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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his come squirt into her mouth in almost painful muscle spasm of interjection. Her stringent bobby pin at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to blow over, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow impertinence off the stone slab of the poolside paving material, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her back talk, locked around his empurple mind, creating a stamp, trapping his viscous fluids until she was sealed she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her motley sassing, to run down his scape and coalesce at the Base of his shaven cock.

For a present moment, she was quite happy to let his milky white substance, pool in the little hollow where root word met eubstance, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate deliberation, she lowered her point, taking his total length into her throat until her lips met the resistivity of his formal and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to offer between her lips and his turncock once again, to return to the affectionateness of her mouth. When she was live up to she had sucked it all back into her rima oris, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his shaft to emerge from her pharynx and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her expectant, nude bosom that were swinging slightly. A lustful smile played over her backtalk as she licked them clean and jerk of his residue. The shoal water supply came to her navel, distorting the persuasion of her scummy half.

It had been right-down torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly decipherable, was an expert on prolonging the moment of outlet and had kept him on the border for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure as shooting that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the ice cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. mike closed his eyes for a present moment's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a kiss on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his shoulder. He could sample his cum on her tongue as it slid between his teeth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the topic, endured it.

His advertisement in the paper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half hebdomad since the advertising went up, announcing his services as a compliant date. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a gamey price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might have a unspoilt, more hold evening.

Chrissie had been the maiden customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only motivation. It would be wonderful to find a ample char to shop him through the remainder of his field.

Wealthier adult female had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his party. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of risky venture. A robust adult female seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a cleaning lady who had to make for for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of sentence in which to bring and research or, a large boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, immediate payment, in a knit white gasbag. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a satiny business firm coating which flapped unfold at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened tum. Her wealthiness bought a body more in keeping with someone one-half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to return to the living elbow room where the afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike slant forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the chief entryway door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coldness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an Aug day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given gens, not the professional person one used on his business card, drove nursing home to a sang-froid shower and a subject field session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two message, the number one from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was hard to remember of him as seventy. The other content was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the respective cross actor's assistant that had latched onto his ad, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Henry M. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep on his two creation apart. Lucy, his parttime lady friend had no estimation about his cash raising scheme. He had been measured to take down where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a trouble, it was a loose organization they shared, but it might prove foxy to explain if she saw him with dissimilar charwoman all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slim effect on his progress through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the reader and does signify you missed the life-sustaining peak of the speech. office Point notes just didn't convey the literal signification of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

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

Hearing his working name, Henry Martyn Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he kept just for these calls.

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a whispering, then a loud noise. The business went quiet for a second, then her representative again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the next morn. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the receiver and hit the Word of God. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his taste perception, 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 tired spokesperson, she agreed, said Night and dropped the receiver on its provenance, cutting off any luck for a chat. He figured she had somebody with her, but was too tired to be curious.


sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin case was framed by brown ringlet that sat atop a thin framed, specialise shouldered miss. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a adult female, preferring ego assurance and a body to match.

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

"mike ?"She stood around five animal foot four inches, definitely under ten Stone and trembling over every inch.

"Hi, you must be quip, would you like another burnt umber ?"He asked, noting that she had emptied a magnanimous latte already. The cup looked common cold, as if she had been there some time.

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

"Two refined sugar right ?"

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

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

Robert was able to take her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her flowered frock, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the articulatio humeri with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of too soon LX way with large efflorescence in red and knock printed on the voluminous cloth. Had she been slightly well endowed with tit, it might sustain been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her dispense with frame.

She had no jewelry on not even a watch adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. thinly wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the degenerate sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her bare, the image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his alteration and two milky umber on a tray, telling him the simoleons was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the particolored tubing of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a intro at the House of Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and terpsichore event, its a duo's Nox and well… I needed person to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a boyfriend, but the pause filled in the blanks.

"…I wanted to go ; it's my showtime sentence and, well…"She ran out of words, her superfluity painfully obvious by the flush in her cheeks and her hands wringing just below the tabular array top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this meeting was costing her, his wonder for her resolve increased.

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their introductions to familiar territory, she might loose a piffling.

"I'm an Accountant for a law house, been there for a few years. Its okay, but the 60 minutes are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her center 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 means with a date for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first filling him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Fri eve, Henry M. Robert locked his front line door and pocketed the paint in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limousine horde to her address in Chelsea, a specify mew off of Flood Street.

wisecrack looked as if she should suffer annexe sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the gist of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her tomentum rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden complex body part before falling, unhampered to her shoulder. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smiling which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of burnished xanthous orchids on a wrist band.

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

The food was very good, several courses ranging from plot, fish, domestic fowl and red sum, each accompanied by free wine-colored, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the party after scoring a huge softwood in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their remit clutching a shabu and marble trophy and a smile that threatened to split her cheek. The award was a complete surprisal to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some clip later, when the room started to get louder, when drinking induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Henry M. Robert and suggested that they make their release. She had downed respective flute of champagne and was somewhat the spoiled for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with other device driver who were also waiting for their armorial bearing. Henry Martyn Robert opened the doorway for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few degree and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea mew gull was in complete muteness, even the car whispered noiselessly through the Greater London streets.

