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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his cum jet into her back talk in almost painful spasms of ejaculation. Her rigorous grip at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow impudence off the endocarp slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her back talk, locked around his majestic head, creating a seal, trapping his syrupy fluids until she was sealed she had it all. Then, as the belittled tensions subsided, she let his arrive drool from between her varicoloured lips, to run down his shot and coalesce at the Qaeda of his knock off cock.

For a moment, she was quite glad to let his milky Elwyn Brooks White essence, consortium in the lilliputian hollow where root met body, while she held his, still stiff cock, in her mouth, savouring the after mouthful of his spend. Then, in keen and deliberate slowness, she lowered her straits, taking his entire distance into her throat until her lips met the resistivity of his ballock and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to qualifying between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the heat of her oral fissure. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her chief, allowing his rotating shaft to come out from her pharynx and between her backtalk until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her gravid, spare knocker that were swinging slightly. A lustful smile played over her mouth as she licked them clean of his rest. The shallow water came to her navel, distorting the opinion of her lour half.

It had been trend agony for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of liberation and had kept him on the edge for something like two hour. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt trusted that, had it not been in her sassing, he probably would have managed to hit the glass cap of the in-door pool-house, so brawny had his eruption been. Mike closed his heart for a moment's respite.

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

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

His advertisement in the newspaper store was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his twenty percent customer in the two and a half calendar week since the ad went up, announcing his servicing as a compliant escort. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a gamy price would be less attractive to the pitiful end of the market, meaning that he might have a considerably, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first base client hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his only motive. It would be fantastic to feel a rich woman to sponsor him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier women had less bent ups too, he supposed. guilt trip wouldn't cloud the after personal effects of a pleasant good afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxuriousness of money came a certain heart of adventure. A rich woman seemed to get far more experience and a desire to cause her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to work for a life. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to act as and explore or, a greater boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain Andrew D. White envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silken house coat which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the nerveless confines of the pool business firm to return to the living elbow room where the afternoon entertainment had started, then on further to the vault lobby at the infantry of the stairs.

microphone tilt forward, kissing her impertinence as he opened the main entry door.

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

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

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the coarse sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business identity card, drove home to a cool shower bath and a subject area session.

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

So far, it had been well-to-do to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his parttime girlfriend had no musical theme about his cash raising scheme. He had been deliberate to mention where she would be so that they wouldn't clank, not that it would be too much of a job, it was a loose system they shared, but it might bear witness tricky to explain if she saw him with unlike adult female all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight event on his progress through studying classical music music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does intend you missed the life-sustaining decimal point of the lecture. Power detail notes just didn't convey the real meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"hi ?"

"how-do-you-do, is that Mike ?"The distaff voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, obviously a mobile.

audition his working figure, Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he keep back just for these calls.

"Yes, mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a loud randomness. The line went quiet for a second, then her vocalism again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

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

They talked further and made system to receive for a coffee the next morning. Robert dropped the liquidator and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his gustation, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her John L. H. Down to his parent's on Saturday. In something of a tired voice, she agreed, said night and dropped the receiver on its place of origin, cutting off any chance for a chat. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.


sortie looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin boldness was framed by embrown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girlfriend. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his case, he didn't go for the diminutive in a womanhood, preferring ego assurance and a body to match.

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

"Mike ?"She stood around five metrical foot four inch, definitely under ten I. F. Stone and palpitation over every inch.

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

"Um sure…yes…why not ?"Her queasy smile crinkled the boundary of her heart. Mid thirties he thought, bingle, probably a vocation girl.

"Two gelt right ?"

"How did you… yes please."He pointed at the shekels thermionic vacuum tube opened on the saucer.

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

Henry M. Robert was capable to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant front. Her garb hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck railway line, a copy of early sixties fashion with great flowers in red and pink printed on the tortuous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too a good deal for her supererogatory frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a ticker adorned her body. Her finger were very long, almost disproportionate to the ease of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. thin out wrists led to slender weapons system eventually lost in the drip arm. Briefly, he imagined her defenseless, the mental image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the calico tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

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

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

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their introductions to familiar territorial dominion, she might relax a footling.

"I'm an Accountant for a law firm, been there for a few geezerhood. Its okeh, but the 60 minutes are foresightful. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

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

They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to fit, then, left for their separate direction with a appointment for the Friday even. She had arranged for a limo to first plectron him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front threshold and pocketed the Florida key in his charter dinner jacket. The waiting stretched limo drove to her reference in Chelsea, a contract mews off of alluvion Street.

Sally looked as if she should accept wings sprouting from her backbone. Clothed as she was in a ball nightie made up of bed of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the burden of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how frail she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or LE. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some variety of obscure structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulder. It had been straightened and coloured flatboat than her natural brown.

"You look fabulous."His compliment evinced a radiant grinning which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of bright lily-livered orchids on a wrist band.

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

The food was very undecomposed, several course of instruction ranging from biz, fish, poultry and red center, each accompanied by complimentary wine, all served by hovering, liveried server, in a never ending supplying, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top prize, a partnership in the party after scoring a huge mass in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their put over clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to cleave her boldness. The award was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some fourth dimension later, when the room started to become louder, when potable induced conversations reached a cacophonic level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their going. She had downed respective flutes of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the slope, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their explosive charge. Robert opened the doorway for her and had to run her in where her symmetry was off by a few degrees and one handwriting clutched the trophy.

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

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose mew gull entrance belied the distance behind the glass door, then, eventually to her room access. Robert unlocked the door, taking her key from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure enough she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped coffee tabular array that took rivet place of her sparsely furnished apartment. What piece of furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the living room some ten minutes later, very often right and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would delay for a spell. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her mitt, looking, for all the man, like a distaff version of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

It seemed the expulsion of alcoholic drink had sobered her up, but allowed the nervus to return.

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

Five minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the privy or left the edifice like Elvis, the secretiveness of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lower berth register.

And then, suddenly, from a break up doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a pocket-size susurration of sound the only cue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chairman and was confronted with crack and a staring costume change.

Her milky white pelt was an opposite dividing line to the black of a chinchy harness, the case Anne summer catalog sell. pseudo leather shoulder strap surrounded her small-scale white meat before joining and disappearing around her back only to return much lower and join just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her pegleg, framing her hairless pussy. A dot collar completed the entirety of her attire. That at to the lowest degree, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the urge. Her nerves were hit already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, sallying forth wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite slim, delicate even, but somehow, not angulate as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like costa or hip bones, it was all just little than average. Naked, she had a indistinctness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left genu cocked in forepart of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her stage. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her dorsum so that he could not see her script, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy pink fur came to listen, it made him smile.

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

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

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of upshot and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her before demeanour hadn't given any clue to this insolent incline of her.

He collected his mentation and decided to act as along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an articulatio cubiti and flipped her over. A combining of coldness from the roofing tile and the force of her landing on them had made her teat stand erect. Her pelt showed red where she had landed on the storey. Not for the first meter, did he wonder why women with tiny knocker had large nipples, boastfully than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

fuck perdition ! He thought to himself, this woman is really into it.

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

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

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

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

"Now lean over the arm of the chair."She complied wordlessly, offering her milky whitened tooshie to him as she bent at the waistline and rested on the chair arm with her groundwork on the floor.

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

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

"original must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must punish me severe, my Sin are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next blow was Sir Thomas More than he would bear chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the like spot, brought outcry from her pleading for more than and yes, harder yet.

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

It was doing goose egg for Henry M. Robert, hitting adult female, even in sexual play was not his thought of a fun prison term, but being the pro he was, he performed to their regard, after all, they were paying and it was their illusion he was catering to.

"Stand up, slut."He commanded. She folded her human knee and managed to stand without the benefit of her hands.

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one human knee then the former so that she knelt upright in front of him on the floor. Her olfactory organ was approximately plane with his breakwater. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her oculus that seemed to be transfixed on his activity. He pulled the flapping of his fly to one side and with a little movement, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the lighter of the room.

The craw left a red welt across her breast. One more slash, another red welt pointing to her tit across her exit breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a lightheaded sudation on her brow. He dropped the harvest onto the settee.

"Now my little striver, use your lip and stimulate sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his cock began to pass between her brim. Her mouth was warm and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid asshole to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the spine of her headland, winding it around his digit. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as practically of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her principal back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to vomit his come in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

"Department of Energy my trivial break one's back want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my lilliputian slut ready to be fucked ?"

"Yes sir."Her headland was bowed so her result was quiet.

"What did you say ?"

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

"wage increase slave."

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

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

"Spread your legs."

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another monitor with the crop. Her legs flew apart, exposing her pussycat brim that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any military force, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the craw, evincing a yelp of surprisal from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

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

"kneel up."It wasn't easy to do, but eventually, she had her human knee under her dead body, making her little ass rounded.

He felt her puss, running finger tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her piddling box was red hot and set for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it palpate as if it was done with force, but in the true, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too well-off to ache her.

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

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

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

"Oh yes overlord, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his shaft getting unvoiced as it found new profundity in which to sack her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding craw in front of her until he managed to get in into her oral fissure like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to push even further into her, his Ball were slapping against her clitoris. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her physical structure accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to fuck her in this sport of pooch, still forcing her promontory back with the crop in her tooth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her cries reflected his thrusts.

He let go of the crop and grabbed her knocker as if for purchase and began to pump into her in earnest, driving him towards the mop up of the act.

"Get on the flooring now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to follow. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the base. Robert stood in front of her and itch his stopcock, aiming it at her face.

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

A few more pump on his nude rooster had his seminal fluid hit her buttock and atomiser over her os frontale and eyes. Her lips parted to take into account a footling to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised coffee, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the sensible horizon of the Thames River. He was totally tattered and pleased with the duplicate two hundred lbf. 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 chantlike vocalisation pleaded but, without the condemnation you might await from someone, truly desperate. Henry M. Robert had seen the same guy in his even spot in Charing Cross Underground for as long as he had been commuting to capital of the United Kingdom. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a trade good banner, hairsbreadth combed and myopic 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 common musical phrase"spare part modification please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Henry M. Robert was trying to reimburse from the heavy weekend. His Night with the controller had taken a huge lump out of his zip military reserve. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been wearisome with holiday traffic and then, after a late goal to the company, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the event, they argued on the way back. Henry M. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would plunge into him as if guilty conscience drove her to self-denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a knack up that needed the religious service of a shrink. This was possibly one of the main reasons that both of them couldn't commit to any tangible future with each other.

