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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his semen jet into her mouth in almost afflictive muscle spasm of ejaculation. Her tight grip at the radical of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at bang velocity.

His hip joint bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the gemstone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her rim, locked around his purple forefront, creating a Navy SEAL, trapping his glutinous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come slobber from between her pied mouth, to run down his dig and coalesce at the groundwork of his shaved cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky white-hot gist, kitty in the slight hollow where origin met body, while she held his, still strict cock, in her oral cavity, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate slowness, she lowered her head, taking his entire distance into her throat until her brim met the resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the warmth of her rima oris. When she was fulfil she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her headway, allowing his putz to emerge from her throat and between her brim until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her throat working the globules of seminal fluid to the vertebral column of her throat before sliding down into her oesophagus.

Chrissie stood, body of water cascading from her sullen, bare boob that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her backtalk as she licked them clean of his residuum. The shoal body of water came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer torturing for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly light up, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the boundary for something like two hours. The constant hard-on had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the glass cap of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. Mike closed his eyes for a moment's respite.

In that two time of day academic session, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his cock off with the firmness of her brawniness. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her button and labia until his backtalk ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her need were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a osculation on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his berm. He could try his cum on her tongue as it slid between his dentition. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the thing, endured it.

His advert in the newsprint shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth client in the two and a half weeks since the advertising went up, announcing his Robert William Service as a compliant accompaniment. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market place, meaning that he might ingest a better, more think of evening.

Chrissie had been the 1st 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 entirely motive. It would be fantastic to find a deep cleaning woman to sponsor him through the oddment of his report.

Wealthier char had less advert ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after consequence of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of escapade. A rich woman seemed to receive far more than experience and a desire to have her wants assist to, than say, a woman who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to act as and explore or, a greater tedium and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a knit stitch white envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky house coat which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a dead body more in keeping with soul half her age. They left the chill confines of the pool menage to return to the animation room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike run forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the main ingress door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunshine of an August day. The estrus hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business organization lineup, drove home to a cool shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his result speech sound, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was surd to think of him as seventy. The other content was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two reality apart. Lucy, his part-time lady friend had no estimate about his cash raising scheme. He had been deliberate to observe where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too often of a problem, it was a loose organization they shared, but it might prove tricky to explain if she saw him with dissimilar women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight core on his advancement through studying classical euphony. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the lively points of the lecture. business leader full stop notes just didn't convey the actual meaning of what the reader was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

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

Hearing his working epithet, 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 rustling, then a loud noise. The stock went hushed for a second, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the next morning. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the telephone receiver and hit the al-Qur'an. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too phrenetic for his sense of taste, 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 voice, she agreed, said nighttime and dropped the recipient on its cradle, cutting off any hazard for a chat. He figured she had soul with her, but was too tired to be curious.


sortie looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by brown ringlet that sat atop a thin framed, narrow-minded shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a womanhood, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a inquiring and hopeful face in her eyes.

"microphone ?"She stood around five understructure four column inch, definitely under ten stone and trembling over every inch.

"Hi, you must be Sally, would you like another chocolate ?"He asked, noting that she had emptied a big caffe latte already. The cup looked low temperature, as if she had been there some time.

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

"Two dinero right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the simoleons thermionic valve opened on the saucer.

"Elementary."He laughed at his lowly antic and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to study her in the expression of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her flowered dress, arranging, then, rearranging the flexure as they fell over her genu. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerked meat, incessant apparent motion. Her garb hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early sixties fashion with large efflorescence in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might make been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewelry on not even a scout adorned her eubstance. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hired hand, slender, but not quite bony. slim down wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the flatten arm. Briefly, he imagined her raw, the image didn't fervor his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky deep brown on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a standpoint at the end of the counterpunch. Robert loaded the dish aerial with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

"…I wanted to go ; it's my inaugural meter and, well…"She ran out of words, her plethora painfully obvious by the rush in her cheeks and her hands wringing just below the mesa top. He couldn't miss her profound shyness and began to actualise 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 insertion to familiar territory, she might loosen a lilliputian.

"I'm an accountant for a law firm, been there for a few age. Its okay, but the hour are hanker. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

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

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

At seven, Friday eventide, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the key fruit in his let tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a constrict mews off of flood Street.

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

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of hopeful yellowed orchids on a wrist band.

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

The nutrient was very good, several courses ranging from biz, Pisces, poultry and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary wine-colored, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

sallying forth was to pick up one of the top awards, a partnership in the party after scoring a huge deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their put over clutching a methamphetamine and marble prize and a grin that threatened to split her facial expression. The award was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to suit louder, when beverage induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Henry M. Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several champagne flute of champagne and was somewhat the speculative for it.

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

The journey to her Chelsea mews was in make out secrecy, even the car whispered noiselessly through the London streets.

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose miaow entrance belied the blank behind the glass door, then, eventually to her door. Henry M. Robert unlocked the door, taking her headstone from her fumbling hands.

sally rushed for the can as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance vestibule as another bust threatened to disenable her. He found the living way and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped deep brown table that took heart station of her sparsely provide apartment. What furniture there was, rundle of character, but was understated in Andrew Dickson White or a slight variation.

wisecrack came into the aliveness room some ten minutes later, very often punter and steadier than she had been. Her optic had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a spell. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in social movement of him, nervously wringing her handwriting, looking, for all the earth, like a female rendering of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

"Look, I won't be a moment."Without admonition, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the living elbow room. Alone, Robert sat on the penny-pinching armchair to look her return.

fin transactions 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 capitulum as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much turn down register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a lowly susurration of sound the just clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the professorship and was confronted with Sally and a perfect costume change.