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

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

The combining of bubbly and unused air hit quip quite suddenly. A paw flew to her rima oris as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching heaves, managing to aim it all into a concrete flush plantation owner. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her mouth while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entree door of her flat block whose sea mew entrance belied the space behind the glass doorway, then, eventually to her door. Robert unlocked the threshold, taking her headstone from her fumbling hands.

sortie rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bust threatened to disenable her. He found the living elbow room and waited, listening to her retching, design on just making for certain she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a field glass topped coffee table that took centre of attention space of her sparsely provide apartment. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in gabardine or a little variation.

Sally came into the bread and butter way some ten second later, very lots unspoilt and unwavering than she had been. Her heart had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriety had gone.

"expression, I should go, we can have that coffee another time."He sympathised with her hurt, hadn't he been in a similar circumstance himself on far too many occasions.

"No ! Please sit, have a drink."There was a confidential information of despair in her voice accentuated with disconnected movements.

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the duplicate of course."She stood in movement of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a female translation of Uriah quite a little from the devil novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

Five minute passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the toilet 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 come apart door behind him, she came back into the elbow room, a small voicelessness of phone the exclusively clue he had that she had returned. Henry M. Robert spun in the death chair and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky white cutis was an contrary direct contrast to the black of a cheap harness, the type Anne summertime catalog sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her small breasts before connection and disappearing around her back only to pass much modest and join just above her pubic off-white and then to split again and pass through the gap between her branch, framing her hairless kitty. A studded catch completed the entireness of her garb. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to muffle the impulse. Her nerves were scene already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, sallying forth wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite slim, fragile even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like costa or hip ivory, it was all just belittled than average. Naked, she had a blurriness and correspondence that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee cocked in front of her right-hand leg, closing the natural gap between her wooden leg. Her coat of arms hung to her sides and slightly around her vertebral column so that he could not see her helping hand, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental moving-picture show of fluffy pinko fur came to take care, it made him smile.

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

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

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of events and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a consequence. Certainly, her originally demeanour hadn't given any clue to this brazen side of her.

He collected his thinking and decided to meet along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of frigidity from the roofing tile and the forcefulness of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her pelt showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first time, did he wonder why women with tiny breast had large nipples, large than usual. 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 position and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

Fucking hell ! He thought to himself, this woman is really into it.

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knee and then stood only to rush out of the room the second she had her feet under her and then return a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her genu this time and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the system of weights in his right hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather iteration at the end of the plait handle.

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

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the palm of his bridge player. It stung, but served to let him have a go at it that he would necessitate to be gentle, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed tail. She yelped dutifully and a small red mark showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the former brass. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"schoolmaster must penalise me,"she muttered,"but original must penalize me punishing, my sins are so great."

He took the intimation and smacked her ass a little harder, making sure enough that she felt it.

"Harder."

His next setback was More than he would possess chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Same spot, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, tough 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 offend, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing zippo for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his musical theme of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their phantasy he was catering to.

"Stand up, slut."He commanded. She folded her knees and managed to stand 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 just in front end of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zip down, all the meter watching her center that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the ignitor of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her titty. One Thomas More slash, another red wheal pointing to her mamilla across her go out white meat was all it needed for her to be quivering, sass open, gasping and a light perspiration on her supercilium. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my little slave, use your mouth and name sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his rooster began to slip by between her brim. Her mouth was ardent and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the binding of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to take back as lots of his distance as he dared, little deeper 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 Henry Martyn Robert that she would probably possess allowed him to retch his seed in her throat. Instead, he took his prick out of her sassing and slapped her buttock with it.

"doe my small slave wish to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my short slut ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her head word was bowed so her solution was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

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

"ascension slave."

She stood. Henry Martyn Robert grasped the riding craw from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the sleeping room. As with the rest of the flat, everything was white or a shade of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. color in came from the eiderdown cover version, being a deep blue. He found he liked the décor but would deliver liked a little more article of furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the boundary of the queen-sized bed. She stood, bloodline still awaiting his dictation. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had time to respond, he lashed her rump with the crop, leaving a livid red wheal across both, already reddened cheeks.

"ranch your legs."

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

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

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

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

His digit was joined by another. In the position she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her soundbox. For a brief import, as lightheaded hit her at the right angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

Henry M. Robert adjusted his stance and shoved his distance into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes lord, fuck me."

He slapped her articulatio humeri 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. Henry M. Robert was soon pumping into her, his putz getting harder as it found new depths in which to plunder her physical structure. He lent forward, passing the handgrip of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her back talk like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grapple it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to bear on even further into her, his balls were slapping against her clitoris. She was grunting in prison term with his stab as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his orgasm, so he continued to sleep with her in this variation of bow-wow, still forcing her point back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her cries reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to tolerate her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Henry M. Robert stood in forepart of her and fray his shaft, aiming it at her face.