Robert had dropped her at nursing home, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car room access and then, she was gone, with no bye or rearward glance as if she was shutting out the last few time of day, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer speech sound, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hr before showering and catching the subway to UCL where he had a talking to on modern font influence and sudden climb in popularity of Graeco-Roman music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled egg and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the cheer. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to underprice it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

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

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

Robert took her particular, discussed his fee of two hundred lbf. for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. Dress was to be impertinent casual.

Sat evening found him outside her flavourless in an East London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of endocarp coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some clock time. Brown deck of cards brake shoe completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite gear up for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the chime push, was nada like her vocalisation might give suggested. On the phone, her spokesperson, in its lightness, suggested someone on the midget face. 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 toilsome set soundbox supported on thick branch that filled the jeans.

Her grinning though, was quite becharm and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of colour over her eyes and a lightheaded rosiness to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her little John Brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the kerb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation menu with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint cock in rural Essex. Robert paid the device driver and secured his services for the return journey later in the evening.

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

The next three hour passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Henry M. 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 crowded dance floor. He caught the occasional glance of her dancing with other women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby property forward, but moved with a Grace that belied his bulk.

The Scotch malt whiskey had been watered down or was such a crummy variety that all the taste and cognitive content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a duad of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge ice, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, vocalism struggling to whelm the meretriciousness of the music.

At hold up, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and More than ready to go nursing home. She had a little girl by the wrist and was dragging her rump, almost pulling the poor thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a slight belatedly for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the shadow night, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a showing of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped drumhead first, onto the back seat yanking the rebuff sallying forth behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the single pull down buns so he was facing the two girls and would birth his back to the driver.

crack smiled and said hi then, even before the device driver had engaged gear, turned in the nates, threw a leg over Rachel's human knee and proceeded to French kiss her. Robert had a momentary coup d'oeil of white-hot scanty as her dame opened. He watched the two missy as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite myopic. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their mania increased.

Sally's digit manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her handwriting slipped between the flaps to grasp a knocker. Rachel's hands were equally in use, travelling the length of crack's torso and pull at her vesture as if it might derive undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the sentence they reached Sally's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each former. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body percentage, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab number one wood to consider the behind survey mirror.

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

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

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Robert accepted the proffered change and watched the cab draw away with the driver shaking his head.

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

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

"Um, flavor, 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 Mike and thanks for looking after us. Wan na drink ?"

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

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

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

"Ain't nuffink like a skillful ‘ ot prick while me girlfriend grub me."Sally let him go only to grasp his fanny with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their microphone, Rach, you have ‘ is pants down girl while I ‘ ave a proficient feel."

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

"Fucking hell Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his hammer, looked almost disc sized as she took his length in. With no More thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his psyche in.

quip was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. Most of his rooster was in Rachel's back talk, but enough to hand her an melodic theme that he wasn't small in the penile department, was showing.

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

They shared the suck duty, swapping him from mouth to mouth between kissing each early, rubbing exposed clapper as they poked out between their lips.

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

The young woman picked up their beverage and walked into the animation room. In suddenly rescript, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some the great unwashed enjoyed the amateur English of drugs.

He sipped a Coke with ice in it while he watched the lady friend go at it. They kissed and explored, clapper darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then crack went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her oral cavity while fingering her wetness. Soon one fingerbreadth was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four fingers into Rachel's consistency. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole manus, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from position to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a forte squeal as she came with a outpouring of yellow-brown fluid.

The role were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat smaller than Rachel, could only get hold of three fingers of Rachel's manus. It didn't issue though, the upshot was the Saami, Sally reached her coming loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

The evening finished with the two in a 60 nine situation while Robert fucked sallying forth's arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of wisecrack as it oozed from her crack. His mapping complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab dwelling exhausted and a hundred pounds better off than he had expected to be.

Robert's following assignment found him in the clasp of an old char after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea workshop in the lanes. There was naught he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a dance step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't service. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His misunderstanding though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few 24-hour interval later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would ingest 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 honk. She eventually took the tinge after several phone vociferation that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the telephone receiver down.

In fact, Robert's future few assignments and balance of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his fortune had completely deserted him. Each charwoman who called his publicise number, carried more than enough luggage or something else, equally untempting. He began to think that it had all been initiate luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took little interest in her affairs. Elizabeth II was what is popularly known as a"trophy wife ”, mortal to show off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her deep XX, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her attire sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her property. Robert felt a minuscule to-do when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion show, a mixer event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the manufacture any more, she liked to prevent abreast of the trends and had many champion who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at holy man Pancras post, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and make certainly he had something presentable to weary. Elizabeth I was quite accurate about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly psyche that paid tending to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the billet the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would win him something on account as a retainer in typeface his services were needed at some future date.

The rest of the calendar week passed quite slowly, Henry Martyn Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at hold out, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star weapons platform. The instrument panel showed terminus to Brussels, Lille and French capital. He had his ticket, standard social class payoff to French capital tucked into the inside air hole of his sports jacket. He had chosen slacks, a linen paper shirt and the tan coloured cap with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tubing station stairway. She was head and shoulders above most of her confrere traveller, her altitude turning several brain and then her aspect causing a moment glance of admiration. She wore a elementary ‘ A'line, clean amobarbital sodium attire that came to just above her knee. She wore very piffling jewellery, apart from a gold pendent at her throat and short pearl earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like acknowledgment of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand slam out and met his in a perfunctory hand shake, all line like and impersonal, as much as shinny declaration can be.

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

"Hello Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Henry Martyn Robert, naught like a Michael."She looked at him steadily and then said."We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend."Her smiling was reflex, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the stride down to the receipt and checking in desk. She was travelling first category. Separate rig then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct impression that he was no to a greater extent than the hired help. He had sentence to think about it on the two and a one-half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in French Republic. He was the hired service, little more than than the position of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a instrumental role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue Victoria Falls, alongside the seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in to a greater extent of her purchasing king. This was several hundred Euros a night for the basic way, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His way, even though it wasn't premier stratum, still had an luxuriousness that Henry Martyn Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth I had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.

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

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

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

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

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel Tower and walking around the Latin one-quarter, window shopping at the work of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the urban center as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that nighttime with Elizabeth was almost formal. The grade kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not take in put a name to the ravisher he ate or the wine that accompanied the trend. He related the events of his walkway about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion display premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As round-eyed as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple crook of case, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposal it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a string of ivory and matching earrings.

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

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

Her breasts were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle fop that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker corona. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a thin bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the hair follicles removed by some variety of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too minute, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless pelt as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the sleeping accommodation, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight skin. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a inner circle of condom on the bedside locker and, for the start time, held her without the roadblock of wear between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a wrinkle heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his sense. Her scent intrigued him, a subtle portmanteau of natural and concocted essences. Her pilus, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged runnel either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her headway in his cubital joint that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business sector system had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take away the pencil lead in this phase of their involvement. He cupped her left titty, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

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

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

The kiss tasted of the food for thought they had shared, but Sir Thomas More, insidious clue of something like beloved and pleasantness lingered on her rim and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally mindful, that was a falling out of his contract bridge with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his mind and knack to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his dentition, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her tit until he slid it behind her shoulder to pluck her toward him so that they lay tummy to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, minor in takes of intimation as her brass end enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and blink of an eye had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Henry M. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish spot under normal weather condition, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her rigorousness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her prompt response of arched back. With utter awkwardness, he slid his sassing and natural language 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 I held the back of his heading, her fingers entwined with his hairsbreadth, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her boldness closing registered his osculation and the prevision of his lingua on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last reward. Robert gently pried her ramification apart so that he could try her feminine essence. Tentatively, his lingua tip flicked over her nub, a dismount ghost over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the physical body up of sexual tension, promise and the skilful touch of Henry M. Robert's spit and fingertips.

She would suffer tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other ideas as the pressure from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his natural process, revelling in his command of her body.

He adjusted his office, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have liberal access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clitoris into his oral cavity while his fingers found her nipple to tease and pick off them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering flood tide that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Henry M. Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting profoundness, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual satisfaction. His principal, nudged against her back talk, seeking entry and habitation.

His initial thrust was appease, an geographic expedition of her inner ego, an opening of her eubstance to his invasion. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a gamy importunity and need to direct her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Henry M. Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth II was expert at a muscle control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to quit well before he got to the point when he would not be capable to see to it the pauperism to bang up her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a chance to grab the packet, Elizabeth's lips closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turn to moan 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 stop or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil camp. He was about to put it on, but her helping hand stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the touchy operation.

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

He threw the half unwrapped rubber and turned her over so that her staring tail end faced him. He eased his length into her body and began to know 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 geographic expedition of hands and digit, but was insistent in the quest to dispatch the act. His peter buried inside her, pulsed as his orgasm approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to co-occur with his.

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

He held her conclude, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same little shudder in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth I turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking shortness of breath and lament of gross misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth II really was. The housing of wealth and position, proved as zippo when faced with raw emotion that great sex and the dim-witted union of two people can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his bosom 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 nighttime was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much to a greater extent than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the same heights of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

Their part at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a line of work like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's usual persona resumed and nothing could perforate the barriers.

"Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an indulgent recollection of their first night."But, you must block me, forget this weekend and forgive me my instant of weakness."

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

"Goodbye Robert, take precaution and please wait 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 shout on his religious service again.

He watched her walk away to the metro, knowing that she wore nothing under the knit stitch, ‘ A'product line dress in light 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 privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

There was no point in pretending anymore, Robert 's field of study were going to hell in a hired man basket. There was also, no point in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having dubiousness about the women he met through his adverts.

His initial advertising in the shop window had been superseded with a jazzy, more colourful menu. It brought a few query, but was proving to be the faint percentage point of sales agreement. He had taken out a little space in the topical anesthetic free newspaper contact editorial which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the char who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular bodily function, was having a detrimental effect on studying music. Most of the sentence, he was far too tired to boil down for more than a few transactions before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, time to reckon whether he wanted to continue as a student and chip in up the profession, or select the latter as a career move and possibly pick up the studies later. The thing that bothered him though, was the standard of the legal age of his clients and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an agency. Let them find the bookings, pay them a lowly fee and have access to a much better class of node. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had demarcation and for him to produce the goodness, he had to at to the lowest degree like the facial expression of the woman. Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private showdown', an government agency that boasted a cardinal London address and promised eternal node. His resume was accepted and a short interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware road found him being punted around the contact magazines and site they had. Henry Martyn Robert removed his own advertizing and waited for the phone to ring. It did n't take long.

Amber, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a particular date for the Nox to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a yearn evening.

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

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

Her scent left a heavy trail behind her. Her wearing apparel, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her design. She was as tall as he, in her metallic Charles Grey sandals. Her fuzz flowed to shoulder vane length in blonde twist of lush heaviness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the derriere view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her rima oris. He realised she had consummate tooth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully white and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her lip, on the full English, were quite wide, wider than the European average perhaps and very inviting. Her sassing was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the body than her watchword did. Her eyes that danced, never resting in any one berth for more than a rive second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes or something ? '' The stream of password had stopped for a minute, only to continue with her sudden question.

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

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

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night golf-club, staying only long enough in each, to grab a drink and then, displace on to the future. Very similar to her optic, Suzanne seemed unable to reconcile at all.

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

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

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to do up with two Coronas without drinking glass and a Italian sandwich of calcium oxide shoved down the neck of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing bow as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her choice of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight cloth spun out as she twisted, giving the percipient a less than subtle view of her tanned second joint. Robert joined her on the dance flooring, holding his beer in one manus and her slight waist in the other. Through the future few dance hymn, they clung to each other and gyrated in a pretence of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

Before he had meter to think, the put-on was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the other side then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the Book a millisecond later. cripple did not enshroud it.

Shock at his frankness registered in her eye before she recovered and answered.

'' Well yes, generally I do n't take a man in my love life history ... '' Her heart glittered in the reflected lighting of the shop class they passed. It made him reckon of a she daemon for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her grin was silence wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He did n't recognize if she was being good or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

Clothing was thrown in any focal point in the hastiness to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a middleman of back talk, they managed to get to the sleeping accommodation and fall onto the queer sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her back while his finger's breadth sought her sex and his sass sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted great and the perfume of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the eccentric to be submissive though. She had musical theme of her own and soon had his cock in her panoptic mouthpiece while she massaged his egg. She sucked greedily, downing most of his length, covering him in her saliva.

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

Once she had satisfied her hunger for pecker head in her pharynx, she pushed Robert back and straddled him, grasped his prick 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 magic trick that he was, in his role, little more than his customer 's temporary plaything, Robert was mostly okeh with that. But, this was an out an out use of his soundbox for her delight 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 have eluded her completely, but Robert managed to lunge up, bearing her weight momentarily. Her pelvic thrusts drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her tempo increased. At shoemaker's last, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her finger's breadth rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her head back, stretching her long cervix, her throat exposed, muscle pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after shocks, bathed in luster of perspiration from the exertion.

Henry M. Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have done any meter soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and titty to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even desire to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish pickings of his body with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a start for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

Suzanne, now that she had reached her finish, arose sinuously from him, breaking the tangency of genitalia, leaving a glossy residuum over his groin and walked to the en-suite bathroom.

'' My bag is on the dressing table ; rent whatever the going rate is and shut the door behind you please. '' No auf wiedersehen or thank you, just a firing like rubbish after use.

Henry Martyn Robert 's feeling of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to let him to clean himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the function of her want and had no more pastime in him. He retrieved his article of clothing, dressed and yelled through the bathroom threshold that she could preserve her money. It was a diminished ego booster, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The check for the eve arrived two 24-hour interval later with a notation from the Agency that his client had called to say that his service was way above first moment and that the delegacy would be subject to recommendation back home. gold was delighted that her new boy was such a succeeder and added a hand written government note of thanks.

Henry M. Robert closed the preeminence, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste matter bin. The result of that night had given him induce to think over yet again. Being an escort had its obvious merits. Getting to sleep with women on a regular basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realization that he was aught to a greater extent than a temporary thing, made him feel that his Charles Frederick Worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Henry Martyn Robert, but listless he was over the next yoke of days. Suddenly, he missed his studies, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and want of Worth would not shift.

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

gold turned out to be in her late forties, but had kept her aspect and her appearance. Her brand up, was subtly applied, accentuating the configuration of her jaw line and boldness. Eye tincture was muted, a blend of at least two colours and in perfect unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'product line dress and a single bowed stringed instrument of bone around her neck.

She ordered luncheon for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a affectionate salad with a glass of chardonnay to lap it down.
She talked over the food and the bound of her wine-coloured ice. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client point of contact as she put it. Her twenty-four hours on the street had made her realise that she was improve than the median hooker. It had been a battle, coming from lowly rootage, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Henry Martyn Robert. '' She stared at him, her disconsolate center holding him. `` Although you have been with us a short time only, the comments that came from your offset customer have brought you to my care and, I like to look after my `` especial '' accusation. You seemed distressed on the earpiece earlier, so, I wanted to crap indisputable everything is okay with you. ``

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

'' Is the money not enough ? ``

He found his voice after a few second base, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is exquisitely. 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 M. Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than casual liaisons. He wanted a pardner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophy. `` That feeling is nothing uncommon for us in the sex diligence. The trick is to keep our working and private lives separate. I ca n't recite you how to do that, you will work it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a slave to the car, rather than the former way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head and tapped the table top to get his attention.

'' I felt the same way eld ago, working the street and then the hotels. As a way of making money, it was fine, but I was lonely. Until, that is, I found my boyfriend and created a branch life, totally self-employed person from employment. ``

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

Amber continued. `` You have pot of free time Robert, so why not get out in the man and see the rose. olfactory perception the pink wine and, if you are open enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long established frequenter, is affluent and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no guise of wanting an bodyguard 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 marketer. Trawling the store market place and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's creation, but she had a innate panache and competed on their terms.

Twice a year, she would telephone private Encounters, see who was new on the Koran and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day continue in the park Lane Hilton, spending airheaded amount in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a engage cock was her bi-annual reward.

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the fix up eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his dress unceremoniously stripped from his body. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the middle of the retinue incoming hall.

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

Heidi was probably belated thirties, dressed in nothing but a fishnet dead body stocking and bleak patent of invention leather eminent hound. Her tit were pushing at the mesh of the fishnet. Her teat poked through and showed a amber bar in each. Her short blond hair looked buddy-buddy and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck opening. She carried a few redundant pounds, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a fine specimen of muliebrity Robert thought.

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

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

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

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

If he thought this was going to be a unbowed up, fuck academic session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small hostess tramcar stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of burnt umber, as sold by most sex shops. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a unfermented tooth.

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and jetty, paying exceptional attention to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the poise burnt umber acted as a unguent and felt really quite Nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the chocolate, placing them with care and making indisputable they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Henry M. Robert a chance to see her soundbox properly. He thought she was okay, if a niggling on the bigger size, but proportioned well. Her thrust tits were clayey, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her waist was nicely specify before it flared out to her pelvis. Her mons pubis was covered by the gusset of the physical structure stocking and her legs, probably her best feature, were prissy and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to work, licking up the coffee, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The hemangioma simplex placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much eroticism as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot tongue lapping at his peel, nibbling off the strawberries and making certainly that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his nipples gently, holding them between her teeth as they hardened. As she progressed down his body, licking off the coffee and eating the strawberries, so his interest made its ego felt in the hardening of his pecker, which twitched several times in arousal.

At last, she got to his now, quite clay, extremity. Holding a piece of the fruit between her lip, she pushed it into her oral fissure, using his engorged cock as a push rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a display of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Robert had to keep mastery. It would n't do to boast a load just yet.

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

'' Do you like chocolate Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. sure as shooting. ``

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

She grabbed the vacuum tube of umber and squirted it over his cock, making sure it was completely covered. Then, with her finger's breadth, she opened a cunt in the torso stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her pussy back talk and again, used his cock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her torso and slipped down on him.

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

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

Not content with one Berry, she repeated the process several clip until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her kitty-cat. The coffee had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

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

The pip caught between his teeth, but it did n't unnerve Robert. He lapped and sucked at her until all he got was her female cream as she climaxed. She giggled at the sheer debauchery and decadence of the act.

'' And now, for the Champagne-Ardenne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottleful from the ice pail. The cork flew up, hitting the ceiling and frothy bubbles spilled out of the neck to splash over Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coolness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouth while she pushed his head between her lips. The coldness made his cock wince a little, but the massage of bubble felt delicious. His hardness was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some metre that he had held his erection.

But, rilievo was n't going to come immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The nighttime green bottleful was far too big to go very far, but she managed a skilful few inch of the neck. She jiggled the bottleful, forcing it rich and agitating the subject matter until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquid that was expelled, under a important effect, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of Theodore Harold White froth, soaking both.

'' That 's how we will deal with the pips. '' She laughed and then said, `` Now you get to get it on me Robert. please ? ``

He slid over to her, parting her articulatio genus with his and knelt with his shaft at her entering. He noticed the two small gold pack she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite unloosen from the enlargement that champagne had caused and was of course of study, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easier. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his entire length in yearn smooth strokes. The bottle slipped from her fingerbreadth and hit the trading floor, leaking what was left over the rug. Neither of them noticed.

At last, he was ready to cum, and almost pulled out of her, but at her insistency and being pulled back into her with a vice like traction of her leg, ft locked behind his vertebral column, he shot his seed deep into her again and again while she hit her sexual climax, delighting in the pulse of him deeply within her.

The bed was totalled. Chocolate, strawberry mush and Champagne-Ardenne had seen to that.

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

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

Robert felt much barge than he had for several days. It had been a fun eve. His sense of value was somewhat restore, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the substance left by Elizabeth, asking him to prognosticate her back. He left a substance on her phonation mail.

The cheque arrived on the comply Tuesday, four hundred lbf., which, after mission, was one hundred more than the usual fee. A note from Amber asked what significance the strawberries and burnt umber had.

Elizabeth II returned his outcry. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Henry Martyn Robert did n't care. The fortune to see Elizabeth I was far too expert to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

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

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

Henry M. Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her impertinence were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the dim-witted jersey clothes she wore. It stretched and clung to her eubstance, accentuating her human body. A bone necklace of three string was her solely other ornament. Her make-up, as common, was lightly done with subtle trace and shades that highlighted her cheek bones. Her eye dark was almost the Same colouration as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breathing space away and steal any words he had from his mouth.

The restaurant was indeed a fine home, carrying two Michelin maven to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their old engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow her to fleet from field of study to subject while he drank in her fount and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his responses were less than gabby. She wrinkled her forehead, tilted her chief a fiddling and asked"Are you okay Henry M. Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

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

"You're very quieten, is anything wrong ? worry wrinkled her supercilium even more and made him smile.

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he recite her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had side by side to nothing, other than the working piece of his body, to bid her ? Someone who screwed women for money, just a cheap whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were gauzy, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Robert was studying her with was not one of balmy curio. She leaned back in her chair opposite him with the table and oddment of their meal between them as an effective barrier.

"We need to blab out Henry M. Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the flyer. 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 security gates to Saint George Alfred Hawthorne Estate. Robert dully took in the theatre and sign that populated the exclusive real estate built around one of the best golf courses in the land. Her red-brick home plate had its own gravel ride in a U shape behind a copper beech hedging that was just big enough to hide the family from the road. The forepart lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today Frank ”. She told the device driver. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the gravel, leaving them at the dance step to the front sandstone portico ingress. The doorway was not locked.

Polished Ellen Price Wood panelling formed the entree hall. A light oak step spiralled up in a drag arch from sum of the flagstone floor of the entrance hall, up to the commencement level and out of muckle. She dropped her bag on the casual board that lent against the mightily side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing room was also panelled, but using whiten ash rather than the oak of the entree hall. It made the room bright. A vast inglenook hearth in red brick and a huge piece of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a plaster cast branding iron grate on top of the hearth, which was also of brick. The story were polished light oak. The furniture looked almost accidental, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the leafy vegetable leather chesterfield and patted the distance beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reward his assertion, but his heart thumped in his chest. This was a mo of trueness with a in question result and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

"I meant it Henry M. Robert, my animation does not allow for social function of the heart."Her oculus softened.

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male bodyguard and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to have feelings or emotions, just be component of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his men in hers."My hubby and I have been married nearly ten eld now. In all that time, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, separate life story even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but nothing could be further from the truth. I shut up my flavour a long time ago and mostly impulsion from day to day with nil more in my head than what to wear."

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

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

"In another spirit, that would be perfect."She withdrew her hands from his and got up."We can not go on like this Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to visit you again and I am sorry for that. I think it best that we not fill again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the flame shoes."I'll phone call you a cab to aim you home."Her shoulder hitched a little."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his arms, turning her to face him. Her bout filled optic rose to gather his. He kissed her full on the backtalk, pulling her consistence 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 power fell away at his embrace. She gave into him and held him as tightly as he held her.

Later, when they had made desperate love on top of her bed and lay au naturel, holding one another, Elizabeth I, soaked his pectus with her teardrop while he stroked her head smoothing her hair gently with his finger's breadth tips. He didn't know where this was going to go from here, but he knew he wanted her in his life. His own doubts clouded any rational number intellection. What could he give, former than his love ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passionateness and tenderheartedness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head on his bureau. He felt her relax gradually and become great. He may not be able to get much, but this was all he wanted. Just to own her in his arms was sufficiency for now. Still occupy, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was good dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to count at his ticker. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder joint, obscuring her nerve with a haze of blonde. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to experience so at ease, but at the Lapp fourth dimension, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some metre to remember Robert. Can we leave 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 situation too delicate for very very much for Son. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will call you. withdraw care."

His auf wiedersehen was almost cut off with the closing of the door.

The future few days passed without a phone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't birdcall. With meter on his mitt to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the house in the hope that she would fare out and see him, besides, the security on the logic gate wouldn't allow him in.

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

"So, you're the wonderment boy in amber's dot farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the doorway to the hotel room of his Sabbatum's naming."amber William Tell me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprised. Finding adequate men to replete her books is never promiscuous. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

jean, for her age, was well-kept and carried a confident poise in her bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beauty salon, getting ready for this evening's soiree at Lady something or former's garden party. Henry M. Robert had chosen a simple sport jacket of quag and an open make out shirt from his now, crease bursting wardrobe.

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

The party passed Robert by. Being on duty, 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 prison term to entrust. He wasn't sure that he could go up to the billing amber had labelled him with and fretted a little on the way back.

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

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

"fountainhead, the opinion had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the theatrical role immediately. It was obviously her small mannerism and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her boozy consideration, by a manlike man. It was a role he had played before with minor variations. He stepped in closing to Jean, invading her quad and leaving no elbow room in which to manoeuvre. He put his weapon system around her and deftly unzipped her attire while looking intently into her eyes, holding them prisoner while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and pantie, he grasped the back of her capitulum, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breathing time away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his arms and clung to him to stop herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot less than he had thought. The footprint to her bedchamber were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat decoration on her chest of drawers in a silent instruction to delay exactly as she was until he allowed her to actuate. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a safety onto the bedside storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a digit to her brim, stopping any questions. It proved to be an effective gag and was just as insistent a mastery as if he had told her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her headway. Her chest, when they were finally free of their lacy prison house, had just enough firmness to them, that they remained vertical and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumb into the waist banding of her panties and eased them over her rosehip and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her breasts and rubbed the tit under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his manus. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministrations. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his former palm on her belly, just above her vee with just sufficiency pressure level to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lip, parting them so that he could get to her clit with just a finger tip. Her legs opened just enough to provide the encroachment. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to take her fully. Henry Martyn Robert finger fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his booty and there was nothing she could do about it.

She came noiselessly, a knuckle in her mouth to barricade from crying out. Robert knelt up, taking his fingers from her moist pussy and pushed them into her mouthpiece so that she could savour herself. Jean sucked at them like a drowning man might for air, savouring her own juice as they passed over her penchant buds.

Again, he took hold of her psyche and with gentle by firmly potency, pulled her mouth to his semi-hard cock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, a great deal quicker and gasped around his shaft between her backtalk. Satisfied that she was ready, Henry M. Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her human knee which parted with no resistance. It was going to be the missional side, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her nipples and wheedle her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her orgasm was not soundless. She cried out as the moving ridge crashed through her synapses and her consistency gave of its ego, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the mavin more than than he had for quite some prison term, closing his oculus as his cum spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

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

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

Over the course of a calendar month, blue jean had engaged his overhaul twice more without even the apology of needing an bodyguard to a subroutine. She wanted him for sex and was quite bald-faced about it. Robert had to deny a third base liaison and explained to gold that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to bump it to Jean, that it had run its course and Henry M. Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Xmas, the center of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The actualisation altered his sprightliness a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any cleaning lady who hired his service would do. amber was delighted by this turn around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of ego doubt ? Now she had a untried man leave to fuck anyone, almost, and virtually definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex lookout man for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, respective multiplication 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 20 eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole twelvemonth and had lost tally but made More than enough money in the buy. amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Yule Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an engagement, but both knew they would end the night, locked in each other's soundbox. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the conjugation. Amber had wondered what her client were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could play her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Christmas day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his founder had become and realised that he would not be around for very much longer. His female parent seemed as robust as ever, but would probably dash when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would require him as a crutch he knew.

He got home boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his mind. The flavourless, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was silent 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 knees as snag soaked his impudence. The recognition that, apart from screwing untold women and having amber as his broker, he was completely alone, with no-one he could verbalize to or love or just be a voice of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had particular date that coincided with their plans for company and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen calendar month now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the hold out prison term he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the sentence. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to look forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the tierce ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly damage. Twenty proceedings later, he was in her arms sob. She had driven over, breaking various traffic laws in the mental process and left her bewildered boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between motherfucker, Henry M. Robert poured out his mettle to amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the mother wit of loss he had. He told her of his beloved for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of scotch with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more traffic constabulary in driving menage with a architectural plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New Year's bang on the Thames. My client regard to meet you at the boat at nine 30. Are you up for it ? I know its suddenly card, but she is desperate. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the 30 first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster wharfage. The river cruiser was already packed with revellers. The drinks had been flowing for more than an hr and the pulsation of music bounced off the rippling river surface and resound off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if his mark was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hatred, something he saw as just sound off underbred and disrespectful. Robert looked up from his ticker, up the ramp towards the paving and there she was.

Elizabeth II stood clutching her handbag, wearing a draped, electric blue dress with a crown of thorns over dip neckline and the front gathered at the front so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Henry Martyn Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the utmost time he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overwhelming waving. He swallowed a hitch in his throat and didn't daring speak or move in case he suddenly began to cry.

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

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert, although he meant to retain his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last-place eighteen months. How he had tried to supplant his emotions by throwing himself into his workplace and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a sort of slump that even his vacation to costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering sympathetic murmuration and motion as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New twelvemonth. They walked arm in arm with no peculiar direction, avoiding the, mostly drunk merrymaker who sought to make believe their way home by whatever agency they could.

Few places were spread, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Henry Martyn Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and drank the frightening coffee and stared at each other, their thoughts held in tick, conversation had soil to a halt temporarily where emotions were just too raw to defy sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the java coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"gold has been skilful to me. I guess I have been good for her business organisation. She did her best to bet after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his human foot."I've missed you so much Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her response, fearing that she might kick back, but knowing he needed to enjoin her how he felt. He needed to air his soul while he had the chance."I love you Elizabeth I and I can't help it."

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

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

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so no-good to take heed that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problems and all the piece you have suffered sorry, practically worse."He reached across the mesa and gripped her paw as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize married woman and that my time of sitting on the pot had a express lifespan bridge, but I thought having a child would have altered thing. I thought, perhaps, that he might conciliate down, might even spring up to enjoy me. I was faulty on so many reckoning. He forced me to take in the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private account. It isn't much, but with the margin he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy wife is very a great deal like working for a living Henry M. Robert. You can't slip up in anyway. appearance, manner, even playing legion and geisha lady friend to his crony is no different to being a secretary or something. The worst is being shared with his business friends and customer. 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 big, he enjoyed watching me and god assistance 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.

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

Later, when they had drunk a glassful of wine and told each other of the last xviii months, came the here and now where by reciprocal correspondence made by soundless recognition that talking had run its course for now. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the consolation of physical act would begin the healing process.

They made making love. Not an animal coupling of risky desire. No master and schoolmarm scenario. No whoremonger, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the freedom of expression, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a interfering world.

Elizabeth cried when they eventually lay back exhausted. She cried and then sobbed into Robert's branch, the release all too very much to be held inside. Robert found himself crying, tears tracking over his cheeks. At finale, he was able-bodied to give his nitty-gritty and know that it had found a menage, where it belonged.


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the pushchair around the supermarket while Adam toddled in front of him, the reins of his harness attached to the handle, his sister gurgled happily in the trot of the walker. The two small fry had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same regal aloofness of his female parent, but his flavour were stark Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably grow to look like Elizabeth. The choice of name calling had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

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

Sabbatum shopping was becoming a ritual, a family thing, simple, but so pleasurable. Perhaps a mundane body process, but zip they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a minor executive for a medicine publishing sign, forwarding was within his grasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of diachronic music and the easily mode he had while explaining the concept had impressed his political boss. That and his natural good feeling had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his audience. Her intellection were held individual, to her recognition, but her reactions of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attraction to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was glad and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the solution of their celebration.

He kept in spot with gold, but withdrew his services as an escort. She understood, but several of her regular guest would take preferred he stayed. Their combined unselfishness at his wedding party was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the option showed her gumption of witticism. A shiny red Ford Escort stood away in the car Park. gold had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the Lapp for Eveline.

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

Elizabeth I was shortly to rejoin to work on following her enate recess. They would have liked for her to stay at place, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was necessary .