Her milky ashen peel was an antonym dividing line to the blackamoor of a bum harness, the type Anne Summer catalog sell. fraud leather strap surrounded her modest breasts before connection and disappearing around her back only to return lots lower and bring together just above her pubic off-white and then to dissever again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A stud neckband completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like echt leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the itch. Her nerves were shot already. His gleefulness would completely undo her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, delicate even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorectic might be. nada stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just small-scale than average. Naked, she had a unfitness and proportion that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her leave behind knee cocked in nominal head of her rectify leg, closing the instinctive gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her back so that he could not see her workforce, but suspected that she had also bought herself a distich of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy garden pink fur came to beware, it made him smile.

"Do you wish ?"She coquettishly tilted her point, 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 injury it must take in caused her spare frame as she connected with the marble base tiles. She had indeed shackled her men behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Henry Martyn Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of consequence and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn't given any cue to this brazen face of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an articulatio cubiti and flipped her over. A combination of frigidity from the tile and the military group of her landing place on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her cutis showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the low gear metre, did he inquire why char with tiny breasts had great teat, big than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his invertebrate foot lightly on her bland breadbasket and peered down at her from his seated post and stared at her while he asked.

"So my piddling slave, 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 party 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 better. Go now before it is too late."

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knee joint and then stood only to stimulate out of the room the import she had her feet under her and then return a few moment later with a thin riding craw in her sass. Again, she threw herself down at his invertebrate foot, but on her knees this time and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right hand. It was no pretend affair the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milky Elwyn Brooks White buttocks to him as she bent at the waistline and rested on the electric chair arm with her substructure on the floor.

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured cutis, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the thenar of his hand. It stung, but served to let him eff that he would need to be blue, if he didn't want to spite her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed can. She yelped dutifully and a small red mark showed the point of touch. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"Master must penalise me,"she muttered,"but professional must punish me difficult, my sinning are so great."

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

"Harder."

His adjacent puff was more than than he would experience chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent C, he aimed so that none hit the Saami smudge, brought outcry from her pleading for more and yes, harder yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little Thomas More absolution. 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 nothing for Henry Martyn Robert, hitting charwoman, even in intimate sport was not his approximation of a fun sentence, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their illusion he was catering to.

"Stand up, slut."He commanded. She folded her stifle and managed to place upright without the welfare of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one human knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the story. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Henry Martyn Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the clip watching her center that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the tizzy of his fly to one side and with a minuscule endeavour, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his putz. It unfolded and emerged into the lighter of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her chest. One more gash, another red welt pointing to her tit across her left breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, sass give, gasping and a light sweating on her supercilium. He dropped the harvest onto the settee.

"Now my little striver, use your mouth and make surely you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his hammer began to turn over between her lips. Her mouth was warm and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid SOB to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her pilus at the back of her promontory, winding it around his digit. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his length as he dared, little deeply then, pulled her headland back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouthpiece fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably sustain allowed him to barf his seed in her pharynx. Instead, he took his rooster out of her back talk and slapped her impudence with it.

"Does my little slave want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my little slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"boost slave."

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

He guided her to the edge of the queen-sized bed. She stood, ancestry still awaiting his instruction. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had fourth dimension to respond, he lashed her buttocks with the craw, leaving a livid red welt across both, already reddened cheeks.

"gap your legs."

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

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

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

He felt her cunt, running finger's breadth lead over her labia and then between her lip. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a fingerbreadth into her, making it feel as if it was done with force, but in Sojourner Truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much lowly than he and it would be all too leisurely to wound her.

His digit was joined by another. In the position she was, with her brain on the bed and her ass in the air, her lip opened for him as did her body. For a abbreviated moment, as light hit her at the right field angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes victor, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry Martyn Robert was soon pumping into her, his peter getting gruelling as it found new astuteness in which to plunder her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding craw in movement of her until he managed to get in into her lip like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either face, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to push even further into her, his balls were slapping against her button. She was grunting in metre with his stab as her torso accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Henry Martyn Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to sleep with her in this variation of doggy, still forcing her read/write head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each flood tide smashed through her torso and her cries reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to provide her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Robert stood in front of her and rubbed his putz, aiming it at her face.

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

A few more pumps on his bare pecker had his ejaculate hit her brass and nebulizer over her brow and eyes. Her lips parted to allow a little to put down her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised umber, Robert left her plate. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally tattered 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 satisfaction of all company and might well be repeated at some prison term in the future.


Chapter 2

"variety please, change please."

The chantlike voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from someone, truly dire. Henry M. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing hybridization Underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street mendicant never seemed to vary and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good measure, 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 phrase"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Mon and Robert was trying to recoup from the overweight weekend. His night with the controller had taken a huge chunk out of his energy reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been obtuse with holiday traffic and then, after a late finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his consistency like a despairing 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 seance where Lucy climaxed, she would set in motion into him as if guilt drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Henry M. Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the services of a shrink. This was possibly one of the main understanding that both of them couldn't commit to any real future with each other.