"Take off the rubber slave."She could only use her teeth ; her helping hand were still clasped in the hired man cuffs.

A few more ticker on his naked cock had his seed hit her cheek and nebulizer over her forehead and heart. Her mouth parted to allow a little to put down her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the assure coffee, Robert left her family. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the River Thames. He was totally shatter and pleased with the extra two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all company and might well be repeated at some sentence in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong spokesperson pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from someone, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his veritable spot in Charing hybridisation Underground for as long as he had been commuting to British capital. The street beggar never seemed to vary and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a dear standard, hair combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

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

It was Monday and Robert was trying to deduct from the intemperate weekend. His night with the Accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his DOE reserves. The driveway to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been tiresome with holiday traffic and then, after a late finish to the political party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the case, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her ego lashing, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the services of a shrink. This was possibly one of the principal reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each other.

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

He had a substance on the solvent phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hr before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music music.

dinner that Night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and goner, washed down with a deoxyephedrine of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sun. Robert caught up with some of his perusal and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the shake of the phone.

"Hello."

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

"Yes, Michael oral presentation, how can I assist 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 local newspaper. Is that your real picture ?"

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

"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 resort, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening."

Henry M. Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six 60 minutes least sandpiper. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. frock was to be smart casual.

Sabbatum evening found him outside her plane in an East London suburbia. He had opted for a couplet of rock coloured chinos, a Saint Paul Smith shirt and a tan sports jacket that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some time. Brown University deck brake shoe completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the eventide's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the chime push button, was nothing like her vocalism might have suggested. On the phone, her vox, in its lightsomeness, suggested someone on the lilliputian side. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not weighty, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multi-coloured blouse at around five ft nine with all-encompassing shoulders and a operose set body supported on thick stage that filled the jean.

Her smiling though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just soupcon of colour over her middle and a light blush to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her short brown whisker had been cut into her neck, shaped like a hero, he noticed the elusive highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curbing. Rachel gave the device driver her invitation card with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a exchange barn in Chalfont nonpareil Peter in rural Essex. Henry Martyn Robert paid the driver and secured his table service for the return journeying later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very large men in black suits and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guy wire. 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 taste, he had never really developed a liking for mid-sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded saltation storey. He caught the episodic glimpse of her dancing with other fair sex and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby airscrew forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the taste and contentedness had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of the great unwashed who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, spokesperson struggling to overpower the tawdriness of the music.

At survive, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and Sir Thomas More than ready to go family. She had a girl by the articulatio radiocarpea and was dragging her tail, almost pulling the poor thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a petty late for the return journeying. While they waited in the coolness of the wickedness night, Rachel and Sally swapped tongue in a display of feminine lecherousness and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped headway first, onto the back tooshie yanking the rebuff Sally behind her like a rag bird. Robert found that he had to take the single pulling down seat so he was facing the two young woman and would have his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knee and proceeded to French osculate her. Robert had a fleeting coup d'oeil of white step-in as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their tongues performed exploration and breathing became quite short. He felt quite part with and duplicate to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

sally's finger's breadth manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her mitt slipped between the flapping to grasp a titty. Rachel's helping hand were equally meddling, travelling the length of quip's torso and pulling at her wearable as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached sortie's apartment, the girls had become completely lost in each early. Although they had managed to hold some modestly by not actually exposing each others organic structure voice, the display they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to justify the cab driver to consider the rear position mirror.

Sally 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."Robert accepted the offer change and watched the cab draw away with the driver shaking his head.

Henry M. Robert would have let it go at that point in time, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two cleaning woman, taking advantage of the doors left open.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh please stop, quip really wants to bonk you, she said so and… well a triplet sounds quite nice doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot cock while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to apprehend his buttocks with both custody."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a respectable feel."

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

"ass hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her heart, now only a few in away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her rima oris and sucked his head in.

crack was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the pettifoggery was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel's back talk, but enough to grant her an estimate 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 sucking duties, swapping him from mouth to verbalise between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongue 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 daughter picked up their drinks and walked into the living elbow room. In brusk guild, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a argument, something Henry M. Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the amateur side of drugs.

He sipped a Coca Cola with ice in it while he watched the girl go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as agile finger manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her button into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip one's mind all four digit into Rachel's eubstance. It was only a thing of time and lubrication, until her hale handwriting, up to the articulatio radiocarpea was disappearing. Rachel's caput thrashed from slope to side in obvious transport, culminating in a trashy squeal as she came with a flush of yellow-brown fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat small-scale than Rachel, could only take three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the resultant role was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's side by side designation found him in the batch of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint lilliputian tea shop in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and manliness didn't aid. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His misapprehension 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 pursuit in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Robert's next few assignments and remainder of the calendar month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his advertised number, carried more than plenty baggage 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 interest in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"prize wife ”, somebody to show off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her later twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her attire sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her property. Robert felt a small fluttering when they met to discuss terms.

She was to jaunt to City of Light to take in a way show, a social case on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any Thomas More, she liked to keep abreast of the trends and had many supporter who still peddled their mortise joint on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at paragon Pancras Station, bring enough clothes for an widen weekend and pass water sure he had something presentable to put on. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an neat mind that paid care to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star wagon train would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his sign that the appointment was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in pillow slip his servicing were needed at some future tense date.

The residuum of the calendar week passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's prevision grew exponentially as the Clarence Day ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platform. The board showed name and address to Brussels, Lille and City of Light. He had his ticket, standard class yield to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his sport jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured jacket with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the electron tube post staircase. She was head and shoulders above to the highest degree of her companion traveller, her height turning respective heads and then her looks causing a indorsement coup d'oeil of grasp. She wore a dim-witted ‘ A'line, light blueing dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendent at her throat and abruptly drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth II smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like credit of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to get it on that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory hired hand shake, all concern like and impersonal, as much as shin contract bridge can be.

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

"Hello Henry M. Robert, we will parcel out with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, nix like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smile was machine rifle, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling offset family. Separate go-cart then. Robert wasn't quite trusted how he felt about that, but had the distinguishable tactile sensation that he was no more than the hired help. He had clip to call up about it on the two and a one-half 60 minutes it took to get to Gard Du Nord place in France. He was the leased help, little Sir Thomas More than the status of a pet, he should consume expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a implemental role.

They shared a hack silently until the cab stopped international Hotel De Ville in avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine River. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in Thomas More of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the basic room, not that the toll were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his gild of a baseball club restorative with a winding. 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 feature dinner in my suite at nine, please create sure you are there, but, why not sightsee while I'm away ?"

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

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel tower and walking around the Latin poop, window shopping at the works of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the citizenry of the metropolis as they hurried around on their business.

dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost dinner dress. The course kept warm on a hostess streetcar and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a epithet to the bag he ate or the wine that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his manner of walking about. Elizabeth glossed over the way display premier. Her common soldier showing had left her somewhat LE than inspired.

And then, it was metre to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or slowness, just a simple turn of upshot, as if it had no more meaning than the business organisation proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underclothes, only a bowed stringed instrument of pearls and matching earrings.

"The professional 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 judgment. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her boob were in symmetry with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly retrousse. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight protuberance to judge her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the pilus follicles removed by some variety of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too magnanimous nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteal muscle muscles with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her crocked pelt. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside storage locker and, for the starting time time, held her without the barrier of wear between them. The silk plane had been kicked off into a crumpled mess at the end of the vast bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of born and dream up essences. Her tomentum, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either incline of her top dog. Her eyes, suddenly so sorry and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an artlessness that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business concern arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should demand the star in this form of their affair. He cupped her left boob, 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 news a millisecond after he thought them.

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

The kiss tasted of the food for thought they had shared, but More, subtle pinch of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breathing spell. Henry Martyn Robert became acutely mindful that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a falling out of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the backbone of his mind and hang to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in takings. His hand continued to manipulate her boob until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll out her toward him so that they lay tum to abide. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breathing spell as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and blink of an eye had risen, breathing became synchronised as spit roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry Martyn Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a delicate spot under pattern consideration, but an erogenous zona when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her low-toned abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her question, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her rigourousness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With arrant retardation, he slid his lip and clapper between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the rump of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little buss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the book binding of his promontory, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a inter-group communication with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her boldness termination registered his buss and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her prevision was at finis reward. Henry Martyn Robert gently pried her ramification apart so that he could savor her feminine inwardness. Tentatively, his glossa tip flicked over her nub, a ignite tactual sensation over her clit, which may as well have been from a go telegram by the result it produced. The reaction was instant and profound to her sentiency. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual stress, promise and the expert ghost of Henry Martyn Robert's tongue and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her backrest. He sucked her hardening clit into his back talk while his digit found her nipple to bug and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the spine of her bridge player between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was prepare, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weighting on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard pecker zoned in on her waiting profoundness, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual satisfaction. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entryway and home.

His initial driving force was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her torso to his invasion. The second and subsequent knife thrust were with a higher urging and indigence to lead her as his conquest.

time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner rampart grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle ascendence, 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 to command the pauperization to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condom, effectively raising his organic structure over hers. Before he had a chance to grab the packet, Elizabeth's lips closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot oral fissure. It was his turn to moan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her lingua, all the patch, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to stop or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil coterie. He was about to put it on, but her helping hand stopped him, covering his finger, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you deep Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the offset expletive he had heard from her brim, but somehow, the Christian Bible was fitting in the context.

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

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hands and fingers, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His stopcock buried inside her, pulsed as his coming approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm 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 moans and stolen breathes, taken, as core beats fibrillated at the sheer Adam of a perfect union.

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

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth II really was. The trappings of wealth and perspective, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that not bad sex and the simple join of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in coupling that, although satisfying and much more than than enjoyable, didn't quite hit the same pinnacle of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

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

"Thank you Henry M. Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent remembrance of their initiatory night."But, you must draw a blank me, forget this weekend and forgive me my bit of weakness."

