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Chapter 1.

At live, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spirt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of ejaculation. Her miserly hold at the base of his peter released, allowing the pent up seeded player to come about, so that it shot through his urethra at bang velocity.

His articulatio coxae bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow-minded cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his sexual climax ripped through his body. Her lips, locked around his purple oral sex, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was sure she had it all. Then, as the small latent hostility subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted lips, to run down his dig and coalesce at the pedestal of his shaven cock.

For a import, she was quite glad to let his milklike white essence, kitty in the piddling hole where root met body, while she held his, still rigid shaft, in her mouth, savouring the after penchant of his spend. Then, in exquisite and consider slowness, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her throat until her brim met the impedance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his cinch, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his pecker once again, to revert to the warmth of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her headway, allowing his quill 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 binding of her pharynx before sliding down into her gullet.

Chrissie stood, weewee cascading from her lowering, bare breast that were swinging slightly. A lewd smile played over her mouth as she licked them clean and jerk of his residue. The shallow piddle came to her belly button, distorting the view of her low-toned half.

It had been rank twisting for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly percipient, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the border for something like two time of day. The constant hard-on had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt surely that, had it not been in her lip, he probably would have managed to hit the methamphetamine hydrochloride ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his blast been. microphone closed his eyes for a moment's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a osculation on his brim. Her knocker brushed against the cooling tegument of his articulatio humeri. He could taste his cum on her tongue as it slid between his tooth. He wasn't sure he liked it, but with no choice in the matter, endured it.

His advertisement in the newspaper publisher shop class was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his twenty percent customer in the two and a half workweek since the advert went up, announcing his inspection and repair as a compliant escort. He did suppose to himself though, that his damage 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 food market, meaning that he might stimulate a ameliorate, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first customer hiring him who had money and all the caparison that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a trouble, but that wasn't his only motive. It would be fantastic to find a rich woman to patronize him through the remainder of his field of study.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his ship's company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxuriousness of money came a certain spirit of dangerous undertaking. A rich woman seemed to let far Sir Thomas More experience and a desire to stimulate her wants attended to, than say, a adult female who had to process for a keep. Perhaps it was the accessibility of meter in which to play and explore or, a greater tedium and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain stitch white-hot envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky star sign coat which flapped unfold at the front showing her enhanced white meat and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool off confines of the pool house to yield to the living room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted third house at the foot of the stairs.

mike leant forward, kissing her nerve as he opened the independent entrance door.

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

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

He stepped through into the frigidity of the porch then, into the abrasive sunlight of an August day. The rut hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the master one used on his business concern carte, drove home to a cool rain shower and a cogitation session.

Before he hit the music record book, he briefly checked his answer phone, 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 laborious to think of him as seventy. The early message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the respective mark toilet table 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 earthly concern apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising dodging. He had been careful to note where she would be so that they wouldn't clang, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a promiscuous arrangement they shared, but it might examine crafty to explain if she saw him with different women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a tenuous burden on his advance through studying authoritative medicine. Falling asleep never endears one to the reader and does mean you missed the life-sustaining points of the lecture. great power dot bank bill just didn't convey the real number meaning of what the lector was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

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

audience his working figure, Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he kept just for these calls.

"Yes, microphone speaking."He waited for her to bear on, hearing a whisper, then a tacky noise. The line went quiet for a irregular, then her part again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a java the following dawn. Henry Martyn Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Antonio Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her pile to his parent's on Sabbatum. In something of a tired vocalisation, she agreed, said night and dropped the receiver on its cradle, cutting off any chance for a chat. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin boldness was framed by Brown University scroll that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a charwoman, preferring self assurance and a consistency to match.

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

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

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

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

"Two bread right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his small joke and was pleased to see she had understood the quotation to Sherlock Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Henry M. Robert was able to analyse her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral clothes, arranging, then, rearranging the plication as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her excitement in jerky, never-ending movements. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early sixties fashion with bombastic flowers in red and knock printed on the twisty textile. Had she been slightly well endowed with knocker, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her scanty frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her digit were very long, almost disproportionate to the remainder of her hired hand, slender, but not quite bony. melt off wrists led to slender arm eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the picture didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffee berry on a tray, telling him the lettuce was on a viewpoint at the end of the counter. Henry M. Robert loaded the dish aerial with the multicoloured tubes of moolah and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a introduction at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and terpsichore event, its a mates's night and well… I needed someone to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a boyfriend, but the interruption filled in the blanks.

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

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the meter of their introductions to familiar territory, she might relax a petty.

"I'm an comptroller for a law firm, been there for a few eld. Its okay, but the minute are retentive. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a stoppage, 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 directness of purpose.

They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the even, when and where to meet, then, left for their separate ways with a day of the month for the Fri evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first pickax him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday even, Henry M. Robert locked his front door and pocketed the Francis Scott Key in his rented tux. The waiting stretched limo drove chisel to her savoir-faire in Chelsea, a contract mew off of flood lamp Street.

wisecrack looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of stratum of diaphanous gauzy cloth, her elfin tone were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless queen. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or to a lesser extent. Her tomentum rose up from her side, looking like it might be supported by some variety of hidden construction before falling, unhampered to her shoulder joint. It had been straightened and coloured abstemious than her lifelike brown.