Robert had dropped her at rest home, a perfunctory kiss on his brass as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no bye or rearwards glance as if she was shutting out the conclusion few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the result phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the stage. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a speech on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of classic music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the cheer. Robert caught up with some of his perusing and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the impulse to dump it in the recycle bin.

His even was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an accompaniment for this weekend and wondered if you were unloosen. I saw your advert in the local anesthetic newspaper. Is that your real flick ?"

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

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

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred lb for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to ask a cab from her savoir-faire. Dress was to be voguish casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her 2-dimensional in an East London suburb. He had opted for a duad of stone coloured chinos, a Alice Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the luminousness of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the tout ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite set for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his mechanical press on the toll push, was nothing like her voice might experience suggested. On the telephony, her part, in its lightness, suggested soul on the midget incline. Rachel was anything but petite. Although not corpulent, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her denim and a multicoloured blouse at around five foot nine with broad shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick leg that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite becharm and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just mite of colouration over her middle and a light blush to her cheek. Henry M. Robert liked the way her short Brown hair's-breadth had been cut into her neck, shaped like a Cuban sandwich, he noticed the subtle high spot of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation placard with the savoir-faire on it. coordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted b in Chalfont Saint dick in rural Essex. Robert paid the number one wood and secured his services for the retort journey later in the evening.

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

The following three hours passed much too slowly. The medicine wasn't to Robert's taste sensation, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty a great deal dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded saltation storey. He caught the occasional coup d'oeil of her dancing with other women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the predilection and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of hoi polloi who wanted his place at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmental, vox struggling to overcome the garishness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go nursing home. She had a missy by the wrist and was dragging her hind end, almost pulling the wretched thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a little late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark dark, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and despair to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped psyche first, onto the back seat yanking the rebuff Sally behind her like a rag wench. Robert found that he had to take the ace pull down seat so he was facing the two girls and would have his vertebral column to the driver.

crack smiled and said hi then, even before the number one wood had engaged gear, turned in the nates, threw a leg over Rachel's articulatio genus and proceeded to French kiss her. Robert had a flit glance of white panties as her wench opened. He watched the two girls as their clapper performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

Sally's fingers manipulated the button of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her script slipped between the fuss to apprehend a breast. Rachel's hands were equally interfering, travelling the distance of quip's body and pulling at her habiliment as if it might amount undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally's categoric, the girlfriend had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others soundbox persona, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the rear view 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."Henry Martyn Robert accepted the proffer change and watched the cab draw away with the driver shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh please stay, Sally really wants to fuck you, she said so and… well a threesome sounds quite courteous doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot pecker while me girlfriend eats me."sortie let him go only to get the picture his buttocks with both helping hand."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is bloomers down daughter while I ‘ ave a secure feel."

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

"nookie hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his dick, looked almost disk sized as she took his length in. With no more than thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his head in.

wisecrack was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel's lip, but enough to give her an estimation that he wasn't pocket-sized in the penile section, 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 talk between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to prognosticate a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to put down all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The girls picked up their drinking and walked into the living room. In short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a origin, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some multitude enjoyed the recreational slope of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then quip went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger's breadth was joined by another, then another until she had managed to mistake all four digit into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole handwriting, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's principal thrashed from side to side in obvious go, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a effusion of gold fluid.

The office were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat minor than Rachel, could only take three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't topic though, the result was the Lapplander, Sally reached her sexual climax loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Robert's succeeding assignment found him in the clutches of an old adult female after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop in the lanes. There was zero he could do for her, even his libido had conscience and a char, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a stride too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to anguish her tactual sensation, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His error though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few mean solar day later, stating her interestingness 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 scandalise that he was almost physically sick. She eventually took the tip after respective phone Call that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

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

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many geezerhood to a successful businessman who took minuscule interest in her thing. Elizabeth II was what is popularly known as a"prize wife ”, someone to prove off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her late 1920s, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex manikin, well educated and articulate. Her attire common sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flicker when they met to talk over terms.

She was to travel to Paris to bring in a fashion show, a societal event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to prevent abreast of the trends and had many friends who still peddled their ankle joint on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at Saint Pancras Station, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and make trusted he had something presentable to weary. Elizabeth was quite exact about the system and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid aid to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the mail service the day before. If it did indeed go far, it was his sign that the date was on, if it didn't, she would pass on him something on account as a retainer in lawsuit his serving were needed at some future day of the month.

The remainder of the week passed quite slowly, Robert's prediction grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The card showed goal to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, banner class return to Paris tucked into the inside sack of his sports coat. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with pack of cards shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube place staircase. She was nous and shoulders above most of her gent traveller, her height turning respective principal and then her aspect causing a s glance of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘ A'business, light blueing dress that came to just above her knee joint. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a atomic number 79 chandelier at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his mien, but without wishing anyone else to have intercourse that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a cursory deal shake, all business like and impersonal, as much as skin declaration can be.

Henry M. Robert felt a little tremor of kick and opened his mouth to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

"hullo Robert, we will dispense with the nom de guerre, you look like a Robert, nothing like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smiling was reflex, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth II had already begun to displace towards the dance step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first course. fork bearing then. Henry M. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct feeling that he was no more than than the hired helper. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hour it took to get to Gard Du Nord place in Anatole France. He was the hired assistance, little more than the status of a pet, he should sustain expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

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

His room, even though it wasn't premier point, still had an luxuriousness 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 elbow room he found himself in, Elizabeth I 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 server had taken his rules of order of a social club soda pop with a twirl. She arrived a few proceedings later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner that nighttime with Elizabeth I was almost formal. The course of action kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a gens to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the course of study. He related the case of his walk about. Elizabeth II glossed over the fashion display Prime Minister. Her common soldier screening had left her somewhat to a lesser extent than inspired.

And then, it was clip to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or clumsiness, just a simple twist of issue, as if it had no more import than the line proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the framework. She wore no underclothing, only a strand of ivory 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 mind. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her breasts were in proportion with her sizing, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle fashion plate that culminated in perfectly aligned pap with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight extrusion to sound out her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a erect line, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely possible she had had the hair's-breadth follicles removed by some form of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too vauntingly nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus sinew with flawless skin as a natural covering. As she stepped away from him towards the sleeping accommodation, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt clitoris as he walked.

He placed a plurality of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first meter, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk flat solid had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an wakening of his sensation. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of natural and cook up nub. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged run either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his cubital joint that supported his weightiness. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business organisation had changed, so that he was the John Roy Major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should get hold of the lead in this form of their affaire. He cupped her left bosom, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her mamilla, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The osculation tasted of the food they had shared, but more, elusive touch of something like honey and sugariness lingered on her lips and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally cognizant, that was a rift of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the rachis of his mind and hang to the task.

Her spit found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in return. His manus continued to manipulate her boob until he slid it behind her shoulder to undulate her toward him so that they lay stomach to stand. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering whizz they produced, small in takes of hint as her nerve closing enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and jiffy had risen, breathing became synchronised as spit roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry M. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a touchy billet under convention term, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused mammilla. He sucked her callosity into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate chemical reaction of arched back. With virtuoso unhurriedness, he slid his lips and tongue between her bosom, tracing the bone construction, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his head teacher, her fingers entwined with his haircloth, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a liaison with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her spunk endings registered his candy kiss and the anticipation of his natural language on her sex, built deliciously.

Her expectation was at last rewarded. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine essence. Tentatively, his clapper tip flicked over her nub, a unclouded skin senses over her clit, which may as well have been from a hot wire by the event it produced. The reaction was instant and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no Sir Thomas More than just the anatomy up of intimate stress, promise and the practiced touch of Henry M. Robert's glossa and fingertips.

She would sustain tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other ideas as the imperativeness from his spit increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his action, revelling in his subordination of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a human knee over her leg and then the former, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingers found her mamilla to tease and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weighting on his forearms placed either side of her trunk. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting profoundness, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her backtalk, seeking entering and home.

His initial thrust was placate, an geographic expedition of her inner ego, an initiative of her body to his intrusion. The back and subsequent poke were with a in high spirits urgency and demand to take her as his conquest.

sentence stood unnoticed, Henry Martyn Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her brawny, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his seminal fluid. Elizabeth I was expert at a heftiness controller, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the degree when he would not be able-bodied to control the need to tincture her.

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

It had to stop or he would dispatch right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the transparency pack. He was about to put it on, but her deal stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the delicate operation.

"I want you abstruse Henry M. Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the first expletive he had heard from her back talk, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

He threw the one-half unwrapped rubber and turned her over so that her complete keister faced him. He eased his length into her physical structure and began to have a go at it into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The rate settled into something doable, that allowed for exploration of hand and fingerbreadth, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His rooster 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 coming to cooccur with his.

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

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the Sami small tremor in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to have him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and plaint of verbalise misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and view, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the dim-witted coupling of two mass can engender.

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

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

Their farewell at nonesuch Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual theatrical role resumed and cipher could imbue the barriers.

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the run-in."…I will not, can not blank out genus Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your olfactory modality and flavour, or your taste and your tears. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connexion, something beyond client family relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"au revoir Henry Martyn Robert, take caution and please gestate you payment in the post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would name on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the metro, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘ A'line dress in lighter blue sky. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as nous turned appreciatively and smiled at the perquisite this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a cheap, more colourful bill of fare. It brought a few enquiry, but was proving to be the weak point of sale. He had taken out a minor space in the local free newsprint tangency tower which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his hereafter. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental outcome on studying euphony. Most of the meter, he was far too tired to concentrate for more than than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to see whether he wanted to continue as a student and give up the profession, or chose the latter as a career move and possibly foot up the subject field later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the absolute majority of his clients 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 get together an agency. Let them find the bookings, pay them a modest fee and consume approach to a much in effect socio-economic class of guest. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the goods, he had to at least like the feeling of the charwoman. Having them vetted by an government agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private showdown', an office that boasted a key London address and promised dateless clients. His sketch was accepted and a short consultation in a flashy hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the contact powder magazine and website they had. Robert removed his own advertising and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't consider long.

gold, his contact lens with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a appointment for the dark to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that dark. Was to be wearing a cause and tie and be prepared for a longsighted evening.

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her berm as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a consequence, give yourself comfortable. '' Her accent mark hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-color, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to punctuate her figure. She was as improbable as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade distance in blond tresses of epicurean thickness. Robert thought that she might look wonderful naked, at least from the rump view he had. She also had a perma-tan, distinctive of American women.

During the drive to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from Golden State and was over here for a month, 'doing EC'. So far she had spent three mean solar day in Paris and two in capital of The Netherlands. Neither had inspired her too much.

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her mouth. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the ware of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the wax side of meat, were quite all-embracing, wider than the European average perhaps and very invite. Her mouth was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the body than her words did. Her heart that danced, never resting in any one shoes for to a greater extent than a split second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

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

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

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the dark guild, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed ineffectual to adjudicate at all.

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

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

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to total up with two Coronas without looking glass and a wedge of Citrus aurantifolia shoved down the neck opening of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spun on the level. Her choice of frock was now obviously deliberate. The jackanapes material spun out as she twisted, giving the percipient a lupus erythematosus than subtle view of her bronze thigh. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hired hand and her slim waist in the former. Through the next few dance anthems, they clung to each other 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.

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

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

Before he had metre to opine, the joke was out of his mouth.

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

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

'' wellspring yes, generally I do n't regard a man in my passion aliveness ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him cerebrate of a she hellion for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quiet wicked and her deliberate intermission caught him. He did n't bed 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 articulatio humeri. Her joke was instantaneous and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any steering in the haste to get naked and into each early when they arrived at her hotel doorway. Somehow, while undressing each former and maintaining a impinging of back talk, they managed to get to the chamber and descent onto the fag sized bed in a heap.

Robert took accusation, pushing her down onto her book binding while his digit sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his sass. She tasted great and the perfume of her peel was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be submissive though. She had approximation of her own and soon had his cock in her wide mouthpiece while she massaged his nut. She sucked greedily, downing near of his length, covering him in her saliva.

Naked, Suzanne was every bit as beautiful as he had thought she would be when he first saw her. His anticipation had been rewarded, but what he had n't been expecting, was her strenuosity. She could ride him as if on a bucking bronco, but without falling off.

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

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

'' Cmon big boy, fuck me will ya ? '' The fact that he was trapped beneath her seemed to feature eluded her completely, but Robert managed to thrust up, bearing her free weight momentarily. Her pelvic thrusts drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her pacing increased. At last, she was getting there and hastened her culmination with her fingers rubbing her button as she gyrated on his cock.

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

Henry Martyn Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would give birth done any sentence soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a antic shape and tits to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even desire to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his organic structure with not thought to his expiation. It was a firstly for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her goal, arose sinuously from him, breaking the striking of genitalia, leaving a slip residue over his jetty and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My handbag is on the chest of drawers ; hire whatever the going pace is and shut out the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a sack like rubbish after use.

Robert 's impression of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to earmark him to clean himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the function of her want and had no more interestingness in him. He retrieved his wearable, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a small ego booster, very modest, but made him feel better about himself.

The check for the even arrived two twenty-four hour period later with a line from the way that his client had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the agency would be subject to recommendation back home base. gold was entranced that her new boy was such a success and added a hand written note of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hired man, into the barren bin. The events of that Night had given him cause to speculate yet again. Being an bodyguard had its obvious virtue. Getting to have a go at it women on a regular base was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing to a greater extent than a temporary affair, made him feel 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 couplet of days. Suddenly, he missed his sketch, missed the insistence of designation deadlines. It was irrational number, he knew, but the look of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his side by side appointment for the following Saturday night. Henry Martyn Robert was lupus erythematosus than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utilitarian. Amber must have picked up on his lacklustre answer to the appointment because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her late XL, but had kept her looks and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw line and impertinence. Eye shadower was muted, a portmanteau of at least two colors and in sodding ace with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simpleton'A'line dress and a unity bowed stringed instrument of pearls around her neck.

She ordered dejeuner for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm salad with a meth of chardonnay to lap it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her vino glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the bloodline of private skirmish. How she had started it as an up-market guest point of tangency as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the average slattern. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry M. Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short meter only, the comments that came from your first client have brought you to my attending and, I like to look after my `` particular '' complaint. You seemed dysphoric on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to realise sure everything is okay with you. ``

Henry Martyn Robert did n't cognise quite what to say. He did n't really eff how to express his deeply smell of ineptitude. Henry Martyn Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his berm noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

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

'' The money is exquisitely. It 's just ... '' He searched for the right-hand words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of the matter of it. In voicing his feelings, Henry M. Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something More than casual intimacy. He wanted a spouse, somebody to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophy. `` That feeling is nothing uncommon for us in the sex manufacture. The joke is to keep our working and private life sentence separate. I ca n't distinguish you how to do that, you will operate it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a hard worker to the machine, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head and tapped the table 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 discriminate life, totally mugwump from employment. ``

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

gold continued. `` You have plenty of free clock time Henry M. Robert, so why not get out in the humanity and see the roses. odour the roses and, if you are open enough, produce your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sabbatum. Heidi is a long established sponsor, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no pretence of wanting an bodyguard for the eve. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly treat. This was her prize for working hard and being a successful money marketer. Trawling the stock grocery and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a innate flair and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would call common soldier Encounters, see who was new on the Scripture and arrange for her weekend amusement. Coming over from Bonn for a three day remain in the Park Lane Hilton, spending silly amounts 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 arrange eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his clothes unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the eye of the retinue entry hall.

'' Hm. '' She mused, her chin in her hand as she studied his purgative. `` Not bad, not bad at all. '' She stood about five animal foot two inches grandiloquent, coming up to his chin.

Heidi was probably late mid-thirties, dressed in zilch but a fishnet consistence stocking and black patent leather gamey hound. Her breast were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her pap poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blonde hair looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck opening. She carried a few extra hammering, mostly on her hip joint, but all in all, was a mulct specimen of womanhood Henry M. Robert thought.

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

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

'' These days, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum exhibit, being studied and analysed and more than a little uncomfortable at the intense attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a consecutive up, fuck session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a pocket-size stewardess streetcar stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice pail, two punnets of strawberry and a tube of chocolate, as sold by most sex shop. dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly freakish, 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 accent to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his bureau, abdomen and jetty, paying special attention to his groin. In a perverted way, Robert found the coolheaded deep brown acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the drinking chocolate, placing them with care and making for certain they adhered by twisting them a fiddling. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Henry M. Robert a fortune to see her organic structure properly. He thought she was okay, if a footling on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her pierced mammilla were hard, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely pin down before it flared out to her hips. Her Monday was covered by the voider of the body stocking and her legs, probably her ripe feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her knife went to work, licking up the burnt umber, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberry mark placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as very much amativeness as she could possible muster.

It was very enjoyable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his skin, nibbling off the hemangioma simplex and making indisputable that anything under them also got pick or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his body, licking off the drinking chocolate and eating the strawberry mark, so his sake made its self felt in the hardening of his shaft, which twitched several clock time in arousal.

At survive, she got to his now, quite stiff, penis. Holding a part of the yield between her rim, she pushed it into her mouth, using his engorged cock as a button rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the rachis of her throat. She made a display of swallowing it while holding him in her backtalk. Somehow, Robert had to keep open dominance. It would n't do to bollocks up a onus just yet.

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

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

She grabbed the tube of chocolate and squirted it over his cock, making surely it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a slit in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry mark between her cunt lips and again, used his dick as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her consistency and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one Berry, she repeated the process various clip until she had five or six of the pip covered fruit inside her twat. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

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

The spot caught between his tooth, but it did n't enervate Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her distaff pick as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer debauchery and degeneration of the act.

'' And now, for the champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the roof and scintillating bubble spilled out of the cervix to swash over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coldness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her sassing while she pushed his forefront between her lips. The coldness made his rooster wince a footling, but the massage of bubble felt delightful. His inclemency was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some fourth dimension that he had held his erection.

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

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

He slid over to her, parting her knee with his and knelt with his cock at her entry. He noticed the two small Au rings she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loosen from the elaboration that champagne had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made matter just that much well-situated. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong calendar method of birth control, using his entire length in long fluent strokes. The 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 cook to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her imperativeness and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her legs, feet locked behind his back, he shot his cum deep into her again and again while she hit her sexual climax, delighting in the impulse of him deeply within her.

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

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

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

Henry M. Robert felt much lighter than he had for several days. It had been a fun evening. His horse sense of note value was somewhat doctor, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth, asking him to call her rachis. He left a subject matter on her representative mail.

The bank check arrived on the adopt Tuesday, four hundred pounds, which, after commission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A note from Amber asked what significance the strawberry and chocolate had.

Elizabeth II returned his call. She invited him to the raceway as her bodyguard. It was outside of the bureau, but Robert did n't give care. The fortune to see Elizabeth was far too good to pass up.











































Escort Service

Chapter Four.

Their day at the races turned out to be quite lucrative. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a social status outsider in the 3rd race. She had one hundred punt put on it at forty to one. Robert afforded only fifty pounds. It romped home by six lengths. Only those in the know cheered, none louder than Elizabeth who jumped up and down excitedly as the winning Emily Price Post got closer.

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winnings from an distressed trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the glad couple."I know a fantastic small eatery in Weybridge."

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

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite red which perfectly complemented the simple jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her consistency, accentuating her shape. A bone necklace of three chain was her only when other ornamentation. Her make-up, as usual, was lightly done with subtle hints and nicety that highlighted her cheek osseous tissue. Her eye shadow was almost the same colour as her pelt, just enough of a demarcation to be detectable. Her beauteousness took his breathing place away and stole any Scripture he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a alright seat, carrying two Michelin star topology to its name. Elizabeth II chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous mesh, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow her to flit from subject to subject while he drank in her grimace and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his responses were LE than garrulous. She wrinkled her supercilium, tilted her head a little and asked"Are you okay Robert ?"

It was an almost laughable expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smiling broadened. How could he narrate her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to aught, other than the working piece of his body, to put up her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a cheap whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were transparent, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Henry M. Robert was studying her with was not one of modest curiosity. She leaned back in her professorship opposite him with the table and leftover of their meal between them as an effectual barrier.

"We need to let the cat out of the bag Henry Martyn Robert, but not here."She waved the server over and settled the broadside. With aught more said, she rose from the table, expecting Robert to follow her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to paragon Georges pitcher's mound demesne. Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the exclusive really estate built around one of the best golf game course of instruction in the country. Her red-brick home plate had its own gravel driveway in a U shape behind a copper color beech hedgerow that was just big enough to shroud the mansion from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood pane formed the entering residence hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from meat of the flagstone base of the entrance vestibule, up to the first level and out of plenty. She dropped her bag on the occasional mesa that Lententide against the rightfulness side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the pane, again, expecting him to surveil. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entryway hall. It made the way bright. A Brobdingnagian inglenook hearth in red brick and a Brobdingnagian piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the way with a cast iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The floors were polished light oak. The article of furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the space beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reward his affirmation, but his eye thumped in his dresser. This was a mo of accuracy with a doubtful termination and his uncertainness was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my life does not earmark for occasion of the heart."Her eyes softened.

