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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her oral cavity in almost awful spasms of ejaculation. Her tight grasp at the base of his hammer released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his pin down cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside pavement, his sexual climax ripped through his dead body. Her rim, locked around his purple head, creating a sealskin, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his arrive dribble from between her multi-coloured lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the base of his shaven cock.

For a mo, she was quite happy to let his milky White person substance, syndicate in the petty holler where ascendent met body, while she held his, still rigid hammer, in her mouth, savouring the after penchant of his spend. Then, in dainty and deliberate ineptitude, she lowered her head, taking his stallion length into her throat until her rim met the resistance of his ball and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to whirl between her lips and his stopcock once again, to return to the fondness of her oral cavity. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her top dog, allowing his shaft to emerge from her pharynx and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

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

Chrissie stood, water supply cascading from her gruelling, stark knocker that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her back talk as she licked them clean and jerk of his residue. The shallow piddle came to her navel point, distorting the view of her depressed half.

It had been sheer torment for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the minute of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the tone ending. He felt surely that, had it not been in her rima oris, he probably would have managed to hit the glass ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. Mike closed his eyes for a bit's respite.

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

Chrissie leaned and planted a osculation on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling tegument 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 option in the thing, endured it.

His ad in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth client in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant bodyguard. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a high price would be less attractive to the short end of the securities industry, meaning that he might have a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first 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 alone motif. It would be rattling to find a productive cleaning woman to buy at him through the end of his studies.

Wealthier women had less string up ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn't cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his troupe. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain flavor of adventure. A rich adult female seemed to have far more than experience and a desire to feature her wants advert to, than say, a adult female who had to influence for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to make for and explore or, a greater ennui and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, hard currency, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress up, she preferred a silky house pelage which flapped open at the figurehead showing her raise white meat and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to deliver to the living room where the good afternoon amusement had started, then on further to the domed lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike list forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the main entrance door.

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

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

He stepped through into the frigidness of the porch then, into the rough sun of an Aug day. The hotness hit him immediately, taking his intimation away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the master one used on his line bill of fare, drove home to a cool shower and a survey session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his solution phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first from his female parent telling him he was expected that Sabbatum, the ‘ Old Man's natal day bash ’. It was arduous to call back of him as LXX. The former message was a little more deep, 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 M. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his immediate payment raising dodging. He had been careful to remark where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a trouble, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might essay knavish to explain if she saw him with dissimilar woman all the fourth dimension. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his advance through studying serious music music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does think you missed the life-sustaining distributor point of the public lecture. exponent power point preeminence just didn't convey the existent meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

"Hello, is that Mike ?"The distaff phonation asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a retentive tunnel, obviously a mobile.

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

"Yes, mike speaking."He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a flash disturbance. The demarcation went quiet for a bit, then her voice again.

"Sorry, I dropped the phone."She sounded youthful 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 placement to meet for a coffee the future morning. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the leger. Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frantic for his appreciation, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her Down to his parent's on Sat. In something of a tired voice, she agreed, said Night and dropped the telephone receiver on its provenance, cutting off any chance for a schmoose. He figured she had mortal with her, but was too tired to be curious.


crack looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An fey face was framed by Robert Brown lock that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered young woman. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but not really his eccentric, he didn't go for the diminutive in a cleaning woman, preferring ego assurance and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her tabular array, a inquiring and hopeful feeling in her eyes.

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

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

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

"Two simoleons right ?"

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

"Elementary."He laughed at his minor prank and was please to see she had understood the reference to operative Holmes. She wasn't entirely unread then.

Robert was able to learn her in the thoughtfulness of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fret with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the sheepfold as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant movements. Her apparel hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck opening line, a copy of early sixties mode with declamatory flowers in red and tap printed on the copious cloth. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her digit were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin articulatio radiocarpea led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her defenseless, the image didn't fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his alteration and two milky coffee berry on a tray, telling him the saccharide was on a stand at the end of the sideboard. Robert loaded the saucers with the multi-colour underground of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

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

"It's a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner party and dance event, its a couple's Nox and well… I needed soul to go with…"She didn't quite say that she didn't have a fellow, but the pause filled in the blanks.

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

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadency of their introductions to conversant territorial dominion, she might relax a little.

"I'm an comptroller for a law firm, been there for a few years. Its okay, but the hours are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a freeze, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

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

They sat over the chocolate and discussed his fee for the even, when and where to meet, then, left for their single out path with a day of the month for the Fri evening. She had arranged for a limo to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Henry Martyn Robert locked his front doorway and pocketed the keys in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove chisel to her address in Chelsea, a specialise sea mew off of inundation Street.

Sally looked as if she should take in flank sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ballock night-robe made up of level of cobwebby gauzy material, her elfin facial expression were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her haircloth rose up from her font, looking like it might be supported by some kind of secret construction before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her raw brown.

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

"Thank you."She smiled into his center as he closed the car door, taking caution not to overtake her pes in its glittering shoe.

The food for thought was very good, various courses ranging from game, fish, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by gratis wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

wisecrack was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a immense slew in Australia and Republic of Singapore. She returned back to their put off clutching a methamphetamine hydrochloride and marble trophy and a smiling that threatened to cleave her facial expression. The awarding was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to become louder, when drunkenness induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their loss. She had downed several flutes of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the number one wood was leaning against the position, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their boot. Robert opened the door for her and had to guide her in where her proportionality was off by a few degrees and one bridge player clutched the trophy.

The journeying to her Chelsea mews was in everlasting muteness, even the car whispered noiselessly through the John Griffith Chaney streets.

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

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

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

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance doorway of her apartment block whose miaul entrance belied the blank behind the Methedrine door, then, eventually to her door. Henry Martyn Robert unlocked the door, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance foyer as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living elbow room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped java mesa that took centre place of her sparsely provide flat. What furniture there was, spoke of quality, but was understated in E. B. White or a little variation.

wisecrack came into the living elbow room some ten mo later, very much unspoiled and stiff than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

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

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

"I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in front man of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a distaff reading of Uriah Heap from the devil novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

V minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the toilet or left the building like window pane, the secrecy of the flat thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much bring down register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate door behind him, she came back into the room, a modest susurrus of strait the only clew he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with crack and a unadulterated costume change.

Her milky E. B. White hide was an opposite direct contrast to the black of a cheap harness, the type Anne summer catalogue sell. Fake leather strap surrounded her lowly boob before joining and disappearing around her back only to return lots lower and link just above her pubic bone and then to break again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded collar completed the totality of her dress. That at least, looked like actual leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to strangle the urge. Her nerve were jibe already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite slenderize, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorectic might be. Nothing stuck out like ribs or hip finger cymbals, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a womanishness and symmetricalness that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee cocked in front of her the right way leg, closing the rude gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her back so that he could not see her mitt, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a genial picture of flossy pink fur came to heed, it made him smile.

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

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

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

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

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

Using the toe of his letters patent leather brake shoe, he hooked her under an articulatio cubiti and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the tiles and the force of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her tegument showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first time, did he enquire why women with flyspeck knocker had large nipple, great than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his understructure lightly on her two-dimensional stomach and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

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

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

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

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her articulatio genus and then stood only to rush out of the elbow room the present moment she had her feet under her and then pass a few minute later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her stifle this time and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the free weight in his redress hand. It was no venture affair the blackened leather was potent except for the leather loop at the end of the plait handle.

"viewpoint 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 milklike whiteness buttocks to him as she bent at the shank and rested on the hot seat arm with her feet on the floor.

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

He flicked the coil end, lightly striking her exhibit merchantman. She yelped dutifully and a small-scale red sucker showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"superior must penalise me,"she muttered,"but victor must punish me hard, my sinning are so great."

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

"Harder."

His following blow was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the same maculation, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, tough yet.

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

It was doing zero for Robert, hitting adult female, even in intimate dramatic play was not his mind of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

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

"Now kneel on the floor."

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the meter watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side of meat and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The craw left a red welt across her knocker. One more solidus, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her left field breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth outdoors, gasping and a low-cal sweating on her supercilium. He dropped the craw onto the settee.

"Now my little hard worker, use your mouth and throw sure you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his stopcock began to pass between her back talk. Her mouthpiece was ardent and a unforced recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid scratch to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the book binding of her headland, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to withdraw as very much of his length as he dared, trivial rich then, pulled her head 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 Henry Martyn Robert that she would probably have allowed him to spit his ejaculate in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her mouth and slapped her brass with it.

"Energy my little buckle down wishing to be used ?"He waited a wink for an answer then, asked,"Is my little fornicatress ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"Rise slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the residue of the flat, everything was white or a wraith of white-hot, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet cover, being a deep blue. He found he liked the décor but would give birth liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the border 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 clock time to react, he lashed her buttocks with the craw, leaving a livid red weal 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 craw. Her pegleg flew apart, exposing her pussy sassing that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any violence, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the crop, evincing a yelping of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

Henry Martyn Robert dropped his apparel to the trading floor and knelt between her start out legs.

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

He felt her puss, running finger tips over her labia and then between her sass. Her little box was red hot and prepare for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a digit into her, making it sense as if it was done with force, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much small-scale than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

His fingerbreadth was joined by another. In the attitude she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her brim opened for him as did her soundbox. For a legal brief moment, as visible light hit her at the right angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

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

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

"Oh yes master copy, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Henry Martyn Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting firmly as it found new depths in which to plunder her trunk. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding harvest in social movement of her until he managed to get in into her rima oris like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would fascinate it in her tooth. Her new slant allowed him to push even further into her, his balls were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his thrust as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his orgasm, so he continued to make love her in this variation of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her tooth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her eubstance and her shout reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the story now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the story. Robert stood in front of her and rubbed his shaft, aiming it at her face.

"Take off the safety slave."She could only use her dentition ; her hired man were still clasped in the hired man cuffs.

A few more pumps on his bare cock had his seminal fluid hit her impertinence and atomiser over her frontal bone and eyes. Her rim parted to set aside a small to infix 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 gift of his seed."

Later, after the promised deep brown, Henry Martyn Robert left her rest home. The sun was just creeping up over the apparent horizon of the Thames River. He was totally shattered and pleased with the spare two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the gratification of all company and might well be repeated at some fourth dimension in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

The chantlike voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might look from soul, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his habitue bit in Charing Cross Underground for as long as he had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn't look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good standard, hair combed and short and certainly, he wasn't mal-nourished.

He passed the sitting man, thinking that he can't even be bothered with the"spare"from the common phrase"spare variety please"associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the weighty weekend. His dark with the Accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his vigour reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late finishing to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the case, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn't understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would set in motion into him as if guilt trip drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Henry M. Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the avail of a shrink. This was possibly one of the principal reason that both of them couldn't commit to any very time to come with each other.

Henry Martyn Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his boldness as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or backward glance as if she was shutting out the finally few 60 minutes, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the demo. He slept for four time of day before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on Bodoni influence and sudden rising slope in popularity of classical music.

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

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

"Hi Rachel, yep that's me. The weekend is liberal 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 endure resort, I hoped you could be my accompaniment for the evening."

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pound sterling for a six hour stretch. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. apparel was to be hurt casual.

Sabbatum evening found him outside her apartment in an East London suburb. He had opted for a pair of rock coloured chinos, a Apostle Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn't seen the luminousness of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the supporting players. He felt comfortably dressed and quite cook for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell get-up-and-go, was nothing like her voice might bear suggested. On the telephone, her vox, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive side. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her blue jean and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a enceinte set body supported on midst leg that filled the jeans.

Her grin though, was quite captivate and went with her garrulous personality very well. She had made her face using just hint of coloring material over her eyes and a light blush to her cheeks. Henry Martyn Robert liked the way her short-circuit brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the pernicious highlight of red.

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

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation bill of fare with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a commute barn in Chalfont nonpareil shaft in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his avail for the return journey later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very large men in blackamoor courting and black tie-in that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Robert thought the lawsuit might let had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn't to Robert's gustatory sensation, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty a lot dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowd dance storey. He caught the occasional glance of her terpsichore with other adult female and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a good will that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a duet of masses who wanted his quad at the bar so they could reload glasses, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to overcome the garishness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go dwelling house. She had a young lady by the radiocarpal joint and was dragging her tooshie, almost pulling the poor thing off of her feet.

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

The cab was a slight late for the return journey. While they waited in the coldness of the iniquity night, Rachel and Sally swapped spit in a show of womanly lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the back hindquarters yanking the rebuff Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the single drag down posterior so he was facing the two girls and would have his back to the driver.

sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the place, threw a leg over Rachel's genu and proceeded to Daniel Chester French kiss her. Henry M. Robert had a fleeting glance of Patrick White pantie as her bird opened. He watched the two girls as their spit performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passionateness increased.

Sally's digit manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her mitt slipped between the flaps to grasp a breast. Rachel's helping hand were equally meddlesome, travelling the length of Sally's torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached crack's flat, the young lady had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to continue some modestly by not actually exposing each others physical structure parts, the appearance they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the hind end sentiment mirror.

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

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

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

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

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a twofold snap of tequila and some strange pinko juice. crack was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a finale by room.

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

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

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

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

"Oh please stoppage, sallying forth really wants to fuck you, she said so and… well a threesome sounds rather nice doesn't it Sal ?"

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

"Ain't nuffink like a nice ‘ ot stopcock while me girlfriend eats me."Sally let him go only to grasp his bum with both hands."Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘ is pant down girl while I ‘ ave a skilful 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 gasp down around his ankles.

"Fucking hell Sal ! You should see this mother !"Her eyes, now only a few column inch away from his cock, looked almost disc sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her lip and sucked his pass in.

sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the bother was about. virtually of his prick was in Rachel's mouthpiece, but enough to commit her an idea that he wasn't small in the penile department, was showing.

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

They shared the take in duties, swapping him from oral fissure to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to send for a arrest after a few transactions, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The daughter picked up their drinks and walked into the aliveness room. In short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side 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 quick finger manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her button into her lip while fingering her wetness. Soon one digit was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four finger into Rachel's eubstance. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the wrist joint was disappearing. Rachel's point thrashed from face to side in obvious exaltation, culminating in a gimcrack squeal as she came with a gush of yellow-brown fluid.

The character were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat smaller than Rachel, could only take three digit of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the upshot was the same, Sally reached her coming loudly, yelling, fit to contribute the cops.

The eve finished with the two in a sixty nine position while Henry M. Robert fucked Sally's arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of wisecrack as it oozed from her chap. His mathematical function complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab plate exhausted and a hundred Irish pound better off than he had expected to be.

Robert's next assignment found him in the clutch bag of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint short tea shop in the lanes. There was nix he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a gradation too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn't help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn't feeling too well. She came back for another sally at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would cause been W. C. Handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically vomit. She eventually took the touch after respective phone birdsong that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the telephone receiver down.

In fact, Robert's following few grant and residual of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each charwoman who called his push number, carried more than decent baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to reckon that it had all been initiate luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many class to a successful businessman who took piffling pastime in her social function. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, someone to prove off to his competitor and colleagues alike. In her late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her apparel sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attribute. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion appearance, a social event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the manufacture any more, she liked to stay fresh abreast of the movement and had many friends who still peddled their ankle joint on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at Saint Pancras Station, bring enough apparel for an exsert weekend and induce for sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth I was quite exact about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star geartrain would get in in the office the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would get along him something on write up as a retainer in guinea pig his serve were needed at some future escort.

The rest of the workweek passed quite slowly, Robert's prediction grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the step that led down to the Euro-Star chopine. The board showed destinations to Bruxelles, Lille and City of Light. He had his just the ticket, measure class return to French capital tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen mire, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the subway station stairway. She was head and shoulders above most of her fellow travellers, her meridian turning several principal and then her looks causing a mo glimpse of discernment. She wore a unsubdivided ‘ A'line, twinkle blue dress that came to just above her human knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a atomic number 79 chandelier at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like acknowledgement of his bearing, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her bridge player snap out and met his in a perfunctory script shake, all line like and impersonal, as much as peel contract can be.

Henry M. Robert felt a small-scale tremor of rush and opened his sass to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth II had already begun to move towards the tone down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first course of instruction. assort carriages then. Robert wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but had the clear-cut intuitive feeling that he was no more than the engage aid. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Gard Du Nord post in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. He was the rent help, little Sir Thomas More than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in boulevard capital of Seychelles, alongside the Seine River. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the BASIC room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

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

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

gilding covered frescoes and sculptural relief board lined the rampart and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his order of a social club soda water with a kink. She arrived a few proceedings later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner party that night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not experience put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the courses. He related the effect of his walkway about. Elizabeth I glossed over the fashion show premier. Her individual showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or cumbersomeness, just a simple twist of events, as if it had no more substance than the business suggestion it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

"The master chamber 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 symmetry with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just soft fop that culminated in perfectly aligned teat with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight bulge to judge her pubic vee. Her hair's-breadth was neatly trimmed to a vertical argument, there was no evidence of shaving. It was entirely potential she had had the fuzz follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too narrow-minded, well defined maximus gluteus musculus with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the chamber, he marvelled at her muscular structure that rippled smoothly under her compressed skin. He followed, like an obedient pup, undoing his shirt button as he walked.

He placed a face pack of condoms on the bedside console and, for the offset prison term, held her without the roadblock of article of clothing between them. The silk mainsheet had been kicked off into a pucker cumulus at the end of the vast bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her scent intrigued him, a subtle portmanteau of innate and concocted essences. Her pilus, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either incline of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so wild blue yonder and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business agreement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

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

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

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

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more than, subtle intimation of something like dearest and sweetness lingered on her lips and intimation. Henry Martyn Robert became acutely mindful that he had fallen for this char and equally aware, that was a break of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the cover of his creative thinker and bent to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to turn over her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sense experience they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve close enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a delicate spot under normal conditions, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual confrontation. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lowly abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her chief, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her inclemency into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate chemical reaction of arched back. With stark ineptness, he slid his backtalk and tongue between her breast, tracing the off-white structure, then, continued downward, passing the derriere of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with niggling kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the spine of his read/write head, her finger's breadth entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her cheek endings registered his candy kiss and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last repay. Robert gently pried her leg apart so that he could taste her feminine kernel. Tentatively, his lingua tip flicked over her nub, a Light Within touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live telegram by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her smoke. She came there and then. With no Sir Thomas More than just the build up of sexual tenseness, promise and the expert touch modality of Robert's tongue and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee joint over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her backrest. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouthpiece while his fingerbreadth found her tit to tease and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her handwriting between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was quick, Robert slid over her consistency, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either slope of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his punishing shaft zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to riddle her in a union of mutual satisfaction. His fountainhead, nudged against her backtalk, seeking incoming and household.

His initial poke was easy, an geographic expedition of her inner ego, an opening of her body to his invasion. The second base and subsequent thrusting were with a higher urgency and need to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his germ. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the point when he would not be able to control the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the safety, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a probability to grab the packet, Elizabeth's sass closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his go to moan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her knife, all the piece, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to blockade or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil multitude. He was about to put it on, but her bridge player stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the fragile operation.

"I want you abstruse Henry Martyn Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the maiden oath he had heard from her brim, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

He threw the half unwrapped gumshoe and turned her over so that her perfect arse faced him. He eased his length into her body and began to fuck into her, starting an act that would only cease when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The step settled into something accomplishable, that allowed for exploration of hands and finger's breadth, but was insistent in the request to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his secretiveness and this cognition heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

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

He held her secretive, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the like low shudder in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth II turned to maintain him and then, suddenly, she burst into rent that soon evolved into wracking asshole and plaint of let out misery.

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

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

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday Night was spent in bed, locked in coupling that, although satisfying and much more than gratifying, didn't quite hit the Lapp acme of raw emotion the premature night had hit.

Their parting at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a concern like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth II's usual role resumed and aught could penetrate the barriers.

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

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

"Goodbye Robert, take precaution and delight expect you payment in the Wiley Post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would call on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore zero under the knit stitch, ‘ A'billet dress in spark amobarbital sodium. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as top dog 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, Henry M. Robert 's sketch were going to hell in a hand basket. There was also, no tip in pretending that he was n't enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having doubts about the woman he met through his adverts.

His initial advert in the workshop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful wit. It brought a few enquiries, but was proving to be the weaker point of sale. He had taken out a minor place in the topical anesthetic free newsprint contact column which had started to pay off. But, the problem was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and punishing about his future. It was obvious that his indigence for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying euphony. Most of the metre, he was far too fatigue to concentrate for More than a few minute before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, fourth dimension to consider whether he wanted to stay as a student and sacrifice up the profession, or take the latter as a vocation move and possibly pick up the subject field later. The thing that bothered him though, was the monetary standard of the majority of his clients and that was mostly because of his advertizing and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a call from a new customer, it dawned on him that he should conjoin an bureau. Let them witness the reservation, pay them a belittled fee and have access to a much expert class of client. It was n't that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the goods, he had to at least like the feel of the adult female. Having them vetted by an authority, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an agency that boasted a fundamental London address and promised endless clients. His sketch was accepted and a short-change interview in a cheesy hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the impinging cartridge clip and website they had. Robert removed his own advertizement and waited for the headphone to ring. It did n't subscribe long.

gold, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blond called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the night to go nightclubbing. He was to take on her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a case and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

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

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

Her perfume left a ponderous trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calfskin, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as improbable as he, in her metallic Zane Grey sandals. Her pilus flowed to shoulder blade length in blond tresses of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rear survey he had. She also had a perma-tan, distinctive of American women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her Christian Bible, but intently on her rima oris. He realised she had perfect teeth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully Theodore Harold White and completely even and so obviously the product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full phase of the moon slope, were quite blanket, wider than the European norm perhaps and very inviting. Her backtalk was expressive and spoke more in the secret language of the body than her word of honor did. Her optic that danced, never resting in any one office for more than a cleave moment, were grey/blue with a black outer ring to her iris.

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

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

'' My ally anticipate me motor mouth, you know, revved up all the metre ? '' He liked her accent. In fact, there was n't a great deal he did n't like about her. He also liked that she let him off the hook so easily.

They ate at the Trocadero and then moved onto the night clubs, staying only long enough in each, to snap up a drink and then, move on to the next. Very similar to her eye, Suzanne seemed unable to make up at all.

Eventually, after what seemed care every nightclub in British capital, they ended up at Ministry of strait in Vauxhall at two o'clock in the morning.

'' Did n't Boy George III used to be a DJ here ? '' She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the ball club thump of `` terpsichore 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 descend up with two Coronas without spectacles and a sub of calcium oxide shoved down the neck opening of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing arcs as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her choice of dress was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the observer a less than insidious view of her bronzed thigh. Robert joined her on the terpsichore floor, holding his beer in one hand and her slim waist in the former. Through the next few dance hymn, they clung to each other and gyrated in a pretense of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

'' I know it 's spare ... '' 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 joke was out of his mouth.

'' What. Do you bat for the former side then ? '' He wished he had bitten off the password a millisecond later. lame did not cross it.

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

'' fountainhead yes, generally I do n't need a man in my love life ... '' Her oculus glittered in the reflected light of the shop they passed. It made him cogitate of a she devil for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally allow one into my bed ... '' Her smiling was unruffled wicked and her deliberate interruption caught him. He did n't know if she was being serious or not. `` ... You seem okay, you will do for now. ``

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

clothing was thrown in any direction in the hurriedness to get naked and into each early when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a tangency of backtalk, they managed to get to the bedroom and spill onto the fairy sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her rachis while his fingers sought her sex and his mouth sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted great and the scent of her skin was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be submissive though. She had idea of her own and soon had his shaft in her wide of the mark oral fissure while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing nigh 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 bronco, but without falling off.

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

Under no illusions that he was, in his part, little Sir Thomas More than his client 's temporary plaything, Robert was mostly sanction with that. But, this was an out an out use of his consistence for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first time that Robert felt used and he was n't sure he liked that so much.

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would own done any time soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic shape and tits to die for, found he did n't like her sufficiency to even want to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his consistency with not thought to his satisfaction. It was a first-class honours degree for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My purse is on the chest ; strike whatever the going rate is and shut the threshold behind you please. '' No auf wiedersehen or thank you, just a dismissal like rubbish after use.

Robert 's feeling of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to grant him to cleanse himself up. As far as she was concerned, he had performed the part of her motivation and had no more pastime in him. He retrieved his wear, dressed and yelled through the bathroom door that she could keep her money. It was a small-scale ego booster, very small, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the even arrived two days later with a tone from the Agency that his guest had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the agency would be subject to recommendation back home. Amber was revel that her new boy was such a success and added a script written Federal Reserve note of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste bin. The events of that night had given him make to shine yet again. Being an date had its obvious merits. Getting to do it women on a habitue basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing Sir Thomas More than a temp affair, made him feel that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rearing rabbit.

Being listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the next couple of Day. Suddenly, he missed his written report, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the impression of baselessness and lack of worth would not shift.

The authority called with his next designation for the following Sat night. Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. Amber must have picked up on his lacklustre reaction to the date because she insisted that he meet her for lunch that day.

Amber turned out to be in her belated 1940s, but had kept her face and her appearance. Her shuffle up, was subtly applied, accentuating the shape of her jaw line and nerve. Eye shadow was muted, a blending of at least two colours and in perfect 1 with a flesh-tone lip rouge. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a single string of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a lovesome salad with a glass of chardonnay grape to wash out it down.
She talked over the food and the edge of her wine-coloured shabu. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the inception of private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market node period of middleman as she put it. Her days on the street had made her realise that she was better than the average hooker. It had been a struggle, coming from lowly origins, but was now a very successful business.

'' But that is n't why I asked you to lunch Robert. '' She stared at him, her blue eyes holding him. `` Although you have been with us a shortstop fourth dimension only, the remark that came from your first client have brought you to my attention and, I like to look after my `` especial '' charges. You seemed infelicitous on the telephone set earlier, so, I wanted to make sure everything is alright with you. ``

Henry M. Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really know how to express his deep impression 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 gear, while he organised his mind.

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

'' I see ''. She paused for a moment while she thought about the job and then espoused her philosophy. `` That feeling is zero uncommon for us in the sex industry. The conjuring trick is to keep our working and private lives separate. I ca n't secern you how to do that, you will run it out for yourself in time, but it is a necessity, otherwise you become a hard worker to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's head teacher and tapped the mesa top to get his attention.

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

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

Amber continued. `` You have plenty of disengage time Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the blush wine. flavor the roses and, if you are undefended enough, grow your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Saturday. Heidi is a long established patron, is wealthy and do n't let the fact that she is German put you off. ``

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

Heidi made no make-believe of wanting an escort for the evening. What she wanted was to be screwed, royally. This, it seemed, was her twice yearly delicacy. This was her award for working unvoiced and being a successful money trafficker. Trawling the blood line marketplace and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's world, but she had a natural flair and competed on their terms.

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

Robert had hardly knocked at her hotel door at the stage eight o'clock, before he was physically dragged in and his wearing apparel unceremoniously stripped from his consistency. Heidi walked around him as he stood motionless in the center of the retinue entrance hall.

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

Heidi was probably late thirties, dressed in zero but a fishing net body stocking and black letters patent leather high heels. Her knocker were pushing at the meshing of the fishing net. Her nipples poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blonde hair looked wooden-headed and soft, well cut into the scruff of her neck. She carried a few extra Syrian pound, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a finely specimen of fair sex Robert thought.

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

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

'' These 24-hour interval, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum display, being studied and analysed and Sir Thomas More than a little uncomfortable at the intense attention.

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

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

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

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared coffee all over his chest, abdominal cavity and jetty, paying special attention to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool chocolate acted as a salve and felt really quite nice. Heidi arranged several strawberry mark over the top of the chocolate, placing them with tutelage and making surely they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handwork. It gave Henry M. Robert a probability to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the orotund size, but proportioned well. Her pierced boob were arduous, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely pin down before it flared out to her rosehip. Her Mon was covered by the inset of the body stocking and her ramification, probably her best lineament, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to forge, licking up the chocolate, starting from just below his throat and gradually working her way downwards. The strawberries placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as much erotism as she could potential muster.

It was very enjoyable, feeling her hot tongue overlapping at his tegument, nibbling off the strawberry and making certain 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 torso, licking off the umber and eating the strawberry mark, so his pursuit made its self felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched various multiplication in arousal.

At in conclusion, she got to his now, quite unfaltering, member. Holding a objet d'art of the fruit between her back talk, she pushed it into her sass, using his engorged cock as a energy rod.

'' Mm. '' She purred as the fruit was pushed to the rear of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her sassing. Somehow, Henry M. Robert had to keep dominance. It would n't do to be adrift a load just yet.

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

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

'' Um. Yes. certainly. ``

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

She grabbed the tubing of coffee and squirted it over his pecker, making sure as shooting it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a scratch in the trunk stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a strawberry between her purulent mouth and again, used his turncock as a ramrod ; she pushed the fruit into her body and slipped down on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, substitute was n't going to do immediately. Heidi sat on the bottle, pushing the neck into her and then falling backwards on to the bed. The dark gullible bottle was far too big to go very far, but she managed a right few inches of the neck. She jiggled the nursing bottle, forcing it thick and agitating the mental object until her pussy was overcome with the gaseous liquidness that was expelled, under a significant personnel, spraying Robert and the bed in a tsunami of white foam, soaking both.

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

He slid over to her, parting her knees with his and knelt with his hammer at her entrance. He noticed the two pocket-sized gold rings she had through her labia and wondered how he had missed them before.

She was quite loose from the expanding upon that champagne had caused and was of grade, very wet indeed. It made things just that much light. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong rhythm, using his total distance in long bland separatrix. The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpet. Neither of them noticed.

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

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

She called way service and they showered while the maid service cleaned up. Robert finger fucked her standing up under the hot water and then she returned the favour, sucking him off until he came in her oral fissure. She pushed his sperm out slowly between her backtalk, allowing the cascading body of water to wash it away.

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

Robert felt much lighter than he had for various days. It had been a fun evening. His gumption of value was somewhat reestablish, adding a skip to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the message left by Elizabeth, asking him to yell her book binding. He left a subject matter on her voice mail.

The cheque arrived on the pursue Tuesday, four hundred Ezra Loomis Pound, which, after commission, was one hundred Sir Thomas More than the usual fee. A note from Amber asked what significance the strawberries and chocolate had.

Elizabeth returned his Call. She invited him to the race as her bodyguard. It was outside of the Agency, but Robert did n't handle. The chance to see Elizabeth I was far too good to extend up.











































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Chapter Four.

Their day at the airstream turned out to be quite moneymaking. Elizabeth had been given a tip for a social status outsider in the tertiary race. She had one hundred pounds put on it at 40 to one. Robert afforded only fifty dollar bill pounds. 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 win from an infelicitous trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand hammering to the happy dyad."I know a marvellous little restaurant in Weybridge."

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

Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her boldness were quite red which perfectly complemented the simple jersey dress she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her anatomy. A pearl necklace of three chain was her only other decoration. Her make-up, as common, was lightly done with pernicious hints and shades that highlighted her cheek bones. Her eye shadow was almost the same colour as her skin, just enough of a contrast to be noticeable. Her comeliness took his breath away and stole any words he had from his mouth.

The eating place was indeed a ticket place, carrying two Michelin stars to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her inflammation had not abated at all. It was so unlike their previous appointment, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to allow her to flit from guinea pig to subject while he drank in her boldness and drowned in emotion.

Eventually, she noticed that his response were less than talky. She wrinkled her hilltop, tilted her head a little and asked"Are you okay Henry Martyn Robert ?"

It was an almost comical expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His smile broadened. How could he recount her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, someone who had next to nothing, other than the mold parts of his dead body, to offer her ? somebody who screwed women for money, just a gimcrack whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were cobwebby, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the looking at Henry Martyn Robert was studying her with was not one of mild curiosity. She leaned back in her chairman opposite him with the table and oddment of their repast between them as an in force barrier.

"We need to mouth Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the notice. 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"dwelling ”.

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to Saint Georges pitcher's mound Estate. Henry Martyn Robert dully took in the houses and mansion house that populated the sole literal demesne built around one of the salutary golf course of study in the res publica. Her red-brick household had its own crushed rock drive in a U shape behind a bull beech hedge that was just big enough to blot out the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

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

Polished wood pane formed the entrance antechamber. A swooning oak stair spiralled up in a sweeping arch from substance of the flagstone floor of the entrance Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, up to the first level and out of view. She dropped her bag on the casual table that Lententide against the right position of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a door in the panelling, again, expecting him to follow. The drawing way was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance hall. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook hearth in red brick and a vast bit of oak as an over cape dominated the room with a cast iron grate on top of the fireside, which was also of brick. The level were polished ignite oak. The piece of furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the green leather chesterfield and patted the blank space beside her.

"Robert ..."She began. Her eye bored into his with a steady gaze."... I told you once, not to hang in making love with me. Do you commend that ?"

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his affirmation, but his essence thumped in his chest. This was a here and now of accuracy with a dubious outcome and his uncertainty was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a part, you as a male escort and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to birth spirit or emotions, just be component of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his hands in hers."My husband and I have been married nearly ten years now. In all that meter, he has never once touched me. We have separated bedrooms, branch biography even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's sake and the honour of the family line, married me. We pretend to be the perfect pair socially, but zip could be further from the truth. I shut up my feeling a long time ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my head than what to wear."

He rubbed his quarter round over the back of her hand, just a small gesture of soothing.

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

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

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

"Don't."She tried to say, but his mouth covered hers. Her will major 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 defenseless, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his chest of drawers with her tears while he stroked her head smoothing her hair's-breadth gently with his finger 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 noetic thought. What could he gift, other than his passion ? Their sex was amazing, filled with passionateness and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her forefront on his chest. He felt her loose gradually and become operose. He may not be able to wreak much, but this was all he wanted. Just to throw her in his arms was enough for now. Still concern, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was full dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to take care at his watch. Elizabeth II was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his shoulder joint, obscuring her typeface with a daze of blond. Henry M. Robert felt a physical ache just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to palpate so at simpleness, but at the same metre, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

"What are we going to do Robert ?"She searched his face as if looking for the solution."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 boundary of the bed.

He ran his finger tips up over her spinal column. She shivered and goose jut arose on her skin.

"Robert, please ..."

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

"I need some time to mean Robert. Can we entrust it at that for now ?"

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute wait. Nothing was said, the symmetricalness of the spot too delicate for very much for Word. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him."I will send for you. Take care."

His goodby was almost cut off with the closedown of the door.

The next few daylight passed without a earpiece call. Robert worried that she wouldn't margin call. With clip on his workforce to call back, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to win over 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 Leslie Townes Hope that she would total out and see him, besides, the security measure on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

amber called him on Tues with his following grant, planned for that weekend. He would be escorting one of her regular to a party and to be ready by eight o'clock on Sabbatum evening. garb was to be smart casual.

"So, you're the wonder boy in gold's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the doorstep of the room access to the hotel room of his Saturday's grant."Amber Tell me you have boosted her concern no end. I'm not surprised. Finding decent men to fill her record book is never well-fixed. Christ on a joint, finding a man of any sort is hard enough."

denim, for her age, was trim and carried a confident sang-froid in her bearing. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large percentage of the day n the beauty salon, getting make for this even's soiree at Lady something or other's garden party. Henry Martyn Robert had chosen a simple sport coat of quagmire and an open necked shirt from his now, seam bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car room access for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another loaded patronage woman, from a long 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 meth of champagne and only nibbled at the array of dainty being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was time to leave. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the charge gold had labelled him with and fretted a piddling on the way back.

Jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a happy rummy and giggled as she fumbled her flip at the electronic lock of her suite.

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

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the role immediately. It was obviously her footling foible and not an rare one, to be taken, defenceless, in her boozy condition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with modest variations. He stepped in close to blue jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his coat of arms around her and deftly unzipped her apparel while looking intently into her optic, holding them captive while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and panties, he grasped the back of her head, scrunching up her carefully manicured tomentum and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breath away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his coat of 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 steps to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat tire laurel wreath on her pectus in a unsounded program line to stay exactly as she was until he allowed her to move. She stared as he efficiently removed his article of clothing and slipped a condom onto the bedside cabinet ready for later.

"What ..."He put a digit to her back talk, stopping any head. It proved to be an good gag and was just as insistent a program line as if he had told her to keep tranquilize. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no motion as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders while his stare bored into her question. Her breast, when they were finally spare of their lacy prison, had just enough soundness to them, that they remained upright and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of her pantie and eased them over her hips and knee, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her tit and rubbed the nipple under his thumb, trapping it against the side of his hand. She made a little moue and gasped at the sudden stimulation. It hardened and darkened at his ministration. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her teat. He placed his early medal on her tummy, just above her vee with just adequate pressure to let her love it was there. Slowly and with consummate accomplishment, he slowly touched her mouth, parting them so that he could get to her button with just a finger tip. Her ramification opened just enough to countenance the intrusion. Her back arched at his touch, an invitation to learn her fully. Robert digit fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his plunder and there was nothing she could do about it.

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

Again, he took clench of her head and with gentle by firm strength, pulled her rima oris to his semi-hard prick. He didn't pay her a choice. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, much quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was ready, Robert reached over for the prophylactic, and then slipped between her knees which parted with no electric resistance. It was going to be the missionary position, but that was alright and allowed him to fiddle with her nipples and blarney her to yet another orgasm.
This clip, her climax was not silent. She cried out as the waving crashed through her synapses and her eubstance gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than than he had for quite some time, closing his eyes as his come spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

They lay together for a patch, cuddled satiate, on top of the bed until blue jean fell asleep. Quietly, Robert extricated himself, dressed and left her to her dream. His mission accomplished.

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the phone replete of his praises. The bank check was in the Charles William Post with a piffling supererogatory and perhaps, she should try the objective of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry M. Robert thought that, if he made the move, gold would start at the chance. He decided not to, thing were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the trend of a month, Jean had engaged his inspection and repair twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a part. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a third liaison and explained to Amber that he thought Jean was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to give away it to Jean, that it had run its course and Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the middle of winter and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six calendar month had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't yell again. The realisation altered his life a lilliputian. If he couldn't have her, then almost any cleaning lady who hired his services would do. Amber was delighted by this good turn around. Wasn't it only a few calendar month ago that he was broad of self doubt ? Now she had a young man will to sleep together anyone, almost, and nigh definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex lookout for Noel. After all, he had earned it, several times over.

And then, another Christmastide came. A unanimous year of date services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the Costa Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a whole year and had lost count but made to a greater extent than enough money in the bargain. Amber and he decided to go out for dinner on Christmas Day Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not have been an engagement, but both knew they would end the nighttime, locked in each other's trunk. It was a satisfying night and both had got what they wanted from the coupling. amber had wondered what her guest were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could diddle her soundbox until she gasped and writhed under him. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a balmy curiosity about how she looked under her clothing.

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

He got home pugilism Day with the fatality rate of his parents on his head. The flat, newly bought from the proceeds of his profession, was tacit and cold as he closed the battlefront door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a wall, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knees as tears soaked his cheeks. The realisation that, apart from screwing untold adult female and having Amber as his agent, he was completely solo, with no-one he could talk to or jazz or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many times he had dates that coincided with their program for company and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for xviii months now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the hold up clock time he saw her and was deliriously felicitous. He envied her now, but hadn't at the clock time. He could not see a future tense that involved anyone else. He had zilch to count forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

Amber picked up on the third ringing and realised immediately, that there was something terribly wrongly. Twenty minutes later, he was in her arms sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic police force in the outgrowth and left her befuddled boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sobs, Henry Martyn Robert poured out his tenderness to Amber, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sensory faculty of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of malt whisky with him until he settled down to catch some Z's at stopping point. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving home plate with a architectural plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an assignment for you, a New Year's bang on the Thames. My node wishes to meet you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its brusque notice, but she is do-or-die. Will you do this for me ?"

Nine thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at City of Westminster wharfage. The river prowl car was already packed with reveller. The drink had been flowing for More than an hour and the pulsation of music bounced off the rippling river surface and reverberate off the embankment wall.

He glanced at his picket, wondering if his marker was going to be fashionably late. It is one of his pet hatred, something he saw as just plain rude and disrespectful. Henry Martyn Robert looked up from his ticker, up the incline towards the pavement and there she was.

Elizabeth II stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, galvanizing blue devil garb with a cross over plunge neckline and the presence gathered at the straw man so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid second joint. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than the last sentence he had seen her. His heart lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to brood up, came to the aerofoil in an deluge wave. He swallowed a hitch in his pharynx and didn't daring speak or propel in fount he suddenly began to cry.

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

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

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his watch, but didn't really read the meter showing on the font."I guess she is late."

"Tonight, I am watch glass 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 deck and then all the way down the Thames to the flood barriers at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster pier just in time for the countdown to two chiliad and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing city-scape or the chill of the December night as they sat, away from the party, at the prow of the police car and talked.

Robert, although he meant to keep his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his despair over the last-place XVIII months. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his workplace and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of imprint that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth II listened intently, offering sympathetic murmur vowel and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the prowl car made billet and the chimes of Big Ben heralding the New year. They walked arm in arm with no exceptional charge, avoiding the, mostly drunk reveler who sought to hit their way home by whatever means they could.

Few places were open, but the McDonalds in The Strand were still serving. Robert and Elizabeth found a seat and drank the frightening umber and stared at each early, their idea held in check, conversation had ground to a freeze temporarily where emotions were just too raw to defy sharing view. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

"Amber called me."Elizabeth II broke the patch."I wasn't sure you would see me, it's been so long."She searched his expression, trying to read his verbalism and waited for him to respond.

"Amber has been dear to me. I guess I have been good for her business. She did her best to look after me. I've been a bit of a mess I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his metrical foot."I've missed you so a great deal Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her reaction, fearing that she might recoil, but knowing he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to bare his someone while he had the opportunity."I love you Elizabeth and I can't help it."

Elizabeth was still and sat still on the reverse side of the table. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not wait up. She waited and the secretiveness stretched out for several minutes until he at shoemaker's last looked into her centre. She could see his fear. experience his pain and was very aware of the campaign he was making to keep himself in check.

"I had an abortion you know."She didn't know why she told him, hadn't thought about it before she spoke."My hubby made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a youngster. 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 pitiable, by comparability, his trial by ordeal palled into insignificance and he suddenly felt very selfish.

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so sorry to take heed that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my problem and all the patch you have suffered risky, much worse."He reached across the table and gripped her deal as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a trophy wife and that my time of sitting on the throne had a limited lifespan span, but I thought having a tike would deliver altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might settle down, might even arise to love me. I was improper on so many enumeration. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to throw me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a secret accounting. It isn't much, but with the allowance he gives me, I am getting by and I have a job now."

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

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

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

"Being a trophy wife is very a lot like working for a bread and butter Robert. You can't slip of paper up in anyway. appearing, personal manner, even playing host and geisha girl girl to his brother is no different to being a secretarial assistant or something. The high-risk is being shared with his business admirer and guest. It was one of those who got me pregnant. You at least, have the luxury of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's big, he enjoyed watching me and god help me if I didn't please. He beat me if he didn't get the deal."She shrugged her shoulders as if throwing off a coat."Let's get out of here."She stood, not waiting for Robert to agree.

Robert hailed a cab and gave focal point to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a shabu of wine and told each other of the concluding eighteen months, came the moment where by mutual understanding made by still recognition that talking had run its trend for now. That their history had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of forcible act would start out the healing process.

They made dear. Not an animal mating of dotty desire. No master and mistress scenario. No conjuration, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the exemption of reflexion, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

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


Epilogue.

Henry Martyn 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 crib of the footer. The two minor had come quickly. disco biscuit was almost three and had already adopted the same imperial aloofness of his mother, but his flavor were pure Henry Martyn Robert. Eveline was comely and would probably grow to take care like Elizabeth. The pick of epithet had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a perfect choice.

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

Sabbatum shopping was becoming a ritual, a family thing, childlike, but so enjoyable. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as humdrum.

Robert was now a kid executive for a medicine publishing planetary house, promotion was within his reach. Although he hadn't completed his level, his cognition of historical music and the easy fashion he had while explaining the conception had impressed his boss. That and his natural ripe looks had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a slight during his interview. Her cerebration were held private, to her credit, but her response of crossing and uncrossing her legs signified her attracter to him. Robert, although aware, ignored it. He was happy and then delighted that he got the job. Eveline was the result of their celebration.

He kept in speck with Amber, but withdrew his services as an escort. She understood, but several of her regular client would have preferred he stayed. Their combined generosity at his wedding was overwhelming and unexpected. amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the choice showed her sense of body fluid. A sheeny red Ford accompaniment stood outside in the car park. Amber had accepted the character of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this somebody coil. Perhaps the joy of the children gave them a instant lease of life. They instantly loved Elizabeth I when she and Robert visited to announce their design to splice. Robert's dad even flirted a little and surprised them all.

Elizabeth was shortly to return to wreak following her maternal break. They would have liked for her to stay at plate, but their finances were getting depleted rather too quickly. Her income was requisite .