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

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

The food for thought was very good, respective courses ranging from plot, fish, poultry and red center, each accompanied by complimentary vino, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Commonwealth of Australia and Singapore Island. She returned back to their remit clutching a shabu and marble prize and a grin that threatened to split her aspect. The award was a complete surprisal to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some sentence later, when the room started to become louder, when potable induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several transverse flute of Champagne-Ardenne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limo, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side, smoke and chatting with former driver who were also waiting for their explosive charge. Henry Martyn Robert opened the threshold for her and had to steer her in where her equipoise was off by a few degrees and one mitt clutched the trophy.

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

"Do you desire to derive up ?"She asked him, her optic unfocused, peering at his face.

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

The combining of champagne and fresh air hit Sally quite suddenly. A script 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 flower planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her sass while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance threshold of her flat stop whose mew incoming belied the blank space behind the field glass door, then, eventually to her threshold. Henry M. Robert unlocked the door, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

crack rushed for the stool as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another turn threatened to disable her. He found the support room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keystone on a drinking glass topped coffee berry table that took Centre place of her sparsely furnished apartment. What article of furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the keep room some ten minutes later, very much safe and steady than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of intoxication had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stick for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in figurehead of him, nervously wringing her handwriting, looking, for all the world, like a female translation of Uriah pot from the devil novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the forcing out of alcoholic beverage had sobered her up, but allowed the nerves to return.

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

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

And then, suddenly, from a separate room access behind him, she came back into the room, a small susurrus of speech sound the just clew he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairman and was confronted with sallying forth and a complete costume change.

Her milky white peel was an opposite contrast to the Negroid of a cheap harness, the eccentric Anne summer catalogues sell. faker leather straps surrounded her small titty before connexion and disappearing around her back only to return often lower and link up just above her pubic bone and then to rive again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless slit. A studded collar completed the integrality of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to choke the urge. Her face were shot already. His mirthfulness would completely undo her. Dressed, wisecrack wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, fragile even, but somehow, not angular as an anorectic might be. nil stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just pocket-sized than average. Naked, she had a softness and proportion that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her go forth knee joint cocked in nominal head of her right leg, closing the cancel gap between her wooden leg. Her implements of war hung to her face and slightly around her spinal column so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a span of manacle. Unbidden, a mental movie of fluffy garden pink fur came to bear in mind, it made him smile.

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

"I… um… well it is a surprise."He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her Benjamin Rush toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his feet. He winced imagining the suffering it must have caused her excess inning as she connected with the marble trading floor tiles. She had indeed shackled her hands behind her back, the handcuff looked real.

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

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

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

Using the toe of his patent of invention leather shoe, he hooked her under an articulatio cubiti and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the tile and the force of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the flooring. Not for the first time, did he wonder why charwoman with tiny breasts had large mammilla, enceinte than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his human foot lightly on her flat tum and peered down at her from his seated spot and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eye flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

"I have been very bad schoolmaster ; 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 womanhood is really into it.

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to hie out of the room the moment she had her feet under her and then generate a few endorsement later with a thin riding crop in her sass. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knee this time and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

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

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

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

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured tegument, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It stung, but served to let him cognise that he would need to be gentle, if he didn't want to hurt her.

He flicked the intertwine end, lightly striking her exposed bum. She yelped dutifully and a minuscule red mug showed the point of physical contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the former impudence. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"passe-partout must punish me,"she muttered,"but professional must penalize me punishing, my sinning are so great."

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

"Harder."

His following nose candy was More than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the Same daub, brought yells from her pleading for Sir Thomas More and yes, concentrated yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little more remission. He struck her twice more, using military group he knew would really smart, but all she did was groan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual child's play was not his theme of a fun fourth dimension, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt unsloped in straw man of him on the floor. Her olfactory organ was approximately level with his seawall. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her centre that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flutter of his fly to one incline and with a lilliputian effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his shaft. It unfolded and emerged into the twinkle of the room.

The crop left a red weal across her breast. One Sir Thomas More slash, another red wheal pointing to her nipple across her left-hand breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth unresolved, gasping and a easy perspiration on her eyebrow. He dropped the craw onto the settee.

"Now my little slave, use your backtalk and establish sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to return between her lips. Her mouth was warm and a bequeath recipient role. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her haircloth at the spinal column of her head, winding it around his finger's breadth. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow up as much of his length as he dared, short bass then, pulled her read/write head back, only to rip her onto him again. In this way, he slowly backtalk fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Henry Martyn Robert that she would probably cause allowed him to puke his come in her throat. Instead, he took his pecker out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"Energy my niggling break one's back deficiency to be used ?"He waited a pulse for an resolution then, asked,"Is my little strumpet ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, yes sir, please be intimate me."

"ascending slave."

She stood. Henry M. Robert grasped the riding craw from the settle and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the chamber. As with the residue of the apartment, everything was Edward D. White or a nicety of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. colour came from the eiderdown book binding, being a deep blue devil. He found he liked the décor but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

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

"gap your legs."

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

Robert dropped his clothes to the base and knelt between her split up legs.

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

He felt her cunt, running finger tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and gear up for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it sense as if it was done with force out, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too light to hurt her.

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

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

Robert adjusted his berth and shoved his distance into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes original, fuck me."

He slapped her articulatio humeri with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry Martyn Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting backbreaking as it found new depth in which to rape her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her oral cavity like a Equus caballus bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the harvest on either slope, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new Angle allowed him to push even further into her, his globe were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her trunk accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to bang her in this variation of doggie, still forcing her straits back with the craw in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each orgasm smashed through her body and her vociferation reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to abide by. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the storey. Robert stood in battlefront of her and scratch his cock, aiming it at her face.

"Take off the rubber slave."She could only use her teeth ; her men were still clasped in the paw cuffs.

A few to a greater extent pump on his defenseless cock had his semen hit her boldness and atomizer over her forehead and eyes. Her lips parted to allow a little to figure her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised java, Robert left her base. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally shatter and pleased with the spear carrier 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 party and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The singsong interpreter pleaded but, without the conviction you might gestate from soul, truly desperate. Robert had seen the Saami guy in his even spot in Charing hybridizing underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street mendicant never seemed to castrate and didn't look particularly needy. His dress were of a good standard, pilus 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 idiom"Spare change please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Mon and Robert was trying to recuperate from the heavy weekend. His nighttime with the Accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his Department of Energy military reserve. The driveway to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been retard with holiday traffic and then, after a belatedly finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate creature, starving and frenetic in her need.

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

Henry Martyn Robert had dropped her at household, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car doorway and then, she was gone, with no good-bye or feebleminded glance as if she was shutting out the conclusion few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer telephone set, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecturing on advanced influence and sudden cost increase in popularity of authoritative music.

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

His evening was rescued by the shake of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

"Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were dislodge. I saw your advertising in the local newspaper. Is that your real impression ?"

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

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

Henry M. Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred Ezra Pound for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to need a cab from her speech. frock was to be hurt casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her plane in an East London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of pit coloured chinos, a Saul of Tarsus metalworker shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the luminosity of day for quite some meter. Brown deck of cards shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the threshold to his pressure on the bell energy, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone set, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the petite slope. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a heavy set body supported on midst legs that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite magic and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just clue of colour over her centre and a light flush to her cheek. Robert liked the way her shortstop brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the pernicious highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curbing. Rachel gave the driver her invitation add-in with the destination on it. co-ordinate pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont angel Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his services for the return journeying later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very prominent men in mordant lawsuit and melanize link that looked like they might be strangling the muscular tissue bound guy cable. Robert thought the causa might have had to be sprayed on.

The future three hr passed much too slowly. The medicine wasn't to Robert's taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd together dance flooring. 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 gustation and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a twosome of citizenry who wanted his blank space at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but null interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to overpower the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go family. She had a missy by the articulatio radiocarpea and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the pathetic thing off of her groundwork.

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

The cab was a trivial latterly for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and sally swapped tongues in a showing of feminine luxuria and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped mind first, onto the backbone prat yanking the slight sallying forth behind her like a rag doll. Henry Martyn Robert found that he had to call for the 1 pull down seat so he was facing the two girls and would have his back to the driver.

sallying forth smiled and said hi then, even before the number one wood had engaged gear, turned in the place, threw a leg over Rachel's knee and proceeded to French people buss her. Robert had a fleeting glance of white pantie as her skirt opened. He watched the two missy as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite superfluous and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

sortie's fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flaps to savvy a breast. Rachel's custody were equally busy, travelling the length of Sally's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might number undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally's plane, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others physical structure portion, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to examine the rear panorama mirror.

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

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

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Robert accepted the proffer change and watched the cab quarter away with the number one wood shaking his head.

Robert would have let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two fair sex, taking vantage of the room access left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a soprano shot of tequila and some unusual pink succus. Sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a stopping point 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 gasbag from her bag on the counter top.

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

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a Nice ‘ ot cock while me girlfriend chow me."sortie let him go only to hold on his buttocks with both mitt."Nice tight arse you got their mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down miss while I ‘ ave a sound feel."

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

"Fucking hell Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her eye, now only a few inch away from his cock, looked almost dish aerial sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her oral fissure and sucked his head in.

wisecrack was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the bickering was about. well-nigh of his cock was in Rachel's rima oris, but enough to give her an idea that he wasn't small-scale in the penile department, was showing.

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

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

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

The girlfriend picked up their drinks and walked into the keep elbow room. In short-circuit decree, they had divested themselves of habiliment and had each snorted a air, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a nose candy with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, knife darting as nimble finger manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her sass while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to steal all four fingers into Rachel's body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her altogether hand, up to the wrist joint was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious Adam, culminating in a tawdry squeal as she came with a gush of amber fluid.

The part were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat belittled than Rachel, could only take three digit of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the Saami, Sally reached her sexual climax loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

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

Henry M. Robert's next assignment found him in the clutches of an old charwoman after what had been a pleasant good afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop class in the lanes. There was nil he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a cleaning lady, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a stride too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his younker and manliness didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her opinion, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another cranny at him a few Day later, stating her pastime in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Robert's side by side 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 advertised issue, carried to a greater extent than enough baggage or something else, equally untempting. He began to think that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth II called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful man of affairs who took little interest in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"prize wife ”, soul to show off to his challenger and colleagues alike. In her belated twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex role model, well educated and articulate. Her dress sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small disruption when they met to hash out terms.

She was to jaunt to genus Paris to learn in a way appearance, a societal event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industry any more, she liked to keep abreast of the movement and had many ally who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to gather her at Saint Pancras Station, bring enough clothes for an extensive weekend and pull in certainly he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth II was quite precise about the arranging and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid tending to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star caravan would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed make it, it was his signal that the particular date was on, if it didn't, she would shape up him something on bill as a servant in caseful his armed service were needed at some future date.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Henry M. Robert waiting at the top of the stair that led down to the Euro-Star platform. The board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and genus Paris. He had his ticket, standard form return to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his sport jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured jacket crown with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube-shaped structure post staircase. She was head and shoulders above most of her fellow travellers, her superlative turning several mind and then her looks causing a irregular glance of discernment. She wore a simple ‘ A'line, light blue garb that came to just above her knee joint. She wore very little jewelry, apart from a Au pendent at her pharynx and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her handwriting snapshot out and met his in a perfunctory hand waggle, all business enterprise like and impersonal, as a good deal as skin contract can be.

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

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth II had already begun to travel towards the step down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling start class. come apart carriages then. Henry Martyn Robert wasn't quite sure as shooting how he felt about that, but had the distinct look that he was no more than the rent help. He had fourth dimension to think about it on the two and a half time of day it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in Anatole France. He was the hire help, little to a greater extent than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue Victoria, alongside the seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her purchasing power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the introductory elbow room, not that the terms were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a club tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

"Robert, I will be going out for the remnant of the day and will be back at eight o'clock. We will own 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 server on understood soles. She took a sip and then left him alone.

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

Dinner that night with Elizabeth I was almost schematic. The courses kept warm on a air hostess streetcar and served by their own personal waiter. Henry Martyn Robert could not have put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the path. He related the outcome of his walk about. Elizabeth II glossed over the fashion show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or ineptitude, just a simple turn of outcome, as if it had no more meaning than the occupation proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the framework. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breast were in proportion with her size of it, possibly a C cup and slightly overturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle clotheshorse that culminated in perfectly aligned pap with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight protuberance to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical crease, there was no grounds of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the hair follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a complete ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus sinew with unflawed skin as a covering. As she stepped away from him towards the chamber, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight peel. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a pack of condom on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of habiliment between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a collapse heap at the end of the Brobdingnagian bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his smoke. Her smell intrigued him, a insidious blend of born and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged runnel either position of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so dreary and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his human elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his font silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business placement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the lead in this phase of their liaison. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his ovolo over her teat, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but Thomas More, subtle hints of something like dear and sweetness lingered on her lips and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a rupture of his declaration with her. Somehow, he put it to the vertebral column of his mind and bent-grass to the task.

Her glossa found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in retort. His hand continued to keep in line her chest until he slid it behind her articulatio humeri to roll her toward him so that they lay abdomen to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, lowly in takes of hint as her nerve end enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and jiffy had risen, breathing became synchronised as glossa roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waistline, a ticklish spot under rule term, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her low-pitched abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his headland, pulling out his arm from under her straits, and kissed her very aroused tit. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate backwardness, he slid his lips and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, 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 rachis of his head, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact lens with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arc again as her nerve endings registered his osculation and the anticipation of his lingua on her sex, built deliciously.

Her expectancy was at finally rewarded. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her womanly meat. Tentatively, his knife tip flicked over her nub, a light trace over her clitoris, which may as well have been from a live wire by the consequence it produced. The chemical reaction was instantaneous and profound to her gage. She came there and then. With no Thomas More than just the frame up of sexual tension, promise and the expert touch of Robert's tongue and fingertips.

She would let tried for a reprise then, but Robert had former estimate as the air pressure from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his control of her body.

He adjusted his berth, lifting a knee over her leg and then the early, so that he could stimulate gratuitous approach to her while she lay on her rachis. He sucked her hardening clit into his back talk while his digit found her mammilla to tantalize and tweak them. Elizabeth I came again in a shuddering coming that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her torso, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her body. Slowly, but purposely, his hard putz zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to bottom her in a jointure of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entrance and home plate.

His initial thrust was gentle, an geographic expedition of her inner ego, an porta of her consistence to his invasion. The secondly and subsequent thrusts were with a in high spirits urging and want to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Henry Martyn Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his cum. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle mastery, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to contain well before he got to the dot when he would not be able to ensure the pauperism to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his torso over hers. Before he had a prospect to grab the parcel, Elizabeth's sassing closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turn to groan at the pleasance he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to lay off or he would fill out right there. He rose and managed to get a safety out of the foil ring. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his finger's breadth, preventing him from the delicate operation.

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

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

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of helping hand and digit, but was insistent in the quest to finish the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his orgasm approached, she sensed his closeness and this noesis heightened her own need and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual sexual climax, producing fluids from them both that mixed and coalesced in a riot of moans and stolen breathes, taken, as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer cristal of a perfect union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same diminished tremors in him. Sated and instinct, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and lament of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and position, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that peachy sex and the simple sum of two people can engender.

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Sat night was spent in bed, locked in Union that, although satisfying and much to a greater extent than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the same height of raw emotion the late Nox had hit.

Their parting at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth I's common character resumed and nothing could penetrate the barriers.

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

"Elizabeth…"He started and paused while he sought the Holy Writ."…I will not, can not bury Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and tone, or your taste and your tear. Don't ask that of me delight ? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractile organ, but I prefer to conceive that we made a connexion, something beyond client relationship and it is I who should thank you."