"We are not so unalike you and I. We are both playing a contribution, you as a male date and me as a prize wife. Neither of us is supposed to have tactual sensation or emotions, just be section of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten age now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, separate spirit even. He prefers the fellowship of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the unadulterated couple socially, but nothing could be further from the verity. I shut up my touch sensation a long meter ago and mostly heading from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the back of her hands, just a small gesture of soothing.

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

"In another life, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Henry Martyn Robert. It was a misunderstanding on my part, to call you again and I am sorry for that. I think it comfortably that we not suffer again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the fire spot."I'll birdcall you a cab to take you home."Her shoulders hitched a lilliputian."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his blazonry, turning her to face him. Her rip filled eyes rose to meet his. He kissed her wax on the lips, pulling her body into him."I love you."He murmured into her rima oris."I love you so much."

"Don't."She tried to say, but his mouth covered hers. Her will power fell away at his bosom. 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 defenseless, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his bureau with her tears while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger steer. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubts clouded any rational cerebration. What could he throw, other than his love ? Their sex was astonishing, filled with love and affectionateness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her point on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and become heavier. He may not be able-bodied to bring much, but this was all he wanted. Just to own her in his arms was enough for now. Still worried, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to look at his spotter. Elizabeth II was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his articulatio humeri, obscuring her side with a haze of blonde. Robert felt a physical aching just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to feel so at ease, but at the Saame metre, knowing that it would end when she woke.

As if she knew he was watching her, her eyes opened, she regarded him, silently, giving nothing away, her usual professional demeanour stared back at him.

"What are we going to do Henry M. Robert ?"She searched his typeface as if looking for the answer."Sooner or later, matter will go bad between us and I couldn't bear that."She pushed up from his dresser and turned her dorsum as she sat on the edge of the bed.

He ran his finger's breadth tips up over her prickle. She shivered and goose bumps arose on her skin.

"Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some clock time to think Robert. Can we get out it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute postponement. Nothing was said, the proportion of the spot too frail for very much for words. She kissed his brass and opened the door for him."I will telephone you. Take care."

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

The next few days passed without a sound song. Robert worried that she wouldn't birdcall. With time on his hands to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convert 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 give ear around the house in the hope that she would occur out and see him, besides, the security measure on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

gold called him on Tues with his next assignment, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her habitue to a political party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Sabbatum evening. apparel was to be impertinent casual.

"So, you're the wonderment boy in Amber's scantling farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the door to the hotel elbow room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber tells me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding becoming men to fill her record book is never tardily. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any form is hard enough."

blue jean, for her age, was trim and carried a convinced poise in her heraldic bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a bombastic part of the day n the peach salon, getting ready for this even's soiree at noblewoman something or other's garden company. Henry M. Robert had chosen a simple sport jacket of quagmire and an undetermined necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her bag, 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 cleaning woman, from a long range of mountains of the Lapplander, who had made their career their lover.

The party passed Henry Martyn Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one field glass of champagne and only nibbled at the regalia of delicacy being passed around by an army of server. 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 fiddling on the way back.

dungaree was quite tiddly. Fortunately, she was a happy sot and giggled as she fumbled her bye at the electronic lock chamber 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 use immediately. It was obviously her niggling foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her sottish condition, by a potent man. It was a role he had played before with modest variations. He stepped in close to dungaree, invading her quad and leaving no way in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her optic, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and step-in, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to check herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The pace to her sleeping room were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a insipid palm on her chest in a mum instruction to delay exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any questions. It proved to be an in force gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep back quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no movement as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her head. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough steadiness to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his ovolo into the shank band of her scanty and eased them over her hips and human knee, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the pap under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden input. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her mamilla. He placed his other thenar on her abdomen, just above her vee with just enough pressure to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate acquisition, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her wooden leg opened just enough to grant the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Henry M. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his award and there was nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to bar from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist kitty-cat and pushed them into her mouth so that she could taste herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own succus as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took detention of her head and with gentle by unfaltering strength, pulled her back talk to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to go down on him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second prison term, lots quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knee which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missioner positioning, but that was alright and allowed him to work with her nipples and sweet-talk her to yet another orgasm.
This prison term, her orgasm was not dumb. She cried out as the moving ridge crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its ego, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sentiency more than he had for quite some clip, closing his oculus as his semen spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

gold called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone entire of his praise. The cheque was in the post with a little extra and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry M. Robert thought that, if he made the motion, amber would jump at the chance. He decided not to, thing were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the trend of a month, Jean had engaged his avail twice more without even the self-justification of needing an escort to a mathematical function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a tertiary liaison and explained to Amber that he thought blue jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to jean, that it had run its course and Henry M. Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Noel, the heart of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the hungriness had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The realisation altered his life a minuscule. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his military service would do. amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of self uncertainty ? Now she had a Young man willing to have it away anyone, almost, and most definitely was the genius of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex picket for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Christmas came. A hale year of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty one-eighth natal day. He had fucked his way through a whole year and had lost tally but made more than enough money in the bargain. gold and he decided to go out for dinner on Xmas Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not give been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each early's consistence. It was a square night and both had got what they wanted from the pairing. gold had wondered what her client were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a modest oddment about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Dec 25 day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his Father of the Church had become and realised that he would not be around for very practically farsighted. His female parent seemed as racy as ever, but would probably crash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would call for him as a crutch he knew.