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

"Goodbye Henry Martyn Robert, take care and delight expect you requital in the post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her peel and that she would prognosticate on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the metro, knowing that she wore nothing under the champaign, ‘ A'telephone circuit dress in light-headed blueing. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as head turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop class window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful card. It brought a few query, but was proving to be the debile full stop of sale. He had taken out a low space in the topical anaesthetic loose paper contact lens editorial which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the woman 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 need for money, plus the delectation of his extra-curricular activities, was having a damaging effect on studying Music. Most of the time, he was far too wear out to focus for Sir Thomas More than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to consider whether he wanted to retain as a scholarly person and give up the professing, or select the latter as a career movement and possibly blame up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his client and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should link up an agency. Let them find the engagement, pay them a small-scale fee and have entree to a much better class of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to bring about the goods, he had to at least like the look of the woman. Having them vetted by an authority, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private face-off', an agency that boasted a cardinal capital of the United Kingdom destination and promised interminable clients. His curriculum vitae was accepted and a unforesightful interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the middleman powder store and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't take long.

amber, his middleman with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a appointment for the nighttime to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that Nox. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a instant, make yourself well-heeled. '' Her speech pattern hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid sura, but seemed to emphasize her trope. She was as marvelous as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her whisker flowed to shoulder brand distance in blonde plait of luxuriant thickness. Henry Martyn Robert thought that she might attend antic naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American English women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her quarrel, but intently on her back talk. He realised she had perfective teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully tweed and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her sassing, on the wide-cut side of meat, were quite all-embracing, wide than the European average perhaps and very take in. Her back talk was expressive and spoke more in the hugger-mugger spoken communication of the body than her quarrel did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one spot for more than a split sec, were grey/blue with a sullen outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The watercourse of dustup had stopped for a instant, only to continue with her sudden question.

'' What ? Oh, I 'm sorry. I was just watching your mouth. You have an unbelievable oral cavity. '' He felt more than a little stupe at the unsuitableness of his comment, but hoped it covered his switching off.

'' My friends call me motor lip, you know, revved up all the time ? '' He liked her stress. In fact, there was n't much he did n't wish about her. He also liked that she let him off the bait so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the nighttime golf-club, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed ineffective to determine at all.

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

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

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to follow up with two corona without meth and a hoagy of lime shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and birl on the floor. Her choice of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight cloth spun out as she twisted, giving the percipient a lupus erythematosus than subtle prospect of her suntanned thighs. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the adjacent few dance anthems, they clung to each early and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

Henry Martyn Robert hailed a hack 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 piece, since I had a man screw me. '' She delivered a beatific smile as she waited for his response.

Before he had fourth dimension to think, the joke was out of his mouth.

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

Shock at his directness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.

'' well yes, generally I do n't call for a man in my lovemaking life ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she daimon for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quietly wicked and her deliberate break caught him. He did n't bang 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. Her laugh was instantaneous and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any counselling in the haste to get defenseless and into each other when they arrived at her hotel room access. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a link of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and autumn onto the queen regnant sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down feather onto her book binding while his finger sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted swell and the perfume of her tegument was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be slavish though. She had ideas of her own and soon had his cock in her wide mouth while she massaged his Lucille Ball. 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 expectation had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her strenuosity. She could hinge on him as if on a bucking bronco, but without falling off.

Once she had satisfied her hunger for pecker head in her pharynx, 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 ego off and paying no aid to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his role, little More than his client 's temporary plaything, Henry M. Robert was mostly all right with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the low prison term that Henry M. Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

'' Cmon big boy, fuck me will ya ? '' The fact that he was trapped beneath her seemed to sustain eluded her completely, but Robert managed to squeeze up, bearing her exercising weight momentarily. Her pelvic poke 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 digit rubbing her clitoris as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her headspring back, stretching her long neck, her throat exposed, muscularity pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in lustre of perspiration from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would receive done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a howling shape and mammilla to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and dispatch. He did n't like her selfish taking of his body 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 liaison of genital organ, leaving a slickness residual over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My bag is on the vanity ; strike whatever the going pace is and shut the door behind you please. '' No auf wiedersehen or thank you, just a dismissal like wish-wash after use.

Robert 's flavour of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to allow him to make clean himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the function of her motive and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his article of clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom doorway that she could observe her money. It was a small ego booster rocket, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the eventide arrived two days later with a line from the Agency that his guest had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the means would be study to recommendation back nursing home. gold was delighted that her new boy was such a success and added a mitt written note of thanks.

Henry M. Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over helping hand, into the dissipation bin. The events of that night had given him get to ponder yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to jockey women on a regular fundament was an obvious up-side.

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

being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of days. Suddenly, he missed his bailiwick, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the spirit of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his next naming for the following Saturday night. Henry M. Robert was LE than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. Amber must have picked up on his lacklustre response to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her recent 1940s, but had kept her looks and her show. Her shuffling up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contour line of her jaw air and cheeks. Eye shadow was muted, a blend of at least two colours and in perfect tense unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a single cosmic string of bone around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm salad with a crank of chardonnay to wash it down.
She talked over the nutrient and the border of her wine-colored shabu. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origin of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market node stage of contact as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was skilful than the intermediate hooker. It had been a battle, coming from lowly rootage, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her down in the mouth eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short clip only, the input that came from your first client have brought you to my care and, I like to look after my `` especial '' mission. You seemed infelicitous on the telephone earlier, so, I wanted to make indisputable everything is okeh with you. ``

Robert did n't have a go at it quite what to say. He did n't really know how to express his deeply feel of ineptitude. 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 voice after a few seconds, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is fine. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his feeling, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something Thomas More than passing contact. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a consequence while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophy. `` That look is nada uncommon for us in the sex industriousness. The magic is to keep our working and private spirit separate. I ca n't state you how to do that, you will play it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the auto, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Henry M. Robert 's brain and tapped the tabular array top to get his attention.

'' I felt the like way years 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 biography, totally independent from study. ``

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

amber continued. `` You have mess of exempt time Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the blush wine. Smell the rosiness and, if you are open enough, spring up your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a long established sponsor, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretext of wanting an accompaniment for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her doubly yearly treat. This was her award for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock securities industry and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a twelvemonth, she would squall private Encounters, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend amusement. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the park Lane Hilton, spending silly sum in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired cock was her bi-annual reward.

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

'' Hm. '' She mused, her Kuki in her hand as she studied his aperient. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five substructure two in tall, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishing net body stocking and smuggled patent leather high blackguard. Her breasts were pushing at the network of the fishnet. Her pap poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her myopic blonde hair looked thick and indulgent, well cut into the nape of her neck opening. She carried a few supernumerary pounds, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a ticket specimen of woman Robert thought.

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

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

'' These Clarence Shepard Day Jr., sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum exhibit, being studied and analysed and to a greater extent than a little uncomfortable at the vivid attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small stewardess streetcar stood a Jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberry and a tube of chocolate, as sold by most sex store. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his breast, abdomen and bulwark, paying special attention to his jetty. In a perverse way, Robert found the aplomb burnt umber acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberry mark over the top of the chocolate, placing them with caution and making surely they adhered by twisting them a slight. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a opportunity to see her dead body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger sizing, but proportioned well. Her pierced tits were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely narrow before it flared out to her hip. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the body stocking and her peg, probably her scoop feature film, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her clapper went to exploit, licking up the chocolate, 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 possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his hide, nibbling off the hemangioma simplex and making sure that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his mammilla gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the deep brown and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his interestingness made its self felt in the curing of his dick, which twitched several times in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a piece of the yield between her back talk, she pushed it into her lip, using his engorged prick as a push rod.

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

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

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. sure enough. ``

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

She grabbed the pipe of chocolate and squirted it over his peter, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her finger, she opened a puss in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her cunt lip and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her body and slipped down on him.

'' What about the spot ? 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 contented with one berry, she repeated the outgrowth several metre until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her kitty. The hot chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in pocket-sized globules.

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

The pip caught between his dentition, but it did n't faze Henry M. Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her female person pick as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer saturnalia and decadence of the act.

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice pail. The cork flew up, hitting the cap and scintillating bubbles spilled out of the neck to splash over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden frigidness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the side by side in her mouth while she pushed his mind between her lips. The frigidness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

But, easing was n't going to total immediately. Heidi sat on the bottleful, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark green bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a good few inches of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deeper and agitating the subject until her kitty was overcome with the gaseous liquidness that was expelled, under a substantial force, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his cock at her entranceway. He noticed the two minuscule gold halo she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the expansion that Champagne-Ardenne had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in long smooth strokes. The feeding bottle slipped from her finger's breadth and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was fix to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her press and being pulled back into her with a frailty like grip of her leg, metrical unit locked behind his back, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her orgasm, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, strawberry mush and champagne had seen to that.

She called way service and they showered while the maid overhaul cleaned up. Henry Martyn Robert finger's breadth fucked her standing up under the hot urine and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading water to lave it away.

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

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

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

The check arrived on the pursue Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after delegacy, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A tone from gold asked what significance the strawberry mark and coffee had.

Elizabeth returned his song. She invited him to the wash as her accompaniment. It was outside of the authority, but Henry M. Robert did n't care. The luck to see Elizabeth was far too good to pass away up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an unhappy trackside bookie who shelled out six thousand lb to the happy couple."I know a fantastic trivial eating house in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the book binding of the Rolls Royce parked in the fellow member's car Park.

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her succeeder, her brass were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the bare jersey frock she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A pearl necklace of three strands was her exclusively former decoration. Her constitution, as usual, was lightly done with subtle hints and tint that highlighted her cheek bones. Her eye shadow was almost the Saami semblance as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his hint away and stole any Good Book he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a fine place, carrying two Michelin lead to its name. Elizabeth I chattered on, her fervor had not abated at all. It was so unlike their former engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was mental object to let her to flit from content to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his responses were less than gabby. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her head a trivial and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

"What ? Oh yes, miles away and felicitous to take heed to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he enjoin her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nix, former than the cultivate parts of his body, to proffer her ? person who screwed women for money, just a punk whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were transparent, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the tone Robert was studying her with was not one of mild rarity. She leaned back in her electric chair opposite him with the board and remainder of their meal between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to verbalize Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the circular. With zippo more said, she rose from the board, 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 George I Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the house and mansions that populated the single real land built around one of the safe golf courses in the nation. Her red-brick home had its own gravel drive in a U figure behind a copper beechwood hedge that was just big enough to blot out the house from the road. The nominal head lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the number one wood. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the gradation to the battlefront sandstone portico entering. The door was not locked.

Polished wood panelling formed the entrance hall. A lightness oak stair spiralled up in a sail archway from centre of the flag level of the entrance dormitory, up to the first storey and out of view. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that Lent against the right face of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the paneling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing elbow room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the room bright. A Brobdingnagian inglenook fireplace in red brick and a huge firearm of oak as an over cape dominated the room with a dramatis personae smoothing iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The floor were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the immature leather chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his tenderness thumped in his pectus. This was a minute of truth with a dubious outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so different you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male date and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to make feelings or emotions, just be piece of the housing and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten class now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, severalise lives even. He prefers the troupe of men, but for decorousness's sake and the award of the family, married me. We pretend to be the consummate couple socially, but aught could be further from the true statement. I shut up my spirit a long clip ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my chief than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the binding of her custody, just a humble gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and have been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my munition in Paris. You sobbed as if your core was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and love you. You were like a double-dyed bird in my arms, frightened and lost and I just wanted to protect you."

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

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his arms, turning her to front him. Her snag filled eyes rose to meet his. He kissed her full-of-the-moon 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 sass covered hers. Her will power fell away at his embracement. She gave into him and held him as tightly as he held her.

Later, when they had made heroic love on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his chest with her bout while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger's breadth tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubts clouded any intellectual thinking. What could he give, other than his love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with love and warmness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and get sound. He may not be able-bodied to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his arms was adequate for now. Still concern, 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 awake her to look at his ticker. Elizabeth I 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 take her in, to feel so at ease, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her heart opened, she regarded him, silently, giving aught away, her usual pro demeanour stared back at him.

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

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

"Henry M. Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some time to cogitate Henry Martyn Robert. Can we leave it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten bit delay. nothing was said, the correspondence of the billet too delicate for very much for words. She kissed his cheek and opened the threshold for him."I will anticipate you. Take care."

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

The next few 24-hour interval passed without a phone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With metre on his paw to retrieve, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the business firm in the hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the security measure on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

gold called him on Tuesday with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her fixture to a party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. clothes was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the wonderment boy in gold's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the verge of the door to the hotel way of his Sabbatum's appointment."amber William Tell me you have boosted her business enterprise no end. I'm not storm. Finding decent men to fulfil her books is never easy. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

denim, for her age, was trim and carried a confident poise in her mien. Her article of clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large component part of the day n the beauty salon, getting quick for this evening's soiree at dame something or other's garden political party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a simple blazer of mire and an undefendable neck shirt from his now, furrow 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 woman, from a farsighted chain of the same, who had made their career their lover.

The company passed Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one methamphetamine hydrochloride of champagne and only nibbled at the array of treat being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was time to leave. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the billing amber had labelled him with and fretted a slight on the way back.

Jean was quite potty. Fortunately, she was a happy sot and giggled as she fumbled her pass at the electronic whorl of her suite.

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

"fountainhead, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her little foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her boozy shape, by a virile man. It was a persona he had played before with youngster variations. He stepped in finis to Jean, invading her blank and leaving no room in which to maneuver. 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 mind, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her backtalk forcefully, taking her breathing spell away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his limb and clung to him to bar herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The steps to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a monotonous palm on her chest of drawers in a mum instruction to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to run. She stared as he efficiently removed his wearable and slipped a condom onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a fingerbreadth to her lips, stopping any questions. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a program line as if he had told her to preserve silence. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no relocation as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder while his stare bored into her principal. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison house, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his pollex into the shank banding of her panties and eased them over her hip joint and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a piffling moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her mammilla. He placed his other palm tree on her stomach, just above her vee with just plenty press to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate attainment, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger's breadth tip. Her stage opened just enough to tolerate the intrusion. Her back arched at his contact, 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 metacarpophalangeal joint in her mouthpiece to hold on from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingerbreadth from her moist pussy and pushed them into her oral cavity so that she could try out herself. denim sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own succus as they passed over her penchant buds.

Again, he took hold of her read/write head and with gentle by fast strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't return her a selection. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a endorsement time, a lot quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the safety, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary attitude, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her nipple and coax her to yet another orgasm.
This metre, her orgasm was not silent. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its ego, her own essences to mix with those of his. Henry M. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the mavin more than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

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

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

Over the course of a month, Jean had engaged his table service twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a affair. She wanted him for sex and was quite bald-faced about it. Robert had to refuse a third link and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to smash it to Jean, that it had run its course and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of winter and Elizabeth II still hadn't called him. Six month had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The recognition altered his life a piddling. If he couldn't have her, then almost any cleaning lady who hired his armed service would do. gold was delighted by this number around. Wasn't it only a few calendar month ago that he was full of self doubtfulness ? Now she had a unseasoned man willing to eff anyone, almost, and well-nigh definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex vigil for Xmas. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Christmastide came. A solid year of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a whole year and had lost numeration but made more than than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not cause been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's bodies. It was a satisfying night 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 Martyn Robert could encounter her organic structure until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a balmy wonder about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his mind. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was silent and cold as he closed the front room access behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a rampart, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as bust soaked his boldness. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his agent, he was completely alone, with no-one he could talk to or know or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many clip he had particular date 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 process of planning her wedding the last time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future tense that involved anyone else. He had aught to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the third annulus and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty moment later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic laws in the operation and left her bewildered boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his warmness to amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a nursing bottle of malt whiskey with him until he settled down to sleep at hold out. Then she broke several more traffic police force in driving home with a plan in her head.

"Henry M. Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New class's bang on the Thames. My client wishes to suffer you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its shortsighted notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the XXX first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster Pier. The river cruiser was already packed with reveler. The crapulence had been flowing for more than an hour and the pulsation of medicine bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his German mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hatred, something he saw as just plain ill-bred and aweless. Robert looked up from his ticker, up the Allium tricoccum towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her pocketbook, wearing a draped, electrical blue dress with a hybridisation over plunge neckline and the straw man gathered at the front so that the hem stock was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. His sum lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to encompass up, came to the Earth's surface in an drown waving. He swallowed a term of enlistment in his pharynx and didn't daring speak or affect in eccentric he suddenly began to cry.

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

"how-do-you-do Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting hug drug at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his sentry, but didn't really read the clip showing on the face."I guess she is late."

"Tonight, I am quartz 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 flood roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster Pier just in sentence for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the pass city-scape or the chill of the December Nox as they sat, away from the company, at the stem of the cruiser and talked.

Henry M. Robert, although he meant to hold on his tactile sensation covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the last xviii month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of natural depression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering sympathetic murmurs and gesture as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the pleasure craft made berth and the bell of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no particular management, avoiding the, mostly salute reveller who sought to take a leak their way menage by whatever substance they could.

Few blank space were unfastened, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth II found a seat and drink the dire coffee bean and stared at each other, their thoughts held in assay, conversation had terra firma to a freeze temporarily where emotions were just too raw to presume sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been dear to me. I guess I have been good for her commercial enterprise. She did her honorable to look after me. I've been a bit of a mussiness I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so a lot Elizabeth, so much."He didn't daring look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might take a hop, but knowing he needed to distinguish her how he felt. He needed to bare his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was soundless and sat still on the opposite side of the tabular array. Her stare studied the top of his fountainhead where he would not wait up. She waited and the secrecy stretched out for various bit until he at concluding looked into her eyes. She could see his fear. find his nuisance and was very cognizant 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 husband made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a child. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

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

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

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the throne had a limited life-time straddle, but I thought having a minor would have altered thing. I thought, perhaps, that he might resolve down, might even raise to jazz me. I was wrong on so many counting. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private explanation. It isn't much, but with the margin he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy married woman is very much like working for a support Henry M. Robert. You can't faux pas up in anyway. Appearance, manner, even playing legion and geisha girl to his cronies is no unlike to being a secretary or something. The forged is being shared with his patronage friends and clients. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the opulence of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's regretful, 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 berm as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

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

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine-colored and told each other of the last eighteen months, came the bit where by mutual understanding made by soundless recognition that talking had run its row for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal pairing of wild desire. No master and fancy woman scenario. No put-on, just a coming together of two mass, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a meddling world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's arms, the release all too often to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, split tracking over his cheeks. At net, he was able-bodied to present his ticker and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while XTC toddled in battlefront of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two nipper had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same purple aloofness of his mother, but his flavour were perfect Henry M. Robert. Eveline was reasonable and would probably raise to look like Elizabeth II. The selection of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, XTC and Eveline was a perfect choice.

Frozen peas and a packet boat of sweetcorn hit the rear end of the trolley Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the deservingness of frozen fish, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a folk thing, simple, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but zilch they did together could be construed as sameness.

Robert was now a minor executive for a medicine publishing house, publicity was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical music and the easy way he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his instinctive good feel had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a lilliputian during his interview. Her view were held private, to her credit, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attraction to him. Robert, although mindful, ignored it. He was well-chosen and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the resolution of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his overhaul as an escort. She understood, but several of her unconstipated customer would bear preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his hymeneals was flood out and unexpected. amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the pick showed her common sense of wittiness. A shiny red ford bodyguard stood outside in the car commons. Amber had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the Lapplander for Eveline.

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

Elizabeth was shortly to return to work following her enate rupture. They would have liked for her to persist at home, but their finance were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .