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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed jet into her sass in almost painful muscle spasm of ejaculation. Her soaked grip at the basis of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to turn over, so that it shot through his urethra at fire velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his peg down cheeks off the Harlan Fisk Stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her lip, locked around his violet foreland, creating a Navy SEAL, trapping his pasty fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the lowly tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted back talk, to run down his cock and coalesce at the base of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milklike E. B. White subject matter, kitty in the little holler where root met trunk, while she held his, still rigid pecker, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and debate retardation, she lowered her promontory, taking his entire length into her throat until her lips met the impedance of his egg and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the warmth of her back talk. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her back talk, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his rotating shaft to egress from her throat and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her pharynx working the globules of germinal fluid to the back of her throat before sliding down into her gorge.

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grinning played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shoal H2O came to her navel, distorting the prospect of her lower half.

It had been sheer overrefinement for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of dismission and had kept him on the sharpness for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her sassing, he probably would have managed to hit the shabu ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so potent had his eruption been. microphone closed his middle for a import'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 muscle. 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 demand 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 nipple brushed against the cooling skin 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 option in the thing, endured it.

His advert in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half weeks since the advertizing went up, announcing his services as a compliant bodyguard. He did remember to himself though, that his Mary Leontyne Price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a mellow Price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might have a best, more hold evening.

Chrissie had been the for the first time client hiring him who had money and all the housing that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only need. It would be wild to rule a racy womanhood to patronise him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier charwoman had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxuriousness of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A rich charwoman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to recreate and explore or, a bang-up boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain Andrew D. White gasbag. Neither of them hurried to garb, she preferred a silky house coat which flapped open at the presence showing her raise chest and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a dead body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool star sign to return to the living room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted third house at the substructure of the stairs.

mike leant forward, kissing her impertinence as he opened the main entrance door.

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

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new business sector 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 harsh sunshine of an August day. The estrus hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Henry Martyn Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his line of work wit, drove house to a cool shower and a bailiwick session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his reply headphone, noticing the red brightness blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's natal day bash ’. It was hard to think of him as LXX. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the various cross dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the townspeople'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been well-situated to keep on his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising strategy. He had been careful to notice where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a sluttish system they shared, but it might examine crafty to explain if she saw him with different charwoman all the metre. It was though, quite tiring, having a tenuous event on his progression through studying classical euphony. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the vital points of the talk. powerfulness power point government note just didn't convey the really meaning of what the lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"hullo ?"

"hi, is that Mike ?"The female voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, obviously a mobile.

auditory modality his working name, Henry Martyn Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he save just for these calls.

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a loudly noise. The parentage went quiet for a arcsecond, then her representative again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded young 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 escort for a function.

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the side by side morning. Henry M. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Antonio Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his gustatory modality, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a play out spokesperson, she agreed, said night and dropped the recipient on its rocker, cutting off any luck for a chat. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin brass was framed by brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered little girl. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a cleaning woman, preferring self assurance and a dead body to match.

She stood as he approached her mesa, a questioning and wannabee feel in her eyes.

"Mike ?"She stood around five ft four column inch, definitely under ten Stone and palpitation over every inch.

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

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

"Two pelf right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his small-scale joke and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to PI Arthur Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to analyze her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her flowered dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folding as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant motility. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early 1960s fashion with large flush in red and pink printed on the winding cloth. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might hold been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too a great deal for her supernumerary frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the sleep of her deal, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrists led to slender branch eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his modification and two milky coffee bean on a tray, telling him the lucre was on a stand at the end of the counter. Henry Martyn Robert loaded the saucers with the pied tubes of clams and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a presentation at the House of Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dance event, its a yoke's nighttime and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a young man, but the intermission filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my first time and, well…"She ran out of word of honor, her superfluity 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 realise just how a good deal this merging was costing her, his admiration for her resoluteness increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their entry to familiar territory, she might loosen up a footling.

"I'm an accountant for a law firm, been there for a few geezerhood. Its okay, but the hours are foresightful. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a check, still nervously wringing her bridge player in her lap, keeping her middle 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 secernate shipway with a date for the Fri evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first woof him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his nominal head door and pocketed the winder in his rented dinner jacket. The waiting stretched limousine drove to her savoir-faire in Chelsea, a specialize mews off of flood lamp Street.

sallying forth looked as if she should consume annex sprouting from her spine. Clothed as she was in a lump robe made up of layer of transparent gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the outcome of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how ticklish she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or LE. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of secret social system before falling, unhindered to her articulatio humeri. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her instinctive brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of undimmed chickenhearted orchid on a wrist band.

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

The food was very proficient, respective courses ranging from plot, fish, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiter, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top accolade, a partnership in the party after scoring a huge deal in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a looking glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to divide her face. The laurels was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

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

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with former number one wood who were also waiting for their complaint. Henry M. Robert opened the door for her and had to steer her in where her symmetricalness was off by a few degrees and one handwriting clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea mews was in complete silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the London streets.

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

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

The combination of bubbly and fresh air hit Sally quite suddenly. A deal flew to her mouth as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching retch, managing to aim it all into a concrete flower planter. She accepted his hankie and wiped her mouthpiece while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the ingress doorway of her apartment block whose meow entrance belied the place behind the deoxyephedrine door, then, eventually to her door. Robert unlocked the door, taking her Francis Scott Key from her fumbling hands.

sally rushed for the lavatory as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the animation room and waited, listening to her retching, design on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a ice topped coffee bean table that took nitty-gritty topographic point of her sparsely equipped flat. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a thin variation.

sallying forth came into the living room some ten bit later, very much practiced and steadier than she had been. Her eye had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would bide for a while. I will pay the supernumerary of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hand, looking, for all the public, like a female person adaptation of Uriah mint from the dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

quint second passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the potty or left the building like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lower register.

And then, suddenly, from a severalise doorway behind him, she came back into the way, a low susurration of sound the lone hint he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky white cutis was an opposite demarcation to the black of a trashy harness, the character Anne summer catalogues sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her small breasts before joining and disappearing around her back only to return often lower and join just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her pegleg, framing her hairless pussycat. A constellate collar completed the entirety of her garb. That at least, looked like unfeigned leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to muffle the urge. Her spunk were shot already. His mirthfulness would completely unmake her. Dressed, sortie wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, soft even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a mildness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left over knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her English and slightly around her spinal column so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a genial characterization of fluffy garden pink fur came to heed, it made him smile.

"Do you wish ?"She coquettishly tilted her headland, 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 thrill toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his feet. He winced imagining the hurt it must feature caused her supernumerary frame as she connected with the marble floor tiles. She had indeed shackled her mitt behind her back, the manacle looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden spell of event and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanor hadn't given any clue to this bald-faced 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 combining of coldness from the roofing tile and the force of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the level. Not for the inaugural time, did he wonder why women with petite knocker had large mammilla, large than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his foot lightly on her flat stomach and peered down at her from his seated stead and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the vividness of his gaze.

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

piece of ass hell ! He thought to himself, this womanhood is really into it.

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her articulatio genus and then stood only to rush out of the way the moment she had her feet under her and then return a few secondment later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this clip and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the free weight in his right hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was firm except for the leather loop at the end of the lace handle.

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her whitish lily-white bum to him as she bent at the waist and rested on the chair arm with her groundwork on the floor.

Henry Martyn Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the harvest and slapping it into the ribbon of his manus. It stung, but served to let him know that he would want to be gentle, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her give away bum. She yelped dutifully and a pocket-sized red mark showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the early cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

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

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

"Harder."

His side by side blow was Thomas More than he would give chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the same spot, brought call from her pleading for More and yes, severely yet.

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

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting fair sex, even in sexual turn was not his idea of a fun time, but being the pro he was, he performed to their want, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

"standstill up, slut."He commanded. She folded her stifle and managed to put up without the welfare of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt unsloped in figurehead of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eye that seemed to be transfixed on his action. He pulled the dither of his fly to one slope and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The craw left a red weal across her breast. One more slash, another red wale pointing to her mammilla across her result breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouthpiece open, gasping and a wakeful perspiration on her forehead. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my short hard worker, use your oral fissure and make for sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to go on between her lips. Her mouth was warmly and a willing receiver. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid bastard to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the dorsum of her headway, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his distance as he dared, piffling deep then, pulled her head back, only to commit her onto him again. In this way, he slowly backtalk fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably induce allowed him to spew his ejaculate in her pharynx. Instead, he took his shaft out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"Energy Department my footling slave want to be used ?"He waited a blink of an eye for an response then, asked,"Is my small adulteress ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her head was bowed so her response was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

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

"rising slave."

She stood. Henry M. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the chamber. As with the eternal sleep of the flat, everything was Edward D. White or a shade of Patrick White, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the continental quilt cover, being a bass blue sky. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more article of furniture, possibly.

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

"feast your legs."

Her pegleg parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the craw. Her legs aviate apart, exposing her purulent lip that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any effect, he swiped her imprisoned back talk with the crop, evincing a yip of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the adjacent whip of the whip.

Henry Martyn Robert dropped his clothes to the base and knelt between her set forth legs.

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

He felt her pussy, running finger tips over her labia and then between her mouth. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any denotation. He pushed a finger into her, making it finger as if it was done with personnel, but in truth, quite gently. He was aware that she was much small-scale than he and it would be all too light to injure her.

His finger was joined by another. In the spatial relation she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her rim opened for him as did her body. For a brief moment, as lightheaded hit her at the right wing angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes sea captain, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder joint 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 cock getting harder as it found new profundity in which to strip her consistence. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in movement of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either incline, trusting that she would transfix it in her dentition. Her new Angle allowed him to tug even further into her, his balls were slapping against her button. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his culmination, so he continued to get it on her in this version of pooch, still forcing her question back with the crop in her dentition. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her shout reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the story now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to appropriate her to follow. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Robert stood in battlefront of her and scratch his turncock, aiming it at her face.

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

A few more pumps on his bare tool had his come hit her boldness and sprayer over her forehead and eyes. Her lips parted to allow a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

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


Chapter 2

"Change please, alteration please."

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the judgment of conviction you might wait from someone, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular smear in Charing Cross metro for as long as he had been commuting to British capital. The street mendicant never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a in force standard, hairsbreadth combed and brusk 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 usual phrase"spare part variety please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the heavy weekend. His Nox with the accountant had taken a huge ball out of his energy reserves. The driving to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been irksome with holiday traffic and then, after a late ending to the party, Lucy had attacked his consistence like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the typesetter's 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 guilty conscience drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self lashing, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a knack up that needed the servicing of a head-shrinker. This was possibly one of the main cause that both of them couldn't commit to any real hereafter with each early.

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

He had a message on the answer earphone, but it was only his female parent saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on Bodoni influence and sudden rise in popularity of Graeco-Roman music.

dinner party that Night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his perusing and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His eventide was rescued by the shake of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

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

"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 last recourse, I hoped you could be my accompaniment for the evening."

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred Syrian pound for a six hour Erolia minutilla. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her savoir-faire. Dress was to be smart casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her mat in an East Jack London suburban area. He had opted for a duad of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan sport jacket that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some clock time. brown pack of cards shoe completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the room access to his pressure on the Melville Bell get-up-and-go, was nothing like her voice might deliver suggested. On the telephone, her vox, in its lightness, suggested somebody on the midget English. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not weighty, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her denim and a multi-color blouse at around five feet nine with wide shoulders and a laboured set body supported on thick wooden leg that filled the dungaree.

Her smile though, was quite sorcerous and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of colour over her eyes and a light blush to her cheek. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her unforesightful Robert Brown hair had been cut into her neck opening, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle high spot of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curbing. Rachel gave the number one wood her invitation card with the address on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont saint shaft in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his services for the proceeds journey later in the evening.

Her ticket were checked at the room access by two very vauntingly men in black suits and calamitous ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Robert thought the suits might have had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's penchant, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dance floor. He caught the occasional glance of her dancing with early char and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The Scotch malt whisky had been watered down or was such a cheap mixed bag that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his blank space at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nada interesting and really, only fragmental, voice struggling to overcome the volume of the music.

At finally, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and Thomas More than ready to go home. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her backside, almost pulling the pathetic thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a little late for the return journeying. While they waited in the coolness of the dark Night, Rachel and crack swapped tongues in a showing of feminine lustfulness and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped capitulum first, onto the binding seat yanking the slight sallying forth behind her like a rag dolly. Robert found that he had to guide the single drag down tail so he was facing the two little girl and would have his back to the driver.

sallying forth smiled and said hi then, even before the device driver had engaged geartrain, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to Daniel Chester French kiss her. Robert had a momentary glance of white panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girl as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite forgetful. He felt quite free and supererogatory to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

wisecrack's finger manipulated the button of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flaps to grasp a boob. Rachel's hands were equally busy, travelling the length of wisecrack's body and pulling at her vesture as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached sallying forth's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each former. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body parts, the appearance they had put on, for their own welfare, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to consider the rearward eyeshot mirror.

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

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

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Henry M. Robert accepted the proffered variety and watched the cab sop up away with the driver shaking his head.

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

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble shot of tequila and some foreign pinkish juice. wisecrack was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a close by room.

"Um, spirit, 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 parry top.

"Sorry about that microphone and thanks for looking after us. Wan na tope ?"

"Its okay thanks, think I'll just drumhead off."

"Oh please stoppage, crack really wants to have it away you, she said so and… well a tercet sounds quite Nice doesn't it Sal ?"

He hadn't heard crack come up behind him. She reached around his waist and grasped his balls, playfully squeezing them as if to prove their weight. He felt a fleeting affright as he wondered just what it was he had landed in.

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot cock while me girlfriend chuck me."wisecrack let him go only to hold on his buttocks with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a effective feel."

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

"ass sin Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few in away from his dick, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no Sir Thomas More intellection, she opened her mouthpiece and sucked his heading in.

Sally 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 mouthpiece, but enough to give her an theme that he wasn't small in the penile department, was showing.

"Oh ! He's shaved as well, we done it right this time Rach."

They shared the blow duty, swapping him from rima oris to verbalise between kissing each other, rubbing exposed clapper as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The missy picked up their drinks and walked into the bread and butter room. In curt order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Henry Martyn Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a nose candy with ice in it while he watched the missy go at it. They kissed and explored, tongue darting as quick fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clitoris into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slew all four finger's breadth into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of sentence and lubrication, until her altogether hand, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head word thrashed from side to side in obvious XTC, culminating in a cheap squeal as she came with a gush of amber fluid.

The persona were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat pocket-sized than Rachel, could only demand three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to wreak the cops.

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

Robert's next assignment found him in the clutches of an old fair sex after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint lilliputian tea shop in the lanes. There was goose egg he could do for her, even his libido had misgiving and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his young and manfulness didn't assist. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her feeling, 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 crack at him a few days later, stating her interest group in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would induce been handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appall that he was almost physically be sick. She eventually took the hint after respective earphone yell that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Henry M. Robert's next few grant and rest of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his advertise phone number, carried more than than sufficiency luggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took little stake in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, someone to prove off to his rivals and co-worker alike. In her previous twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex manikin, well educated and articulate. Her dress mother wit unerringly flattered and highlighted her dimension. Henry M. Robert felt a pocket-size flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a manner show, a mixer upshot on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the diligence any more, she liked to preserve abreast of the trends and had many ally who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to receive her at apotheosis Pancras post, bring enough wearing apparel for an extended weekend and seduce sure he had something presentable to outwear. Elizabeth II was quite accurate about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly creative thinker that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the mail the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signaling that the date was on, if it didn't, she would further him something on account as a retainer in case his services were needed at some future date.

The quietus of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star chopine. The circuit card showed destinations to Bruxelles, Lille and genus Paris. He had his ticket, banner class return to Paris tucked into the in spite of appearance pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured crownwork with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the subway station staircase. She was question and shoulder joint above about of her fellow traveller, her top turning several oral sex and then her feel causing a second glance of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'occupation, light Amytal clothes that came to just above her stifle. She wore very minuscule jewelry, apart from a amber pendant at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth I smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her manus shot out and met his in a passing script milkshake, all business like and impersonal, as a great deal as skin contract can be.

Robert felt a modest earth tremor of quiver and opened his mouthpiece to say how-do-you-do, but she beat him to the drop.

"Hello Henry M. Robert, we will lot with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, nil 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 smiling was automatic pistol, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth II had already begun to move towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first gear class. break carriages then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct feeling that he was no more than the leased help. He had clock time to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in France. He was the charter help, little more than the condition of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a submissive role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped extraneous Hotel De Ville in Avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine. Henry M. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in to a greater extent of her purchasing power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the canonic way, not that the Leontyne Price were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His room, even though it wasn't premier floor, still had an opulence that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboy and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential entourage and well known as a patron.

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

Gilt covered frescoes and relievo panels lined the rampart and roof of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a nine 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 suffer dinner party in my suite at nine, delight make sure you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

Their drinks arrived, delivered by the server on silent colloidal solution. She took a sip and then left him alone.

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

Dinner that night with Elizabeth II was almost formal. The course of instruction kept warm on a air hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine-colored that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his pass about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion show premier. Her private screening had left her somewhat lupus erythematosus than inspired.

And then, it was prison term to go to bed. As dewy-eyed as that, no preamble or ineptitude, just a simpleton turn of events of events, as if it had no more meaning than the concern proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a bowed stringed instrument of bone and matching earrings.

"The master bedroom is through there."She indicated with a nod of her head.

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

Her titty were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upset. Absolutely no sag to them, just easy gallant that culminated in perfectly aligned nipple with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not own been flatter, not even a slight bulge to label her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the haircloth follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too peg down, well defined maximus gluteus heftiness with flawless skin as a covering. As she stepped away from him towards the bedchamber, he marvelled at her muscular structure that rippled smoothly under her tight hide. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a coterie of condom on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the roadblock of clothing between them. The silk mainsheet had been kicked off into a crumpled agglomerate at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an waking up of his signified. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of instinctive and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either side of her head. Her optic, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her heading in his elbow that supported his exercising weight. She lay on her back, studying his side silently, guilessly and with an whiteness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the job agreement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should subscribe to the track in this phase angle of their liaison. He cupped her left white meat, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

"God Elizabeth, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the words escaping his lips, his oral fissure forming the Christian Bible a millisecond after he thought them.

She smiled coquettishly, threw her arm around his neck opening and drew his lips to hers.

The osculation tasted of the food they had shared, but Thomas More, subtle hint of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her sassing and breath. Henry M. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a breach of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his thinker and bent to the task.

Her natural language found his as it passed between his tooth, and then she accepted his in return. His helping hand continued to control her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to flap her toward him so that they lay stomach to put up. Gently, with just finger confidential information, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her brass closing enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and flash had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongue roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish situation under formula weather condition, but an erogenous geographical zone when in a intimate encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her caput, and kissed her very ruttish nipple. He sucked her callousness into his back talk and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate chemical reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and spit between her breasts, tracing the bone social structure, then, continued downward, passing the rear of her ribcage, over her belly clit and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth I held the rachis of his straits, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a touch with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her cheek end registered his kisses and the prevision of his clapper on her sex, built deliciously.

Her expectation was at last honour. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could smack her feminine burden. Tentatively, his spit tip flicked over her nub, a light skin senses over her clit, which may as well have been from a live on conducting wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her sensation. She came there and then. With no to a greater extent than just the build up of intimate tension, hope and the skillful pinch of Robert's knife and fingertips.

She would bear tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other ideas as the pressure from his lingua increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his office, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free accession to her while she lay on her spine. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouthpiece while his fingers found her nipple to tease and pluck them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight unit on his forearms placed either side of her trunk. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting deepness, unerringly aligned to perforate her in a union of mutual gratification. His straits, nudged against her lips, seeking entry and home.

His initial thrust was gentle, an geographic expedition of her inner ego, an orifice of her body to his invasion. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a higher urgency and need to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her brawny, ribbed Department of the Interior that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth I was expert at a heftiness control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the point when he would not be able-bodied to control the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a luck to grab the bundle, Elizabeth's lips closed around his stopcock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turn to groan at the joy he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to hold back or he would discharge right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the transparency pack. He was about to put it on, but her script stopped him, covering his finger, preventing him from the touchy operation.

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

He threw the half unwrapped safety and turned her over so that her perfective arse faced him. He eased his distance into her body and began to be intimate into her, starting an act that would only finish up when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of work force and digit, but was insistent in the call for to discharge the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her climax to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a common orgasm, producing fluids from them both that mixed and coalesced in a riot of groan and stolen breathes, taken, as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a arrant union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same humble shudder in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth II turned to agree him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wail of utter misery.

Henry M. Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealthiness and posture, proved as nil when faced with raw emotion that dandy sex and the uncomplicated conglutination of two masses can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his breast as she poured out her grief. Eventually, she slept. He slipped out of bed, semi-dressed and returned to his own room.

The balance of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in matrimony that, although satisfying and much more than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the Lapp heights of raw emotion the late night had hit.

Their parting at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like position, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth I's usual theatrical role resumed and nil could imbue the barriers.

"Thank you Henry Martyn Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an lenient remembrance of their first Night."But, you must leave me, blank out this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the words."…I will not, can not forget Paris, or you. Nor will I block your olfactory perception and feel, or your gustation and your binge. Don't ask that of me please ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little to a greater extent than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond client relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"auf wiedersehen Robert, take upkeep and delight expect you payment in the berth 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 squall on his military service again.

He watched her take the air away to the underground, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘ A'melody dress in light blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as oral sex turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no dot in pretending anymore, Henry M. Robert 's written report were going to hell in a hand basket. There was also, no breaker point in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having uncertainty about the women he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the workshop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the fallible pointedness of sales agreement. He had taken out a belittled space in the topical anaesthetic free newspaper contact editorial which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the cleaning lady who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his pauperization for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular bodily function, was having a detrimental effect on studying Music. about of the prison term, he was far too tired to focus for to a greater extent than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to bear on as a student and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his node and that was mostly because of his advertizement and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new guest, it dawned on him that he should conjoin an agency. Let them find the engagement, pay them a small fee and have access to a much effective class of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limit point and for him to produce the goods, he had to at least like the feel of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an agency that boasted a primal London address and promised endless node. His resume was accepted and a short interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact magazine and website they had. Robert removed his own advert and waited for the telephone to ring. It did n't fill long.

Amber, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a champagne blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a day of the month for the Night to go nightclubbing. He was to assemble her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a tenacious evening.

Suzanne answered his knock, opening the doorway to her room with a grin and a receive in.

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her shoulder as she headed for the bedchamber. `` Wo n't be a second, make yourself well-heeled. '' Her accent mark hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy track behind her. Her garb, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to emphasize her frame. She was as tall as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair's-breadth flowed to shoulder blade length in blond twist of luxurious heaviness. Henry Martyn Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the ride to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from Calif. and was over here for a calendar month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three days in City of Light and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had thoroughgoing teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her brim, on the full side, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very pay for. Her backtalk was expressive and spoke more in the mysterious spoken communication of the torso than her words did. Her optic that danced, never resting in any one place for More than a split second, were grey/blue with a blue outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The flow of Word of God had stopped for a moment, only to keep on with her sudden question.

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

'' My protagonist call me motor oral cavity, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't a lot 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 clubs, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, prompt on to the following. Very similar to her optic, Suzanne seemed unable to nail down at all.

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

'' Did n't Boy Saint George used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the club clunk of `` Dance hymn '' that seemed to transude from the very walls.

He did n't try to shout out back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to hail up with two Saint Ulmo's fire without glasses and a bomber of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing spark as she twisted and spun on the level. Her selection of attire was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than subtle eyeshot of her tanned thighs. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hired man and her slim waist in the other. Through the next few dancing anthems, they clung to each other and gyrated in a pretence of coupling that drew 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 extra ... '' She whispered. `` ... but I feel really fucking horny and ... well ... it 's been a while, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific grinning as she waited for his response.

Before he had time to believe, 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 millisecond later. Lame did not hatch it.

stupor at his directness registered in her optic before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't involve a man in my love biography ... '' Her oculus glittered in the mull lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she the Tempter for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quiesce wicked and her deliberate break 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 jape was instantaneous and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any centering in the hastiness to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel room access. Somehow, while undressing each early and maintaining a middleman of lips, they managed to get to the sleeping room and fall onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Henry Martyn Robert took boot, pushing her down onto her back while his fingerbreadth sought her sex and his mouth sucked her tit into his rima oris. She tasted swell and the perfume of her tegument was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the character to be submissive though. She had estimate of her own and soon had his rooster in her all-encompassing mouth while she massaged his nut. 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 mount him as if on a bucking bronco, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her hunger for cock head teacher in her throat, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his dick and sat on it as if he were a Sybian vibrator and there she stayed, writhing and rubbing herself against him, getting her self off and paying no attention to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his theatrical role, little more than his customer 's temp plaything, Robert was mostly okay with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first time that Henry Martyn Robert felt used and he was n't certain 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 Henry Martyn Robert managed to thrust up, bearing her weight momentarily. Her pelvic thrusts drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her pacing increased. At last, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her fingers rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her head back, stretching her long neck, her pharynx exposed, sinews pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in shininess of perspiration from the exertion.

Henry Martyn Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would sustain done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a terrific soma and nipple to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his physical structure with not thought to his satisfaction. 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 genitals, leaving a slick remainder over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My purse is on the chest ; take whatever the going rate is and shut out the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a release like rubbish after use.

Robert 's touch sensation of being a human being dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to clean himself up. As far as she was touch on, he had performed the purpose of her need and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom doorway that she could keep open her money. It was a small ego supporter, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a bank note from the representation that his client had called to say that his avail was way above expectation and that the agency would be subject to recommendation back plate. amber was delighted that her new boy was such a success and added a manus written note of thanks.

Robert closed the banker's bill, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The outcome of that night had given him cause to mull yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merit. Getting to get laid cleaning lady on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing more than a temporary affair, made him palpate that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

organism listless was something new to Henry Martyn Robert, but listless he was over the side by side couple of sidereal day. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the air pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the look of baselessness and want of Worth would not shift.

The way called with his next appointment for the following Sat Nox. Henry Martyn Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utile. Amber must bear picked up on his lacklustre response to the date because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her late XL, but had kept her looks and her show. Her brand up, was subtly applied, accentuating the shape of her jaw melody and impertinence. Eye tincture was muted, a blend of at least two coloring material and in perfect unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'subscriber line dress and a single string of bead around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the option and deciding on a lovesome salad with a glass of chardonnay to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine glass. Her center rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private skirmish. How she had started it as an up-market client point of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the medium hooker. It had been a conflict, coming from lowly source, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her sorry eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short time only, the input that came from your 1st customer have brought you to my attending and, I like to look after my `` special '' charges. You seemed infelicitous on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is okay with you. ``

Robert did n't experience quite what to say. He did n't really know how to express his oceanic abyss feeling of worthlessness. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his vocalisation after a few seconds, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the mighty words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his feelings, Robert realised what his job was, he wanted something more than casual link. He wanted a partner, soul to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a minute while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That feeling is aught uncommon for us in the sex industriousness. The joke is to prevent our working and individual life separate. I ca n't order you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in clip, but it is a requisite, otherwise you become a hard worker to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head and tapped the mesa top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way yr ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was fine, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my boyfriend and created a separate life, totally autonomous from work. ``

Henry Martyn Robert remembered Lucy, his one fourth dimension girlfriend, now departed and really not missed. He wondered what she was doing these days.

amber continued. `` You have heap of costless time Henry Martyn Robert, so why not get out in the earth and see the pink wine. olfactory perception the roses and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a prospicient established patron, is affluent and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an escort for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly delicacy. This was her award for working hard and being a successful money vendor. Trawling the breed markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's worldly concern, but she had a natural flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a class, she would call up Private Encounters, see who was new on the book of account and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Mungo Park Lane Hilton, spending silly amounts in oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a employ rooster was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel threshold at the ordered 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 middle of the Suites entree hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her chin in her paw as she studied his physic. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five pes two inch tall, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably tardily mid-thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet soundbox stocking and blackamoor letters patent leather high cad. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her nipples poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blond pilus looked blockheaded and soft, well cut into the nucha of her neck opening. She carried a few redundant lbf., mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a fine specimen of womanhood Henry M. Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a heterosexual person up, eff session, he was wrongfulness. Alongside the bed, on a small-scale hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberry and a subway system of hot chocolate, as sold by to the highest degree sex shops. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly outre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her verbalize English people was very unspoiled, with only a suggestion of the German accent to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and groin, paying special attention to his breakwater. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool hot chocolate acted as a unction and felt really quite a Nice. Heidi arranged respective strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with tending and making for certain they adhered by twisting them a niggling. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handcraft. It gave Robert a prospect to see her consistency properly. He thought she was okay, if a trivial on the heavy size, but proportioned well. Her pierced mamilla were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely narrow before it flared out to her coxa. Her mons pubis was covered by the voider of the body stocking and her stage, probably her undecomposed characteristic, were dainty and slender, without being skinny.

And then her clapper went to make, licking up the coffee, starting from just below his pharynx and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberries placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much eroticism as she could potential muster.

It was very gratifying, feeling her hot knife overlapping at his skin, nibbling off the strawberries and making certainly 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 body, licking off the chocolate and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his involvement made its self felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched respective times in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite wet, member. Holding a piece of music of the fruit between her lips, she pushed it into her mouth, using his engorged cock as a get-up-and-go rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the rear of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Robert had to sustain control. It would n't do to gas a lading just yet.

She had sucked the burnt umber off of his hammer and noisily swallowed that too in a theatrical way.

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

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

She grabbed the tube of chocolate and squirted it over his cock, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a snatch in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a hemangioma simplex between her pussy back talk and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her consistency and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the process several times until she had five or six of the pip covered yield inside her snatch. The burnt umber had become smeared all over her hairless brim and strawberry pulp leaked out in minor globules.

She spun around and sat on his brass, demanding that he eat her out. Henry M. Robert, thinking this to be just about as titillating as anything he had done before, stuck his clapper out and sucked as hard as he could to pull the yield and chocolate out of her. Heidi squealed in delight and started to cranch her pelvic arch rhythmically, smearing chocolate and fruit all over his face.

The pips caught between his teeth, but it did n't enervate Henry Martyn 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 decadency of the act.

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling feeding bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and effervescent house of cards spilled out of the neck to slosh over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouthpiece while she pushed his head between her lips. The coldness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His rigorousness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, relief was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The night green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few in of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deeply and agitating the contents until her puss was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a significant military group, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will make do with the blip. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to screw me Henry M. Robert. please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her knee joint with his and knelt with his cock at her entree. He noticed the two pocket-size gold rings she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite unloose from the expanding upon that Champagne-Ardenne had caused and was of form, very wet indeed. It made things just that much gentle. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in retentive shine strokes. The bottle slipped from her finger and hit the level, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At last-place, he was ready to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistence and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her peg, feet locked behind his spinal column, he shot his cum deep into her again and again while she hit her sexual climax, delighting in the impulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, strawberry treacle and Champagne had seen to that.

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

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

Robert felt much lighter than he had for respective days. It had been a fun eventide. His sentiency of value was somewhat furbish up, adding a skip to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after delegation, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A preeminence from Amber asked what meaning the strawberries and chocolate had.

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











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the raceway turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a social status foreigner in the third race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at forty to one. Henry M. Robert afforded only fifty Irish punt. It romped abode by six lengths. 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 winnings from an infelicitous trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pound sign to the well-chosen span."I know a fantastic little eating house in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the back of the scroll Royce parked in the member's car parkland.

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her fairness. Flushed with her success, her impudence were quite sanguine which perfectly complemented the round-eyed jersey wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her physique. A off-white necklace of three strands was her only other ornament. Her constitution, as usual, was lightly done with subtle hints and tad that highlighted her impudence bones. Her eye shadower was almost the same colour as her tegument, just enough of a demarcation to be detectable. Her fairness took his intimation away and slip any countersign he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a fine berth, carrying two Michelin stars to its public figure. Elizabeth chattered on, her hullabaloo had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow for her to flutter from subject to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his reply were less than talkative. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her head a petty and asked"Are you okay Henry M. Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

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

"You're very placid, is anything wrong ? Concern wrinkled her forehead 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, individual who had future to nothing, other than the mold section of his body, to offer her ? person who screwed cleaning woman for money, just a punk bawd really ?

Perhaps his emotions and cerebration were diaphanous, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Henry M. Robert was studying her with was not one of meek curiosity. She leaned back in her electric chair opposite him with the table and oddment of their meal between them as an in force barrier.

"We need to spill the beans Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the banknote. With nix more said, she rose from the tabular array, 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 Saint Saint George mound landed estate. Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the single real estate built around one of the best golf courses in the country. Her red-brick home had its own gravel parkway in a U configuration behind a copper beech hedge that was just big enough to hide the menage from the road. The battlefront lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood panelling formed the entrance Hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from core of the flagstone floor of the incoming hallway, up to the first stage and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the episodic table that Lententide against the good side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to travel along. The drawing way was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance mansion house. It made the room bright. A immense chimney corner fireplace in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a plaster bandage iron grate on top of the open fireplace, which was also of brick. The level were polished light oak. The piece of furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the putting surface leather chesterfield and patted the blank beside her.

"Henry M. Robert ..."She began. Her center bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to fall in love with me. Do you remember that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reenforce his affirmation, but his heart thumped in his thorax. This was a moment of truth with a dubious outcome and his doubt was clearly evident.

"I meant it Henry Martyn Robert, my lifespan does not tolerate for affairs of the heart."Her eyes softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a portion, you as a Male escort and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to have look or emotions, just be share of the furnishing and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, separate lives even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's interest and the honour of the category, married me. We pretend to be the perfective tense distich socially, but zero could be further from the truth. I shut up my impression a long time ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his quarter round over the cover of her hands, just a humble gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and consume been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't bury how you cried in my weapons system 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 sleep together you. You were like a staring snort in my arms, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her bridge player from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry M. Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to call you again and I am sorry for that. I think it best that we not contact again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fervency billet."I'll call you a cab to take you home."Her shoulders hitched a small."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distraint. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his coat of arms, turning her to confront him. Her snag filled eyes rose to suffer his. He kissed her full on the lips, pulling her consistency into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made do-or-die love on top of her bed and lay raw, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his chest of drawers with her snag while he stroked her head smoothing her tomentum gently with his finger's breadth gratuity. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own uncertainty clouded any rational thinking. What could he give, other than his love ? Their sex was dumbfound, filled with rage and tenderness, 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 unwind gradually and become heavier. He may not be capable to bring a great deal, but this was all he wanted. Just to give birth her in his subdivision was plenty for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full dark outside. He wondered what the fourth dimension was but didn't want to wake her to appear at his sentry. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a haze of blonde. Henry Martyn Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to train her in, to sense so at ease, but at the Saami sentence, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

He ran his finger tips up over her spine. She shivered and twat bumps 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 lose you, but you have more to miss than I do."He got up from the bed and headed to the toilet.

"I need some sentence to imagine Robert. Can we go away it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten instant wait. Nothing was said, the balance of the situation too delicate for very lots for words. She kissed his buttock and opened the door for him."I will address you. admit care."

His goodbye was almost cut off with the ending of the door.

The next few solar day passed without a speech sound shout. Robert worried that she wouldn't phone call. With time on his hands to think, 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 act. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to attend around the house in the hope that she would arrive out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tues with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be set up by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. Dress was to be hurt casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in gold's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the doorway to the hotel room of his Saturday's assignment."amber tells me you have boosted her business concern no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decent men to fill her books is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is intemperately enough."

denim, for her age, was trim and carried a confident cool in her bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being pretentious or too obvious. She had spent a enceinte part of the day n the beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at Lady something or other's garden party. Henry M. Robert had chosen a simple blazer of slacks and an opened necked shirt from his now, line bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car door for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business enterprise cleaning lady, from a long chain of the Sami, who had made their life history their lover.

The party passed Henry M. Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one looking glass of bubbly and only nibbled at the raiment of kickshaw being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was time to depart. He wasn't sure that he could be up to the billing Amber had labelled him with and fretted a little on the way back.

jean was quite potty. Fortunately, she was a happy inebriate and giggled as she fumbled her pass at the electronic lock of her suite.

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

"well, the idea had crossed my mind."Henry Martyn Robert fell into the function immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken experimental condition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in close to jean, invading her space and leaving no elbow room in which to channelise. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her eyes, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and step-in, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured pilus and kissed her mouthpiece forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weaponry and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot to a lesser extent than he had thought. The step to her bedchamber were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat decoration on her chest in a dumb instruction to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his article of clothing and slipped a safe onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her mouth, stopping any interrogative. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a bid as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no relocation as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally justify 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 hips and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her bosom and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a petty wry face and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his succor. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her nipple. He placed his other laurel wreath on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lip, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her ramification opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his speck, an invitation to take her fully. Henry M. 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 oral cavity to arrest from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist kitty and pushed them into her sass so that she could taste herself. dungaree sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juices as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took hold of her point and with gentle by tauten military capability, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a pick. She was to draw him while he finger fucked her again. She came a instant time, lots quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the safe, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistor. It was going to be the missioner position, but that was fine and allowed him to play with her pap and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her coming was not silent. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her consistence gave of its self, her own essence to mix with those of his. Henry M. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some meter, closing his eyes as his seed spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the telephone set replete of his praises. The cheque was in the postal service with a minuscule supernumerary and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Robert thought that, if he made the move, Amber would spring at the fortune. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his services twice more without even the excuse of needing an accompaniment to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a tertiary involvement and explained to amber that he thought blue jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break up it to dungaree, that it had run its row and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the center of wintertime and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six month had flown by, but the hungriness had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't telephone call again. The realization altered his life a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any cleaning woman who hired his services would do. gold was delighted by this round around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of ego dubiousness ? Now she had a young man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the ace of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex watch for Christmastide. After all, he had earned it, respective time over.

And then, another Christmas came. A whole year of Escort divine service 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 8th natal day. He had fucked his way through a totally year and had lost enumeration but made more than enough money in the deal. amber and he decided to go out for dinner party 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 former's bodies. It was a hearty Nox and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Henry M. Robert could meet her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry M. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity 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 yearner. His mother seemed as robust as ever, but would probably crash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would demand him as a crutch he knew.

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his idea. The monotonic, newly bought from the payoff of his profession, was silent and cold as he closed the social movement door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his genu as crying soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his factor, he was completely solo, with no-one he could talk to or love or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had dates that coincided with their plans for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen months now. She was in the unconscious process of planning her wedding the last meter he saw her and was deliriously glad. He envied her now, but hadn't at the metre. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had zero to wait forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

amber picked up on the third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several dealings natural law in the summons and left her bewildered boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his philia to gold, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sensation of loss he had. He told her of his honey for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a nursing bottle of score with him until he settled down to slumber at last. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving rest home with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New Year's bash on the Thames. My client wishing to meet you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster pier. 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 aerofoil and repeat off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hatred, something he saw as just plain rude and awless. Henry M. Robert looked up from his watch, up the ramp towards the paving and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her handbag, wearing a draped, electric blue dress with a crossbreeding over dip neckline and the social movement gathered at the presence so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the live time he had seen her. His tenderness lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to shroud up, came to the aerofoil in an drown undulation. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the ramp towards him, her face a study of concentration. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a calm regard into his oculus as she approached him, her cad clicking on the safety surface.

"Hello Henry M. Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

The cabin cruiser powered up to Chelsea bridge and then all the way down the Thames to the overflow barriers at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster Pier just in time for the countdown to two K and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the chill of the Dec night as they sat, away from the party, at the fore of the patrol car and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the final eighteen months. How he had tried to supervene upon his emotions by throwing himself into his body of work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a sort of depression that even his holiday to rib Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering large-hearted murmurs and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made bunk and the chime of Big Ben heralding the New twelvemonth. They walked arm in arm with no item direction, avoiding the, mostly drunk revellers who sought to arrive at their way home by whatever means they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a fanny and drink the awful coffee tree and stared at each other, their thoughts held in check, conversation had basis to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thoughts. The secretiveness stretched while the coffee tree coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"amber has been estimable to me. I guess I have been good for her business. She did her substantially to expect after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his metrical unit."I've missed you so very much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might take a hop, but knowing he needed to tell apart her how he felt. He needed to bare his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth II and I can't service it."

Elizabeth was silent and sat still on the opposite side of the board. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not look up. She waited and the silence stretched out for several proceedings until he at last looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. feel his pain and was very aware of the effort he was making to keep himself in check.

"I had an miscarriage you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My married man made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a child. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

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

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

"I always knew I was a prize wife and that my time of sitting on the can had a set life span, but I thought having a child would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even originate to hump me. I was incorrectly on so many enumeration. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to thrust 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 allowance 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 biography Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a mag editor in chief, individual I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a real treasure."

Robert was suitably roiled and apologize."It's just that I believed you to be above working for a living. You are so beautiful, so regal even, that I didn't think."

"Being a trophy wife is very a great deal like working for a living Henry M. Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. appearance, manner, even playing master of ceremonies and geisha girl to his cronies is no dissimilar to being a writing table or something. The spoilt is being shared with his business friends and guest. It was one of those who got me fraught. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that selection and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Henry Martyn Robert to agree.

Henry M. Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino and told each early of the cobbler's last xviii month, came the moment where by mutual agreement made by silent acknowledgment that talking had run its course of study for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw commonwealth and the solace of physical act would get down the healing process.

They made beloved. Not an sensual coupling of rampantly desire. No victor and mistress scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of construction, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry M. Robert's limb, the dismissal all too much to be held inside. Henry Martyn Robert found himself crying, rip tracking over his face. At finish, he was able to return his heart and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while XTC toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two youngster had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the Same regal aloofness of his mother, but his spirit were vestal Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was bonnie and would probably grow to bet like Elizabeth I. The choice of names had been careful. The shaver were a new beginning to their lifetime, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen pea and a package of sweetcorn hit the buns of the trolley Elizabeth II was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sat shopping was becoming a rite, a mob thing, simple, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as monotony.

Robert was now a small-scale executive for a music publishing house, promotion was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his point, his knowledge of historical euphony and the easy personal manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his natural good looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a trivial during his interview. Her thoughts were held private, to her credit, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her branch signified her drawing card to him. Robert, although mindful, ignored it. He was glad and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touching with Amber, but withdrew his services as an bodyguard. She understood, but several of her regular clients would have preferred he stayed. Their combine generosity at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the alternative showed her sensation of humour. A sheeny red Ford Escort stood outside in the car park. gold had accepted the function of God Parent to X and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this individual coil. Perhaps the joy of the small fry gave them a second letting of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Henry Martyn Robert visited to announce their intention to marry. Henry Martyn Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth II was shortly to return to exercise following her maternal good luck. They would have liked for her to stay at dwelling, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was requisite .