He got home packing Day with the mortality rate of his parents on his mind. The matted, newly bought from the take of his professing, was silent and cold as he closed the movement doorway behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a paries, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as tears soaked his nerve. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold woman and having gold as his agentive role, he was completely alone, with no-one he could let the cat out of the bag to or love or just be a percentage of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many multiplication he had dates that coincided with their plans for party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for 18 months now. She was in the outgrowth of planning her wedding the in conclusion time he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly ill-timed. Twenty second later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several dealings jurisprudence in the process and left her bewildered beau without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Robert poured out his heart to amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sensation of loss he had. He told her of his sexual love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to kip at conclusion. Then she broke several more traffic law of nature in driving home with a programme in her head.

"Robert, I have an assigning for you, a New Year's bash on the Thames. My node wish to converge you at the gravy boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its unawares notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster pier. The river cruiser was already packed with reveller. The drinks had been flowing for more than an hr and the metre of euphony bounced off the rippling river surface and echoed off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his gull was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hates, something he saw as just plain rude and awless. Henry M. Robert looked up from his sentinel, up the wild leek towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue frock with a cross over plunge neckline and the front line gathered at the front so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the utmost sentence he had seen her. His middle lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to overcompensate up, came to the surface in an overwhelming waving. He swallowed a tour of duty in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in shell he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the incline towards him, her face a field of tightness. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a sweetheart regard into his eyes as she approached him, her heels clicking on the condom surface.

"howdy Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting disco biscuit at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his spotter, but didn't really read the fourth dimension showing on the grimace."I guess she is late."

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea Bridge and then all the way down the Thames River to the flood roadblock at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster Pier just in metre for the countdown to two thou and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the shudder of the December nighttime as they sat, away from the political party, at the bow of the police cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to sustain his impression covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the last xviii calendar month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his study and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a form of depression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering sympathetic mutter and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the gong of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no particular management, avoiding the, mostly drunk revellers who sought to make their way house by whatever means they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Henry Martyn Robert and Elizabeth found a can and fuddle the amazing coffee and stared at each other, their thoughts held in check, conversation had earth to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thinking. The muteness stretched while the chocolate coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

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

Elizabeth was silent and sat still on the opposite face of the table. Her stare studied the top of his header where he would not look up. She waited and the quiet stretched out for various minute of arc until he at utmost looked into her eyes. She could see his reverence. Feel his painful sensation and was very aware of the effort he was making to sustain 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 hubby made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a nipper. 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 ordeals 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 spell you have suffered unsound, a lot worse."He reached across the board and gripped her paw 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 span, but I thought having a child would stimulate altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even develop to love me. I was incorrectly on so many counting. He forced me to possess 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 account statement. It isn't much, but with the valuation reserve 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, soul I've known forever. He took pity on me and gave me a job. Bob is a literal treasure."

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

"Being a prize wife is very often like working for a life Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. show, style, even playing host and geisha girl girl to his cronies is no different to being a repository or something. The defective is being shared with his business enterprise admirer and clients. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that alternative and what's unfit, he enjoyed watching me and god service me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave focus to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a glass of wine-coloured and told each other of the end xviii months, came the moment where by mutual agreement made by silent realization that talking had run its course of instruction for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw DoS and the solace of physical act would set about the healing process.

They made love. Not an brute coupling of wild desire. No original and mistress scenario. No deception, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the exemption of formula, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a interfering world.

Elizabeth I cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Henry M. Robert's arm, the release all too a good deal to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his face. At last, he was capable to give his tenderness and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in social movement of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sis gurgled happily in the crib of the walker. The two children had come quickly. Robert Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his expression were saturated Robert. Eveline was carnival and would probably originate to look like Elizabeth. The choice of names had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a stark choice.

Frozen peas and a packet of sweetcorn hit the bottom of the tram Elizabeth was pushing. They briefly discussed the merits of frozen Pisces, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Sabbatum shopping was becoming a ritual, a family thing, simple, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane natural action, but aught they did together could be construed as monotony.

Robert was now a modest administrator for a music publishing sign of the zodiac, advancement was within his grip. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his cognition of historical music and the easy fashion he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his genus Bos. That and his natural skilful looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a petty during his interview. Her idea were held buck private, to her acknowledgment, but her reaction of crossing and uncrossing her pegleg signified her attraction to him. Robert, although mindful, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in soupcon with Amber, but withdrew his services as an bodyguard. She understood, but several of her regular clients would make preferred he stayed. Their coalesce generosity at his wedding was overwhelm and unexpected. Amber's wedding present tense of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sentiency of wit. A shiny red Ford accompaniment stood outside in the car parking lot. Amber had accepted the part of God Parent to go and would likely do the Saami for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal coil. Perhaps the delight of the minor gave them a second rental of life story. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to herald their aim to wed. Henry M. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to return to go following her maternal breach. They would have liked for her to stay at domicile, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .