut up '' WHACK ! Now both boldness were even. He held her and fed his cock into her. She took his length but winced each time he slammed into her ass. He fucked her gruelling, and deep, and fast. Then he spit on her asshole. She 'd know what was coming.

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

'' OOOOOOOOHHHH ! '' Whack !

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

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

'' Oooooh fuck. '' He was in, but he had a ways to go. She bent her oral sex and waited for Chadic to satiate her ass. And here it came, in, in, deeper, his work force on her sore ass cheek. More pain in the neck from his mitt than from his invasion. Her ass stretching. Then he was all the way in. A moment, then out, out until only an inch or two remained, then slam. All the way. And now it was on. He fucked her ass, and fucked her ass. Grunting with his exertions. A few light slap on her ass as he took her mysterious. Finally he came into her. He pulled out.

'' Get a laundry cloth. Clean me honest because it 's going back in your lip. '' She cleaned him, then sucked his putz. Then he fucked her, driving her sore ass into the bed with each driving force. When he at terminal came again he was satisfied. He looked over at Nathan Bailey. Young, attractive. Too experienced to be sweet.

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

'' I 'm sorry Bailey. ``

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

'' Maybe a bit too far. Really, clear the weekend of the 15th. We 'll unlax, give birth fun. Sunbathe on the boat. I know some privy smudge. ``

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

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

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

'' Maybe some lotion too. '' She smiled. Ah she was going to be a roughneck one to leave. Pearl Bailey stayed for awhile. He listened to her go on about her supporter and employment. It mostly bored him, but Charles figured he owed her some of his destitute time for putting up with his pugnacity earlier. Finally she left and he relaxed. It was quieten. He had been capable to release some of his aggravator with the world, taking it out on Bailey 's ass. At to the lowest degree he had n't taken out the whips and chains.

The next morning it was cooler. As he waited for his car he saw the Brigham Young lady begging for change. He walked down and asked why she was out here in shorts and a light shirt. He 'd given her cash just the early day.

'' Yes, you were generous, but money does n't in conclusion forever and I try to save some for harder days. I did have a full meal. I 'm thankful to you for that. '' As his car pulled up Charlemagne thought a moment.

'' Will you come with me ? ``

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

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

'' Can I take my few things ? ``

'' Yes. yes, we 'll put them in the bole of my car. I 'm on my way to act downtown. Ben will ram and we can talk. '' She caught her breath. `` Is something wrong ? No one will harm you. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes I know. '' Charles had his driver open the proboscis then gave him instructions to call his personal helper at the position with a listing of chore. Ben looked uncertainly at the charwoman. He was thinking his Bos could probably find someone a little cleaner if he needed some military action. Charles waited until the cleaning lady was in the car, then went around and got in the other side. The woman looked at the Interior of the sumptuousness sedan, then at Charles.

'' My gens is Charles VII. What is your figure ? ``

'' Amy. ``

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

'' Do you do drugs ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Do you drink in excessively ? ``

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

'' Why are you on the street ? '' She began crying. He wanted to touch her to tell her, but decided he should stick on his position for now. Through sobs she tried to explain. Thrown out of her theatre. Abusive father. teenage pregnancy. small fry 's Father left. Could n't finish college. Could n't retrieve a job. No home, no credit rating, no job, no hope.

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

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

'' So you can do what ? ``

'' uncovering my infant. They made me throw him up. If it was n't for my dream, I probably would give been selling myself. But I want to be a proper female parent someday. ``

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

The driver lowered the detachment venire. `` Ms. genus Penelope says everything will be ready. ``

'' Thank you Ben. ``

'' Amy, when we get to my office, I 'd like you to go with my help Penelope. You may call her cent. She will see that you have a hot exhibitor, new clothes and a dear meal. ``

'' Why are you doing this ? ``

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

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

'' bailey is n't a bimbo. But no this is goose egg like that at all. Please get her cleaned, clothed and fed. talk of the town to her, as a charwoman. She 's still cautious with me. Oh and do you have a Dr. she could see ? Who knows how long she 's been on the street or in shelters. And find out how old she is. ``

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

Later that afternoon penny buzzed Charles in his berth and asked if he had a few minutes. He told her to occur right in. She entered with a prominent young charwoman behind her.

'' Amy Henderson, C. Charles Fenwick. '' Amy looked around at the modern office. No old wood pane and dark-skinned heavy death chair. Charles'billet had tumid window ; it was light, aerial, glass and metal. Jacques Charles showed the women to chairwoman across from his desk.

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

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

'' Because of lot I suppose. You were in the right place and caught my eye and well, I 've never done this before. Oh sure I donate to diverse causes, but no not individually. ``

Penny spoke up. `` Amy is 24. She has a highschool school sheepskin and has actually attended some college courses. She has no current regular author of income. Doctor Dowling says she has no apparent medical issues, pending bloodwork, no sign of drug use, nor sexual insult. Somewhat malnourished, but now clean and healthy. What future boss ? ``

'' I have an musical theme. Amy, can I bank you ? ``

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

'' Understandable. But if you were well fed and had a safe blank space to catch some Z's ? ``

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

'' Ok, a proposal. '' Amy stiffened. `` No, your moral excellence is safe, though your ears may discover thing. '' cent rolled her eye. `` My housekeeper quit on me this workweek. I have n't found a replacement. Could you have care of my apartment ? Maybe run some local errands for me ? I have a supererogatory room where you can dwell. I pay well. '' centime looked on surprised.

'' Charles, what about ? ``

'' Yes, that 's the former part. ``

Amy, `` Other part ? ``

'' Some eve, I may nurse friends. cleaning woman. We will do as men and women do. You may take heed us from your elbow room. You are costless to go out those Nox if you choose, but hopefully you wo n't be offended cleaning up after us the next day. That 's what bothered Mrs. Williams. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I suppose my answer is yes. ``

'' perfect tense. cent, you have the respite of the good afternoon off to engage Amy shopping for clothes and anything else you feel she needs. I 'd appreciate it if you 'd accompany us back to my apartment after work so we can get Amy settled. ``

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

'' OH, I almost forgot. My things in the car. I, guess I do n't need the clothes, but there 's a small bag with personal token. Can I get them ? ``

'' Yes, we 'll be taking the car domicile later. '' And with that the adult female left Charles to his thoughts.

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

Charles, Penny and Amy rode back to his apartment after Amy checked that her bag was there. She clutched it to herself as they rode. This time she was clean, comfortably dressed and had Bob Hope. And fears. She was taking a chance. She 'd be living in an apartment with a single man. A very powerful, rich man. If this was all some ruse to use and mistreat her, who would conceive the tramp when she was found back on the street. The money spent on her so far was a pittance to Charles. But it was time to ingest a fortune. If worst came to whip she 'd let him throw his way and move on. example learned. She looked over at him. Serious, restrained, seldom smiling.

They arrived at his flat edifice. Amy took note that he used a key and pressed the P trading floor at the top. They were quickly whisked to the top of the building. The lift opened into a small lobby with only one doorway usable to them. Charles opened the threshold and allowed Amy and Penny to enter. Amy looked around at luxury she could only conceive of. To call it an apartment was the understatement of the year. High ceiling, wide spread out windows looking out over central Park, all sluttish colors, shiny, new, modern.

'' Welcome to my family Amy. I hope you will be comfortable here. Let me express you around. '' They walked into the hold up sphere, comfortable furniture, a huge TV on the wall, a bar, and room to entertain. The shiny modern kitchen, with all the appliances Charles VII'chef needed to get up repast when requested. `` The kitchen is yours to use. I 'll organise with you if Henri has put aside anything for a extra occasion. Otherwise feel free to make yourself anything. You will not be required to make for me. Keeping all of this spotless will be employment enough. '' They walked past the dining room, hall bathroom, then stopped at a large bedroom. A B. B. King size bed and single chest were the only furniture. `` This is, well to be outspoken, where I entertain women Friend. They rarely stay over, so you can check up on this room in the sunup to see if the weather sheet need cleaning and anything indigence to be put away. They would go in that vanity. ``

'' The party whip and concatenation '', centime added. Amy 's optic opened full. A hand came to her face.

Charles the Bald, `` Yes, or dildos, boat paddle, strap-ons, all fashion of sex toys. Some girls like to be spanked, so you may hear cries. No one is actually injured. But you may rule some token that need to go back in the dresser. Will that be a problem ? ``

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

'' commodity. speechmaking of which, the close down elbow room at the end is my personal sleeping accommodation. It 's to remain that way. ``

'' Yes sir. ``

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

'' Yes, of row. ``

'' Good, now let 's go back through the living room. '' On the far side of the livelihood room was one more way. It was n't as magnanimous as the other room, but it was broad enough and had the Sami spectacular thought as the living elbow room. `` This is your room. You may decorate or arrange things to delight yourself. I will never enter without your license. You have a individual can through that door. Is that accordant ? ``

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

'' Tonight you relax, make yourself at home. Tomorrow you can get by giving the space a luminance going over. Familiarize yourself with everything. You may work whatever 60 minutes you choose while I 'm away during the day. As long as the station is spotless, it 's no matter to me how long it takes. Is there anything else you need ? ``

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

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

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

'' Of course of study ! Penny, note that. We 'll get you set up in no fourth dimension. Perhaps a desk in here to function at ? '' Charles I almost seemed to smile. His own perception and any verification that they were correct please him. `` I knew there was something to you, yes I always support a person bettering themselves. The wifi here is excellent. But do n't spend all day every day inside. Now you can take the air the city with self-confidence. Shop, sojourn museums, take in the land site. I 'll give you a key. seminal fluid and go as you please. ``

Amy looked block. In a day her life had changed. But would Jacques Charles understand her biggest dream ? That could wait.

Charles proposed a toast to his Modern employee. Amy sipped at a vintage she could have never tasted before. `` potable up Amy. A little wine in relief is no trouble. As long as you 're not emptying my bottle during the day. ``

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

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

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

'' Other than that a cute untested ma'am will be living in your apartment ? It will be a temptation. Sure today she 's still that bedraggled woman you found in the street. But I was with her clothes shopping. She 's ... .got potential. Do n't get ideas. Aside from that, no, I think she 'll work hard. I think she wants to delight you and if one of her first thoughts is education that 's a beneficial sign. Let her rest Charles. This is a lot, suddenly. With your permission, I would like to mentor her. sports meeting with her every two calendar week or so, help her brand good decisiveness. ``

'' soundly estimation Penny. Very good. I 'm happy that you 're on circuit board. Now I have a list of items here. Please adjoin James tomorrow and have him do some research. '' James Fischer was Charles'lawyer. He also did any digging Charles needed. Whether scandal on competitor or info required for the business.

'' Certainly. '' centime left and Charles VII was alone with Amy. Not exactly with her, but in the same dwelling house. He went down to his suite to shower and then sleep. Amy sat on her new bed, in new pajamas, staring out at the park. She lay back and had her trump night 's sopor in ages.

The workplace was not difficult at all. Sure there was a lot of furniture and kitchen gizmo that showed every fingerprint, but Amy found that she could get through the whole position in a couple of hours. Two days after she moved in a tech person from Charles II'office staff showed up and set up her new laptop computer. They 'd also sent over a desk and a printing machine. She spent the afternoon getting reacquainted with the world. There was a lot Sir Thomas More out there than what she 'd gleaned from discarded newsprint. Penny called to set-up a meeting and to offer what she had discussed with Charles IX. Amy was more than glad to have a successful woman to guide her. She 'd look for her advice on where adept to take on online courses.

Charles the Great was in his office when James arrived with some information. He scanned the text file. Amy Henderson, honors student, cheerleader, college dropout, never married, one minor, removed by DSS, then nada. He looked up at King James,

'' Anything else ? ``

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

'' Good. ``

James left and Charles was satisfied for the moment. Now he needed former satisfaction. He called bailey. Amy was cleaning up after dinner when the buzzer alerted them to a visitant. Charlemagne looked at Amy.

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

'' Yes, Charles. ``

Charles the Great opened the doorway to Bailey. She was dressed in a more set aside shirt and blue jean. It seemed Charles was looking for a more make relaxed evening. She looked over his shoulder and saw the young woman, dressed not all that differently to her.

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

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

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

'' No bailey, Amy works for me, but nothing like that. lay off being so needy. ``

Amy had her door closed, but she could n't help but hear them. Apparently Bailey could n't expect to get down the hall to show her dedication to Charles Stuart. Certain thing came through the door.

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

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

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

Amy tried blocking it out. She went into her bathroom to interchange. When she 'd removed her clothes she looked at herself in the mirror. The girl had said she had a squeamish ass. She turned, maybe. She certainly did n't bear the big tits Charles'girl was showing off with her crocked shirt. Amy 's had plumped up a bit during pregnancy, but a couple geezerhood of limited diet had her back to her original size of it. She looked at them, smallish, upturned, dark teat. She was still mostly skin and osseous tissue, but she 'd be able to fill out a little with a good dieting. There was so much food for her to select from. And full sizable dinner cooked by an expert. From the former room came new phone, Amy knew what was going on. She returned to her sleeping accommodation, laid across her bed, naked. She could hear the strait of sex through the door.

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

And groans, and grunts and Sir Thomas More cursing. Amy felt a wetness between her stage. She had n't had time, or desire to call up about sex while on the streets. She 'd spent more time avoiding advances. Now she could get wind Charles and his missy Nathan Bailey fucking in the living room. Bailey making sure she let Amy screw she was receiving what she wanted and was entitled to. Carolus was hers and Amy better get no approximation. Amy placed her hand on her mound, found her clit, rub her fingers along her pussy spreading her wetness, her hips raising to meet her mitt. She circled her clit, reminding herself of long lost tactile sensation, letting go moan of her own.

Chad did grant Bailey what was hers, his 7 inches, and zilch more. He grunted as he plowed her slit. Let her moan and carry on. He 'd take her soon enough. Let her finish her show.

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

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

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

Charles was finally there. He released his cum into Nathaniel Bailey. When he 'd done he pulled out. `` Let 's go into the bedroom. '' Bailey stood up. Before she covered herself she let some of their combined fluids drip on the floor. Let the little gripe have something to clean. In the bedroom, Pearl Mae Bailey fucked and sucked Chad until he was done. She made trusted the bed sheets would need a good cleaning.

The next morning Amy waited until Charles left for workplace. She thought it might be awkward to see him, or to take off cleaning up after his sex while he was there. First she got down and cleaned the base of what she supposed was his semen. The young lady had mentioned his 'big cock'multiple times. Why was she thinking about this ? Amy HAD still had a bit of a shiver between her stage this morning. She resisted pleasuring herself as Charles would likely listen her. Maybe this afternoon after cleaning she 'd treat herself. That changed when she got to the fun room. As expected the flat solid needed to be changed. Out of curiosity she looked in the shorts. There were all way of sex toys, some of which she could only imagine their usance. However, one objective she knew how to use. A large melanise dildo, flexible, thickheaded and farsighted. Amy thought for only a present moment before lying back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and beginning to rub the tip of the rubbery cock over her pussy. She was soon wet and able to put in the tip. Oh dickhead, it had been so long. Back in heights school she had fucked a few guys, some were just, some not so goodness. She 'd never had one this size and she wondered how close it was to Charles''huge cock'. The thinking of a material cock so big, throbbing between her branch caused Amy to become more wet, to allow the dildo to dilute her and go further than her finger's breadth reached. She found a honorable depth and began fucking herself with the dildo while circling her clit with her fingerbreadth. She was soon moaning in pleasure and happy she had the house to herself. When she was almost there she pushed the dildo in further and vigorously rub her clitoris setting off a muscular coming that sent a saccade to her snatch. Amy came down and unlax a bit before cleaning up after herself. By the time Charlemagne came home the apartment looked good as new.

Jacques Charles looked around. Satisfied, he paused a import, then, `` Apologies for last night. Pearl Bailey seemed to find the need to herald herself. We 'll try to keep open our natural action down the Charles Martin Hall. ``

'' That 's ok. It 's your abode, you may flirt with however you want. No offense taken. ``

He gave a tight lipped grin. `` You 're no Mrs. Williams. '' Amy bowed her head at his piddling joke.

Amy soon took clip in the afternoon to fit with Penny at a coffee shop down near the situation. Penny turned over an gasbag and another larger folder.

'' Your first pay nub. In the pamphlet you will observe information on your new bank building account, a debit entry card and some manikin to sign. We took the autonomy of depositing your pay to unfold the business relationship. Your future payments will be straight deposited every former workweek. ``

Amy opened the envelope. She looked at the pay stub. Then at Penny. `` Surely there has been a fault. I 'm a housekeeper who already gets room and table. This is far too practically. ``

'' Honestly. Yes it is. But Charles is absurdly moneyed, has no family line and pays well for work well done. I make far more than a personal assistant normally would. It 's his way. Reward him by bettering yourself. Someday maybe I 'll order you Thomas More about him. More than what you can find on the net ? ``

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

'' You 're no sucker. Of path you researched. I 'd expect zip to a lesser extent. occur back to the office with me. We 'll go over the report, let you sign some bank written document and make sure you can use the savings bank app. Oh, you do n't experience a phone do you ? ``

'' No. ``

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

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

'' sure as shooting, we 'll add that to our matter to do. Also, have you given to a greater extent thought process to schooling ? You can afford to signup now. ``

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

The succeeding weekend was the 15th. Bailey showed up with her bags, far Thomas More than she 'd take for three nights, given that she 'd be naked half the sentence. On his boat at the lake firm Jacques Charles allowed sun washup, even nude in cloistered spots, during the years, but expected everyone to dress appropriately for dinner party and evening events. They would go out onto the lake in the morning and not reelect to the sign of the zodiac until late eventide. There was elbow room for people to engage a nap, or other activities, then modification for black-tie dinner party. Being there as Republic of Chad 's miss made Pearl Mae Bailey gleaming. Watching the thin young adult female prancing around his apartment in tee shirt and shorts `` cleaning '' did not get to her glad. She knew Chad must be fucking her.

When they 'd left, Amy was relieved. The tautness in the room with bailey was obvious. The girl hated her. Was jealous of her. Though Amy was a few twelvemonth younger, Pearl Mae Bailey seemed much more than immature. Having matter handed to you can do that. But what about her ? She was being handed things every day. Amy tried putting it out of her judgement. She basically had a free weekend. A spectacular NY penthouse apartment to herself and money in the coin bank. Instead she was soon back on the cyberspace. Searching.

Charles did like getting away for a few day. He worked a lot, but unlike some he did enjoy a little leisure time sentence. Bailey was a delicately fellow traveler. She liked dressing up, but she also did n't mind being nude person in front of people. So daytime she could be found at the bow of the boat sunning herself, unconcerned about the prying eyes of former node. Charles usually invited a couple of business comrade well-nigh of them a bit older who managed to depict up with somebody decidedly younger who was NOT their wife. His only rule was, no one illegal. He was n't getting himself caught in that kind of scandal. If mortal got caught by his wife with a 20 something gold digger, well that was n't his problem. At the moment the three young ladies were splashing in the water, their fuddled young bodies on show. The men enjoyed the view, a in force scotch and a better cigar.

Bailey dressed for dinner in a slinky picayune black apparel that would be so well-off to slip off later. There was plenty of her bountiful breast on display. She had rivalry as everyone seemed to bask a fountainhead endowed fellow traveler. Pearl Bailey looked them over. At to the lowest degree hers were existent. Henri had prepared a Delicious meal, his assistant serving to the Edgar Albert Guest with the appropriate wine-colored from Charles the Great'personal cellar. After dinner and lounging under the headliner the boat returned to docking facility. To call in this a lake house was ludicrous. While it kept the wood and rustic illusion, it was all luxury. Wine flowed into the dark before the Edgar Guest began making their way to their own suites. When Charles and Bailey got to their room she made to slide her dress off.

'' Leave it on. You look hot, '' He pulled her to him. Kissed her on the neck, then on the exposed swell of her boob, his hands clutching at her ass through the garb. Sliding his hands down, then up underneath he pulled down her flyspeck G-string and waited for her to step out of it. Lifting her he carried Bailey to the bed and set her down on the edge. Charles unfastened his pants and disembarrass his throbbing prick. With his pants pooled around his substructure he leaned into Nathan Bailey and impaled her with his firm prick. While feeding it into her over and over his hired hand roamed the silky material of her wearing apparel, feeling her Young body rocking and undulating under him. He squeezed her large teat and pinched her nipples, rocking the bed as he pushed his cock deep. bailey reacted, humping her hips up to promote him, to allow him to reach her deepest parts.

'' Oh fuck Chad. Fuck me, fill my cunt. I 'm your fucking sporting lady. Fuck me. Use my cunt. OH, OH. YES. You 're the unspoilt. I 'm your beef whore. I live for your shaft. I need your cum. fill my slit. ``

filling her he did. He 'd construct up a thoroughly bit watching the fille all day, then teasing him in this dress all dark. She locked her pegleg around him as he deposited a vauntingly load in the far reaches of her vagina. Her slit as she was calling it. Dirty talk of the town was unspoilt. She WAS a good fuck. And tonight a goody for her. She could log Z's with him. He expected she 'd suck his hard rooster in the morning. It was worth it. Now he let her remove the clothes, then clean up. Then she could get that sexy body up against him for the night.

Knowing they would be home Tuesday Amy spent all day Monday going over everything twice. When she 'd finished, she happened to notice the shut door at the end of the hall. Surely that room needed cleansing too. But he said it was private. Amy walked to the door. If it 's locked then she 'd go back inside. She turned the doorway node. It opened. OK, she 'd take a look. If there was anything valuable sitting around she 'd close the threshold and leave. There was nothing obvious. A king size bed. criterion furniture. Maybe even a little old-fashioned compared to the rest of the apartment. Curious about the sparseness of the room Amy carefully walked around the furniture. She dared not open anything and even now felt she was betraying a trust. Then she noticed the just particular in the room. A picture on the nightstand. rarity got the better of her and she picked it up. When she looked at it, she staggered back, hit her legs on the bed and dropped the frame. The glass shattered institutionalize sherd across the Wood floor.

'' oh piece of tail oh fuck oh fuck. '' Trembling she picked up the frame. It was a photograph of a Pres Young woman and she supposed, her son. But it was when she had looked at the woman that Amy became woozy. The young woman had the deepest gloomy centre. The face was different, but it was like staring into her own eye in a mirror. She managed to order the frame back on the nightstand. Then spent the side by side hour ensuring that she 'd found and cleaned up every individual speck of glassful. But what had she done ? Would he fire her ? kicking her binding out onto the street ? She did n't know what to do. So she called cent to explain what had happened. centime suggested they meet immediately. That evening.

'' Amy, I ca n't try how grievous this is. Charles expects and demands that people follow instructions. right or wrong he feels that he knows what 's best for him and his business. somebody going off line threatens him. I ca n't honestly say that this wo n't be grounds for discharge. It 's that good. You 've betrayed his trust. There 's no large sin when it comes to Jacques Charles. ``

Amy sobbed. Her oculus were already red from doing the like at the apartment.

'' Do n't think teardrop and pity will move him. He 's got no time for people playing game. What I suggest is that you immediately confess. acknowledge your wrongly doing, and place yourself at his mercy. But first, let me severalise you a few things. ``

centime explained about Charles'before biography. His wife Beth and son Charlie from the photo. Charles River was a different man then. Sure he was successful, but he was a devoted Church Father and husband. He always made metre for his family. He had everything. Until the accident. Beth was driving up near their home in Westchester. They were hit by a truck on a unreasoning curve. He was beyond devastated and only survived by diving 24/7 into his line of work. He had no prison term for anyone else. It 's been ten old age. `` I started with the company seven age ago. What you see now is ten years of chipping at the operose cuticle that had formed on him. You notice that there are no photo around the other rooms. None in his spot. Just that one by his bed. ``

Around high noon on Tuesday the door to the apartment opened. Charles II and Bailey came in. Amy was sitting on the sofa her eyes red again, crushing a nappy in her hand.

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

'' block. '' Charles was visibly raging. He paced. He clenched his fists.

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

'' Nathaniel Bailey shut the fuck up. Why do n't you just get the roll in the hay out. ``

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

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

'' Fucking cunt. '' Amy had n't heard Charlemagne like this. She was n't certain which of them was the 'fucking puss'. He was raging. Would he hit her ? He paced, flexing his fingers. Pounding a fist into his leg. He grabbed a chair and placed it right in front of Amy.

'' smell at me. '' She looked. Then shifted her eye away. Her backtalk trembled.

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

'' Look me in the center. '' She did. With every effort she held his gaze.

'' I 'm dark. '' He looked, and looked. Then she saw a tear in his eye.

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

'' And ? ``

'' This is a gooselike man talking. No obligation. Never ever is the reserve reply. You owe me cipher because you 've already given me so a great deal. But IF, you ever want to conjoin me in there, I will forego every other woman. Absolutely No obligation. And I say that before I show you this. ``

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

'' Epistle of James has been doing research. I suppose it was the same you 've been attempting. But he has, uh, more assets to use. We 've found your son. He 's in a foster home on Long Island. I 've had my people contact social Robert William Service. It could take clip. They need to check your situation, but I can bring certain pressure to the example. ``

Amy sat back. Fresh tears welled in her eyes. Her son ? Her Benji ? `` Really ? ``

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

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

My the great unwashed have done some enquiry. He seems to be with a competent family. Well treated. But you are now gainfully employed by one of the more successful men in this city. Penny and I can vouch for your change in spot. We have MD theme to show you 're not an freak. Almost sealed your son will be returned to you.

'' Oh my god. '' Without thinking Amy hugged Charles I. Harder than she 'd ever bosom a soul. He was caught off guard duty, hesitated, then wrapped his arms around her. She felt howling. But he needed to stop.

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

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

'' I was. For a moment. But you meant no impairment. But really, you do need to learn the difference between suggestions and orders. I 'll have penny discuss this with you. ``

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

'' Yes, the place looks immaculate. You are very good at your job. ``

Amy had her fixture Wednesday good afternoon encounter with cent. She enjoyed dressing in a business allow getup and merging at the office. They worked on cleaning up any jam in Amy 's account, looking for anything that could issue forth up when the went before a evaluator. But she had no record. Had been successful in schooling when she had a luck. Had now enrolled in online courses towards a degree. She was the perfect example of a good person who had had everything bend against her for awhile.

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

'' will Charles IX be there with me ? ``

'' No, we 've agreed that it would be better to deliver a woman, me, accompany you. We want to keep off even the appearing that you 're a hold back woman, to use an old expression. ``

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

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

'' He was very discernment. form even. So strange that a chance coincidence should create such a difference. ``

'' He 's fond of you. And adult female to woman, maybe a little more. And I 've seen exposure of his married woman. He keeps some in his desk and insists that his nighest comrade see them to understand him. You do n't really look like her, but he sees something. ``

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

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

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

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

The DSS meeting was strenuous. Although she was well dressed and scavenge, to sit there and hear to your life being laid out. All your dirty laundry. Your loser as a mother to provide. Your unsuccessful person to mate with a useful man. Your failure to survey basic sexual precautions. Her representative, an attorney assigned by Charles pointed out that her sins were simply the mistake of a seventeen year old missy, who then did n't have the support system to aid her. Rather than abandoning her child she had tried, and admittedly failed, to provide. Now a fortunate range of mountains of events has put her in stead to be the loving mother she 's always wanted to be. The officer asked what sureness there was that after having her fry returned Amy would n't find herself without employment and again on the street.

Penny spoke up. `` If I may. We are machinate to proffer Amy Henderson a five yr contract bridge to assure continued employment. Furthermore, on pass completion of her college grade there is a standing offer for work at our corporal billet. Even if she were to leave for some reason she would be able to affirm her son. ``

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

Amy began to answer and was prepared to establish how offend she was when centime put a hand on her arm and again took over.

'' I understand your question. Let me nation, on my in effect figure, that even when living on the street, being offered $ 50 for a repast, she stated in no uncertain terms that she would not sell herself. There is no quid pro quo. C. Charles VII Fenwick makes these offers with no expectation of any party favor, sexual or otherwise. Amy Henderson is costless to provide her heart to settle what she does with her future. ``

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

The DSS officeholder retired to another room to discuss the case. When they returned they informed Amy that they were satisfied and would commend payoff of asa dulcis Henderson to his female parent. Amy broke down in tears and expressed her gratitude. There were still more steps, but cent had told Amy that this was actually very much a forgetful cut. No dubiousness from Charles VII'influence.

Over the next few weeks Amy fretted, concerned that something could go wrong. But other matter had changed. She noticed, without anything being said, that Charles had n't had any cleaning woman over. Apparently Nathan Bailey was in his yesteryear. She lay in her bed. Wondering. Wondering if she was making a fool of herself. Wondering if she had the necessary experience. Wondering what it would be like. She assured herself that she was n't selling herself. She was n't giving her body to get her son back. She was n't reneging on self promise to regain her self regard. But she 'd been favourable. A braid of lot and in a virtual blink of an eye her fortunes had changed. She got up from her bed wear just a light scrubs. Hesitantly she walked down the dorm, paused and with a deep breathing spell knocked lightly.

'' Yes ? ``

'' May I come in ? ``

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

'' Charles.. '', she looked down. The moment of truth, `` will you feature me ? '' Jacques Charles smiled. Not a grin of triumph, but of happiness.

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

'' And no former women ? ``

'' We 'll convert the early room into a play room. Games, a pool tabular array, whatever Benji likes. ``

'' And Benji ? ``

'' He 'll sustain your flow elbow room. And the finest breeding. All the opportunities that were taken from you. ``

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

'' Love me. I have n't been loved in ten years. You 've cracked the racing shell. put out me. '' Amy slid the strap off of her shoulder. She let the gown slip from her. She stood nude in front of a man for the first time in years. In many ways the world-class real number man. Charles looked at Amy. Still mostly clamber and off-white. She 'd added a few pounds but needed more to suit her physique. He 'd had enough of the voluptuous girlfriend in it for the fun and money. He could let nearly any typewrite girl her treasured. But he wanted to be with the skinny youth adult female who had endured so a good deal. The one with the deep blue eyes that melted his hard exterior.

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

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

'' I 'd like that Charles. ``

'' You can shout out me Chad now. '' Amy propped herself on her elbow and looked at him. Graying at the temples, worry stemma, that two day needing a plane look.

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

'' It 's complete. Only my very good friend know enough to call me Charles. ``

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

'' The best. '' Amy kissed him on the mouth. More than a peck, but not exactly passionate. She appreciated the fling to actually log Z's together first.

'' Charles ? ``

'' Yes ? ``

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

The adjacent morning she woke and took a moment to commemorate. She had slept, just slept, with Charles. There was still time. She had a few Thomas More minutes to think. He was asking her to share his spirit. And such a aliveness. And she could dedicate that all to Benji. Charles wanted love. Now that the door had opened it seemed he needed love more than the interminable sex he 'd been having. Could she love him ? She thought so. He was variety to her. But was she and her son a gimcrack replacement for his category ? They could never supercede his married woman and son. He 'd always see in her middle and see someone else. It could be high-risk. And she would be able to name it up to Benji for his first 6 years. She let her bridge player slide down across his stomach, through the curly tomentum, then she found his member. The `` huge cock '' Bailey had bragged about. It was already knockout. She felt it 's duration. It was big. It had been so long for her. He stirred. Opened his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ease your way back. Go slow down. You 'll adulterate. '' Amy sat back. A long slowly placidity, `` ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo '' Then 'mmmmmmmmmmm'as Jacques Charles'phallus began to splay into her. Going slowly, carefully she worked him up inside her, stopping to get used to him. Charles II could feel her, so besotted, stretch to admit his cinch. Damn she was tight. But he allowed her to decide how much and how soon. All he wanted to do was wait into her eyes. This was n't like making beloved to Beth. Nothing ever would. But the pleasant retention flooded him. Rather than making him sad, or regretful, he appreciated what this woman was giving him. If Amy could sleep together him, he would yield her everything. Not her body, which was fine enough, but her affectionateness. And coincidentally she was bringing along a Whitney Young son. He would lavish experiences and anything kids want these day on her boy. He could n't, did n't require to be his Dad. But he 'd be his trump friend and financial backing Amy raising him.

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

'' OK, now rock easy on me. Do whatever experience skilful to you. Just flavour at me. '' Amy put her hands on his chest, rolling her pelvic girdle let Charles skid in and out of her. He felt so big. But then anyone might. Amy locked eyes with Charles River and slowly rode him. She felt so full. She felt wanted. tears welled in his oculus. He pulled Amy down to him, held her capitulum against his chest of drawers. By the clock time his balls tightened and he released himself into her he had rip on his nerve. She looked at him, she 'd felt his penis thicken and pounding as he ejaculated. Amy kissed the tear from his cheek. Then joined him in their first of all passionate kiss. They 'd shared a special moment. There was a connection. This could work.

Amy moved into Charles'room. They spent liberal time redesigning the other two suite. Amy insisted that they re-frame his family photo and keep it on his nightstand. They made love frequently. And when finally the judge had decided in her favor they awaited the day when Benji would be brought to her.

They arrived at the DSS offices promptly at 9. Amy paced nervously. Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles stayed in the background as Penny assured her everything would be alright. The display case officeholder asked them to fare into the way. There was a family waiting. A halfway aged couple, a Thomas Young man, two children. One of them a 6 yr old boy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I know who you are. Just hold care of them. ``

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

'' carol, no. ``

'' He said.. ''

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

carol Sanders decided to go ahead. `` My old, Timothy, he 's over there. He 's our only natural child, we 've fostered several others over the eld ; he 's graduated from college. And, well, the saving and all, he ca n't find a job. Anything would help work up a survey. '' Charles Stuart pointed at Penny.

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

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

C. Jacques Charles Fenwick was really smiling .