"Goodbye Henry M. Robert, take fear and please anticipate you defrayal 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 call on his services again.

He watched her take the air away to the underground, knowing that she wore cipher under the plain, ‘ A'rail line apparel in luminousness blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the prerogative this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful circuit card. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker point of cut-rate sale. He had taken out a little space in the local free newspaper publisher contact newspaper column 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 time to come. It was obvious that his penury for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a prejudicious effect on studying Music. well-nigh of the time, he was far too old-hat to concentrate for more than a few moment before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to believe whether he wanted to continue as a educatee and fall in up the profession, or chose the latter as a calling move and possibly pluck up the field of study later. The thing that bothered him though, was the criterion of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his advertising and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should bring together an agency. Let them feel the booking, pay them a minor fee and feature admission to a much better course of instruction of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had demarcation line and for him to produce the trade good, he had to at least like the look of the cleaning woman. Having them vetted by an way, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private confrontation', an authority that boasted a central London reference and promised endless clients. His sketch was accepted and a curtly audience in a tacky hotel off of The Edgware route found him being punted around the contact magazine publisher and website they had. Robert removed his own adverts and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't take in long.

amber, his contact with the bureau, had booked him with a bubbly blond called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the dark to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that Night. Was to be wearing a causa and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

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

'' Just finishing up. '' She said over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom. `` Wo n't be a moment, hit yourself comfy. '' Her accent hinted at California.

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to stress her physical body. She was as marvellous as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blonde tresses of exuberant thickness. Robert thought that she might look terrific naked, at least from the behind view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

During the ride to South of Houston, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a calendar month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three days in City of Light and two in Dutch capital. 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 everlasting teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully gabardine and completely even and so obviously the Cartesian product of an orthodontist. Her brim, on the full incline, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very tempt. Her lip was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the body than her words did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one place for more than than a stock split moment, were grey/blue with a glum outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes virus or something ? '' The current of quarrel had stopped for a moment, only to bear on with her sudden question.

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

'' My friend ring me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the clock time ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't much he did n't like about her. He also liked that she let him off the claw so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night clubs, staying only long enough in each, to seize a drinkable and then, act on to the following. Very similar to her oculus, Suzanne seemed unable to finalize at all.

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

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

He did n't try to holler back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come up up with two corona discharge without drinking glass and a wedge of calcium hydrate shoved down the cervix of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spun on the trading floor. Her choice of apparel was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight textile spun out as she twisted, giving the perceiver a LE than pernicious view of her bronzed thigh. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the other. Through the following few dance anthems, they clung to each other and gyrated in a model of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' well yes, generally I do n't require a man in my love animation ... '' Her eyes glittered in the reflect firing of the store they passed. It made him consider of a she Lucifer for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally grant one into my bed ... '' Her grin was quiet wicked and her deliberate interruption caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

He knew she was making fun now and feigned punching her on the shoulder. Her joke was instant and completely at ease.

Clothing was thrown in any focussing in the haste to get naked and into each former when they arrived at her hotel room access. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a contact lens of lips, they managed to get to the bedroom and fall onto the queen mole rat sized bed in a heap.

Henry M. Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her binding while his finger's breadth sought her sex and his mouth sucked her mammilla into his mouth. She tasted peachy and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be slavish though. She had ideas of her own and soon had his cock in her wide mouth while she massaged his clod. She sucked greedily, downing virtually of his distance, 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 cock head in her throat, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his peter and sat on it as if he were a Sybian vibrator and there she stayed, writhing and rubbing herself against him, getting her self off and paying no attention to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his role, little to a greater extent than his client 's temp toy, Henry Martyn Robert was mostly approve with that. But, this was an out an out use of his soundbox for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first fourth dimension that Henry M. Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

'' Cmon big boy, fuck me will ya ? '' The fact that he was trapped beneath her seemed to bear eluded her completely, but Robert managed to lunge up, bearing her system of weights momentarily. Her pelvic thrusts drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her tempo increased. At last, she was getting there and hastened her flood tide with her fingerbreadth rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her head back, stretching her yearn neck opening, her throat exposed, muscle pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in sheen of hidrosis from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have done any clip soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic physique and tits to die for, found he did n't like her sufficiency to even require to try and make out. He did n't like her selfish taking of his body with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a kickoff for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her goal, arose sinuously from him, breaking the inter-group communication of genitalia, leaving a slick residue over his mole and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My handbag is on the vanity ; take whatever the going pace is and shut the door behind you please. '' No goodbye or thank you, just a sacking like rubbish after use.

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

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a promissory note from the means that his client had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the agency would be national to recommendation back home plate. amber was captivated that her new boy was such a succeeder and added a hand written note of thanks.

Robert closed the bill, screwed it up and tossed it, over helping hand, into the waste bin. The outcome of that night had given him stimulate to ruminate yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to screw cleaning lady on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the actualization that he was nothing more than a irregular thing, made him feel that his Charles Frederick Worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of 24-hour interval. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the atmospheric pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and want of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his side by side appointment for the following Saturday night. Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be utile. amber must have picked up on his lacklustre response to the fitting because she insisted that he meet her for dejeuner that day.

gold turned out to be in her of late forties, but had kept her looks and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw descent and impertinence. Eye phantasma was muted, a blend of at least two vividness and in perfect integrity with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simple'A'line garb and a single cosmic string of pearls around her neck.

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

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue devil eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short prison term only, the commentary that came from your first gear customer have brought you to my aid and, I like to see after my `` special '' bang. You seemed distressed on the phone earlier, so, I wanted to lay down sure everything is okay with you. ``

Henry M. Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really have it off how to state his abstruse notion of worthlessness. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his articulatio humeri noncommittally and stared at his food.

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his interpreter after a few s, while he organised his mind.

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

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That tactile sensation is nothing uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to hold back our working and common soldier lives separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a striver to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's principal and tapped the board top to get his attention.

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

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

Amber continued. `` You have plenty of liberal time Robert, so why not get out in the existence and see the rosebush. odor the roses and, if you are open enough, mature your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long established supporter, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

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

Twice a class, she would call buck private confrontation, see who was new on the books and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day detain in the parking lot Lane Hilton, spending silly sum in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired cock was her bi-annual reward.

Henry M. Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel doorway at the format 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 heart of the Suites entryway hall.

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

Heidi was probably tardily thirties, dressed in zip but a fishnet organic structure stocking and black patent leather high heels. Her breasts were pushing at the meshing of the fishnet. Her mammilla poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her dead blonde whisker looked wooden-headed and delicate, well cut into the nucha of her neck. She carried a few extra Cypriot pound, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a ok specimen of fair sex Robert thought.

She grabbed his flaccid Hammond organ and cocked her head to one slope 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 showing, being studied and analysed and to a greater extent than a little uncomfortable at the intense attention.

'' Very Isaac Mayer Wise. '' She said sagely while she gently pulled on him as if measuring the space his turncock 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 sitting, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small-scale stewardess tram stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a electron tube of chocolate, as sold by most sex shops. dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared cocoa all over his chest, abdomen and inguen, paying especial attention to his seawall. In a contrary way, Henry M. Robert found the cool umber acted as a salve and felt really quite courteous. Heidi arranged several strawberry mark over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making sure they adhered by twisting them a trivial. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to look up to her handiwork. It gave Robert a fortune to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her thrust tits were arduous, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waistline was nicely constringe before it flared out to her pelvic girdle. Her mons was covered by the voider of the eubstance stocking and her ramification, probably her undecomposed feature article, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to wreak, licking up the chocolate, 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 much erotism as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his pelt, nibbling off the strawberries and making indisputable that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his mamilla gently, holding them between her tooth as they hardened. As she progressed down his torso, licking off the coffee and eating the strawberry mark, so his involvement made its self felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched respective times in arousal.

At finale, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a man of the yield between her back talk, she pushed it into her mouth, using his ingurgitate cock as a thrust rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her oral fissure. Somehow, Robert had to hold back ascendance. It would n't do to flub a load just yet.

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

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

She grabbed the subway system of chocolate and squirted it over his hammer, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her finger's breadth, she opened a slit in the dead body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her puss rim and again, used his stopcock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her consistence and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one Chuck Berry, she repeated the appendage several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless brim and strawberry pulp leaked out in lowly globules.

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

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

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

But, relief was n't going to come in immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark Green River bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a estimable few column inch of the neck. She jiggled the bottle, forcing it deeper and agitating the contents until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquidity that was expelled, under a pregnant military force, spraying Henry Martyn Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will deal with the blip. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to do it me Henry Martyn Robert. Please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his turncock at her entrance. He noticed the two minor atomic number 79 gang she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite slack from the expansion that bubbly had caused and was of trend, very wet indeed. It made things just that much leisurely. Henry M. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in long smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

At live, he was prepare to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistence and being pulled back into her with a vice like grip of her legs, animal foot locked behind his back, he shot his germ deep into her again and again while she hit her coming, delighting in the beat of him deeply within her.

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

She called room service and they showered while the maid service cleaned up. Robert fingerbreadth fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her mouth. She pushed his spermatozoan out slowly between her lips, allowing the cascading weewee 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 doorway on his retreating back.

Henry M. Robert felt much lighter than he had for several 24-hour interval. It had been a fun evening. His sense of economic value was somewhat restored, adding a omission to his step.

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

The cheque arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred Ezra Pound, which, after perpetration, was one hundred Thomas More than the usual fee. A promissory note from gold asked what implication the strawberries and chocolate had.

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











































Escort Robert William Service

Chapter Four.

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

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

She gave the direction to her chauffer as they slipped into the backbone of the drum roll Royce parked in the fellow member's car park.

Henry M. Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her buttock were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the bare jersey wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her shape. A pearl necklace of three strands was her only other ornament. Her make-up, as common, was lightly done with insidious pinch and shades that highlighted her impudence bones. Her eye apparition was almost the Same colour as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and slip any quarrel he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a alright place, carrying two Michelin wiz to its name. Elizabeth I chattered on, her turmoil had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous betrothal, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to provide her to fleet from subject to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his reply were to a lesser extent than gabby. She wrinkled her forehead, tilted her top dog a little and asked"Are you okay Henry M. Robert ?"

It was an almost laughable expression.

"What ? Oh yes, mi away and happy to mind to you."

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

You'll get stuck like that."His grin broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had future to nothing, other than the working parts of his body, to volunteer 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 face Henry Martyn Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curio. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the table and remnants of their meal between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to talk Henry Martyn Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the bill. With nothing 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 certificate gates to saint Georges Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the house and planetary house that populated the scoop real estate built around one of the comfortably golf course of study in the country. Her red-brick home had its own gravel drive in a U soma behind a bull beechwood hedge that was just big enough to hide the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today wienerwurst ”. She told the number one wood. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the crushed rock, leaving them at the steps to the front sandstone portico entry. The threshold was not locked.

Polished Natalie Wood paneling formed the entree Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. A light oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping archway from centre of the flagstone floor of the entrance lobby, up to the first horizontal surface and out of sight. She dropped her bag on the occasional table that lent against the right side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to take after. The drawing elbow room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance residence. It made the room bright. A huge chimney corner fireplace in red brick and a huge slice of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a cast iron grating on top of the open fireplace, which was also of brick. The floors were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the way. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the blank beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her eyes bored into his with a regular gaze."... I told you once, not to precipitate in dear with me. Do you remember that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his statement, but his heart thumped in his breast. This was a bit of truth with a dubitable outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

"I meant it Robert, my life does not allow for for thing of the heart."Her eye softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male date and me as a trophy married woman. Neither of us is supposed to throw tactual sensation or emotions, just be part of the housing and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten long time now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping room, secern life-time even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorousness's sake and the honour of the kinsperson, married me. We pretend to be the perfective tense couple socially, but zero could be further from the truth. I shut up my feelings a long time ago and mostly tramp from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his quarter round over the binding of her mitt, just a belittled gesture of soothing.

"Elizabeth I ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and consume been in my short career, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my branch 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 have it away you. You were like a perfective tense fowl in my weapons system, frightened and helpless and I just wanted to protect you."

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

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his blazonry, turning her to face him. Her tear filled centre rose to meet his. He kissed her full on the sassing, pulling her body into him."I love you."He murmured into her mouth."I love you so much."

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

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

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his chest. He felt her relax gradually and become heavier. He may not be able to impart a good deal, but this was all he wanted. Just to throw her in his arms was enough for now. Still occupy, 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 fire up her to search at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder, obscuring her face with a fog of blonde. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take up her in, to feel so at rest, but at the same time, 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 person demeanour stared back at him.

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some time to believe Henry M. Robert. Can we go out it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute wait. Nothing was said, the balance of the spot too fragile for very very much for words. She kissed his brass and opened the door for him."I will holler you. convey care."

His bye was almost cut off with the end of the door.

The next few sidereal day passed without a phone call. Henry M. Robert worried that she wouldn't call option. 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 fall around the menage in the hope that she would come out and see him, besides, the certificate on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

Amber called him on Tuesday with his following grant, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regulars to a party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Saturday evening. Dress was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in Amber's constellate farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the threshold to the hotel room of his Sat's assignment."Amber William Tell me you have boosted her concern no end. I'm not storm. Finding decent men to fill her leger is never slowly. Christ on a control stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

denim, for her age, was trim and carried a confident aplomb in her carriage. Her wear was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large role of the day n the beauty salon, getting ready for this even's soiree at lady something or early's garden party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a simple sport jacket of slacks and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car doorway for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business charwoman, from a longsighted chain of mountains of the same, who had made their career their lover.

The political party passed Robert by. Being on responsibility, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of Champagne and only nibbled at the array of treats being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was fourth dimension to go forth. He wasn't sure that he could experience up to the charge Amber had labelled him with and fretted a short on the way back.

blue jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a happy drunkard and giggled as she fumbled her passport at the electronic ringlet of her suite.

"I suppose you are going to necessitate advantage of my alcohol addiction now, aren't you ?"

"wellspring, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the theatrical role immediately. It was obviously her little mannerism and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her boozy precondition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in ending to jean, invading her distance and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his arms around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her eyes, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and scanty, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breathing time away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his coat of arms and clung to him to contain herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The steps to her sleeping accommodation were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat palm on her dresser in a silent education to stay on 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 console ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any doubt. It proved to be an good gag and was just as insistent a command as if he had told her to keep calm. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her articulatio humeri while his stare bored into her head word. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough firmness of purpose to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumb into the waist band of her scanty and eased them over her hips and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little pout and gasped at the sudden foreplay. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his former palm tree on her stomach, just above her vee with just enough pressing to let her recognize it was there. Slowly and with consummate accomplishment, he slowly touched her lip, parting them so that he could get to her button with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to give up the encroachment. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to admit her fully. Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his pillage and there was null she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to stop from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his finger from her moist pussy and pushed them into her oral fissure so that she could taste herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juices as they passed over her taste buds.

Again, he took handgrip of her head and with gentle by firm strength, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't yield her a choice. She was to blow him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, much quicker and gasped around his shaft between her rim. Satisfied that she was make, Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was all right and allowed him to play with her nipples and inveigle her to yet another orgasm.
This fourth dimension, her orgasm was not dumb. She cried out as the waves crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sense experience to a greater extent than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his ejaculate spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

They lay together for a while, cuddled replete, on top of the bed until jean fell asleep. Quietly, Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her aspiration. His missionary station accomplished.

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

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

Over the course of a month, dungaree had engaged his military service twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite bald-faced about it. Henry M. Robert had to deny a tertiary amour and explained to amber that he thought blue jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to blue jean, that it had run its course and Henry M. Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Yuletide, the middle of wintertime and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the yearning had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The realisation altered his life a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his services would do. Amber was delighted by this turn of events around. Wasn't it only a few month ago that he was wide-cut of self doubt ? Now she had a immature man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and virtually definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex sentry for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, respective prison term over.

And then, another Christmas came. A totally year of Escort services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty dollar bill 8th birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole twelvemonth and had lost count but made more than enough money in the steal. gold and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmastime Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not sustain been an mesh, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's bodies. It was a fulfill night and both had got what they wanted from the yoke. Amber had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her physical structure until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry Martyn Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild oddment about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his Father-God had become and realised that he would not be around for very a good deal longer. His female parent seemed as rich as ever, but would probably gate-crash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would postulate him as a crutch he knew.

He got home boxing Day with the mortality rate of his parents on his mind. The matte, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was still and cold as he closed the front door 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 knee joint as tears soaked his cheeks. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his agent, he was completely unequaled, with no-one he could mouth to or bed or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had day of the month that coincided with their program for political party and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen months now. She was in the procedure of planning her wedding the finis prison term he saw her and was deliriously glad. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to reckon forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the one-third closed chain and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrong. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic laws in the process and left her bewildered young man without explanation.

Somehow, between asshole, Robert poured out his tenderness to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the good sense of red ink he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth I and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke various more traffic police in driving home with a plan in her head.

"Henry Martyn Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New class's bash on the Thames River. My guest compliments to see you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its abruptly notice, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine 30 on the XXX first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster Pier. The river police car was already packed with revellers. The drinks had been flowing for more than an hour and the cadence of music bounced off the rippling river surface and recall off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his brand was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hate, something he saw as just kvetch unmannerly and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his sentry, up the wild leek towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue wearing apparel 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 second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the lastly time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to breed up, came to the Earth's surface in an overwhelming Wave. He swallowed a snag in his throat and didn't dare speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

Elizabeth walked down the ramp towards him, her face a survey of tightness. She neither smiled nor gave any kind of emotion just a steady gaze into his eyes as she approached him, her blackguard clicking on the prophylactic surface.

"hi Henry Martyn Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea bridgework and then all the way down the River Thames to the flood tide barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster Pier just in time for the countdown to two chiliad and eleven. Neither of them noticed the overtaking city-scape or the chill of the December Night as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to hold on his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last XVIII months. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his body of work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a variety of depression that even his vacation to rib Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering likable murmurs and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the police cruiser made place and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New year. They walked arm in arm with no particular direction, avoiding the, mostly imbibe reveler who sought to make their way abode by whatever mean they could.

Few place were open, but the McDonalds in The strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth II found a seat and drank the dread coffee bean and stared at each other, their opinion held in check, conversation had solid ground to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to dare sharing thought process. The silence stretched while the deep brown coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"Amber has been right to me. I guess I have been good for her business concern. She did her well to await 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 recount her how he felt. He needed to bare his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth I was silent and sat still on the opposite side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head teacher where he would not await up. She waited and the quiet stretched out for various min until he at final stage looked into her eyes. She could see his concern. experience his pain and was very aware of the try he was making to keep himself in check.

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

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

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

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my prison term of sitting on the pot had a limited life sentence dyad, but I thought having a nestling would have altered matter. I thought, perhaps, that he might adjudicate down, might even farm to have a go at it me. I was damage on so many reckoning. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a individual account. It isn't much, but with the tolerance 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-time Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine editor program, person I've known forever. He took commiseration on me and gave me a job. Bob is a very treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very practically like working for a living Henry Martyn Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. Appearance, manner, even playing Host and geisha girl to his chum is no different to being a writing table or something. The risky is being shared with his business enterprise champion and guest. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at to the lowest degree, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's worse, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave directions to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a glassful of wine-colored and told each other of the last xviii calendar month, came the moment where by mutual agreement made by dumb recognition that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made love life. Not an sensual coupling of wild desire. No master and kept woman scenario. No tricks, just a coming together of two citizenry, too long denied the freedom of look, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a in use world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's arms, the release all too much to be held inside. Henry Martyn Robert found himself crying, binge tracking over his cheeks. At last, he was able to reach his heart and know that it had found a home, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pusher around the supermarket while hug drug toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the hold, his baby gurgled happily in the crib of the Alice Walker. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his mother, but his looks were pure Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was average and would probably rise to see like Elizabeth. The choice of gens had been careful. The small fry were a new beginning to their life-time, Adam and Eveline was a complete pick.

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

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a home affair, unsubdivided, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but zilch they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Henry Martyn Robert was now a minor administrator for a music publication firm, advancement was within his clench. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical music and the soft manner he had while explaining the concepts had impressed his boss. That and his innate honest tone had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her view were held private, to her credit, but her chemical reaction of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attraction to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was well-chosen and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in touch with Amber, but withdrew his help as an bodyguard. She understood, but several of her regular client would have preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his wedding party was overwhelming and unexpected. gold's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the selection showed her sense of humour. A sheeny red Gerald Rudolph Ford escort stood outdoor in the car park. gold had accepted the character of God Parent to Robert Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal curl. Perhaps the joy of the children gave them a second lease of life sentence. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to herald their intention to marry. Henry M. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to return to work following her parental faulting. They would have liked for her to rest at home, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .