accompaniment services.

Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her mouth in almost irritating spasm of interjection. Her tight traction at the understructure of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to go through, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His pelvic arch bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his climax ripped through his trunk. Her backtalk, locked around his violet pass, creating a Navy SEAL, trapping his pasty fluids until she was sure she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her multicoloured lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the base of his knock off cock.

For a moment, she was quite felicitous to let his milky livid substance, puddle in the short hollow where root met physical structure, while she held his, still unbending cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and consider slowness, she lowered her mind, taking his entire length into her throat until her sass met the resistance of his chunk and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to toss between her lips and his cock once again, to turn back to the passion of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her forefront, allowing his pecker to egress from her throat and between her back talk 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 gullet.

Chrissie stood, water system cascading from her laboured, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious grinning played over her lips as she licked them clean of his rest. The shallow pee came to her navel, distorting the panorama of her lower half.

It had been bold torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clean, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the bound for something like two 60 minutes. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the methamphetamine ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. mike closed his eyes for a moment's respite.

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

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

His advertisement 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 avail as a compliant escort. He did conceive to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a eminent Price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the marketplace, meaning that he might take in a undecomposed, more hold evening.

Chrissie had been the first customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't his entirely motif. It would be fantastical to find a rich woman to patronize him through the oddment of his studies.

Wealthier fair sex had less hang ups too, he supposed. guilt trip wouldn't cloud the after essence of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the sumptuosity of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A rich fair sex seemed to have far more experience and a desire to give her wants advert to, than say, a woman who had to function for a bread and butter. Perhaps it was the handiness of time in which to play and explore or, a greater boredom and meter to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to plume, she preferred a silky household coating which flapped give at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened breadbasket. Her wealth bought a soundbox more in keeping with somebody half her age. They left the assuredness confines of the pocket billiards house to hark back to the support room where the afternoon amusement had started, then on further to the domed lobby at the substructure of the stairs.

mike lean 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 minor, perverse pleasure, calling him Michael instead of microphone."That was just perfect."

"You have my number."He answered, indicating his new business carte du jour that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped periodic board by the threshold. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunshine of an August day. The rut hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Henry M. Robert, his given name, not the pro one used on his occupation circuit board, drove dwelling to a aplomb shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his response telephone, noticing the red light blinking. Two content, the number one from his female parent telling him he was expected that Sat, the ‘ Old Man's birthday bash ’. It was surd to think of him as seventy. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross chest that had latched onto his advertizing, wanting to be ‘ out on the town'with a man on their arm. Henry Martyn Robert deleted both and readjust the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girl had no idea about his John Cash raising dodge. He had been deliberate to take note where she would be so that they wouldn't clash, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a liberal agreement they shared, but it might leaven catchy to explicate if she saw him with different women all the meter. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight outcome on his advancement through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lector and does entail you missed the full of life level of the lecture. powerfulness Point notes just didn't convey the real meaning of what the lecturer was trying to get across.

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

"Hello ?"

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

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

"Yes, Mike speaking."He waited for her to cover, hearing a rustling, then a loud dissonance. The line went serenity for a second, then her voice again.

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

"What can I do for you er… ?

"Oh ! 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 agreement to conform to for a coffee the succeeding morning. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Antonio Lucio Vivaldi wasn't his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenzied for his tastes, but it had to be done.

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


Sally looked pretty often as he had imagined her. An fey font was framed by brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, specialise shouldered girl. She wasn't unpleasant to take care at, but not really his type, he didn't go for the diminutive in a charwoman, preferring ego self-assurance and a torso to match.

She stood as he approached her mesa, a inquiring and hopeful spirit in her eyes.

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

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

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

"Two dinero right ?"

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

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

Robert was able to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the bend as they fell over her knee. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerked meat, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the articulatio humeri with a fashionably low neck line, a transcript of early on sixty fashion with large flowers in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might experience been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too often for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the respite of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. thinly wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped arm. Briefly, he imagined her bare, the picture didn't flame his emotions.

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

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

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

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

"What do you do ?"He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their intromission to familiar district, she might slow down a trivial.

"I'm an Accountant for a law firm, been there for a few yr. Its okay, but the hours are long. I don't get out much…"She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her custody in her lap, keeping her optic downcast.

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

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

At seven, Fri even, Henry Martyn Robert locked his front door and pocketed the keys in his rented black tie. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a specify miaul off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a chunk gown made up of layers of gauzy gauzy materials, her elfin facial expression were highlighted, giving the upshot of a wingless fay. He marvelled at just how frail she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or LE. Her hair rose up from her boldness, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden body structure before falling, unhindered to her articulatio humeri. It had been straightened and coloured short than her natural brown.

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

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

The solid food was very secure, respective grade ranging from plot, Pisces, fowl and red meat, each accompanied by complimentary wine, all served by hovering, liveried server, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to invite one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a vast deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a meth and marble trophy and a smiling that threatened to split her face. The accolade was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonic level, Sally leaned towards Henry Martyn Robert and suggested that they make their issue. She had downed several flutes of champagne and was somewhat the risky for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the device driver was leaning against the side of meat, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their burster. Robert opened the doorway for her and had to guide her in where her proportion was off by a few degrees and one helping hand clutched the trophy.

The journeying to her Chelsea mews was in complete silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the capital of the United Kingdom streets.

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

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

The combination of Champagne-Ardenne and fresh air hit sally quite suddenly. A handwriting flew to her lip as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching heaves, managing to aim it all into a concrete flower planter. She accepted his hankey and wiped her mouth while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose mews entrance belied the space behind the shabu doorway, then, eventually to her door. Henry M. Robert unlocked the doorway, taking her key from her fumbling hands.

crack rushed for the privy as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance G. Stanley Hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the animation room and waited, listening to her retching, purpose on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a crank topped coffee table that took substance place of her sparsely provide apartment. What furniture there was, radius of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the animation way some ten minutes later, very much considerably and unfaltering than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of alcohol addiction had gone.

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

"No ! Please sit, have a drink."There was a clue of desperation in her vocalization accentuated with disconnected movements.

"I um… well I had hoped you would continue for a while. I will pay the extra of course."She stood in presence of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the humankind, like a female version of Uriah sight from the Dickens novel, ‘ ever so ‘ umble.'

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

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

cinque minutes passed, he wasn't sure if she had run back to the crapper or left the building like Elvis, the silence of the flat thrummed in his pinna as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much depleted register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a small voicelessness of strait the solitary clew he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the hot seat and was confronted with wisecrack and a complete costume change.

Her milky Caucasian skin was an opposite demarcation to the black of a loud harness, the type Anne summertime catalogue sell. Fake leather straps surrounded her small titty before joining and disappearing around her back only to bring back a great deal low-toned and get together just above her pubic ivory and then to split again and pass through the gap between her wooden leg, framing her hairless pussy. A studded taking into custody completed the integrality of her garb. That at to the lowest degree, looked like literal leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the urge. Her nerves were germinate already. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn't exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin out, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. nada stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a indistinctness and isotropy that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her limb hung to her side and slightly around her back so that he could not see her work force, but suspected that she had also bought herself a couplet of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy pink fur came to heed, it made him smile.

"Do you care ?"She coquettishly tilted her head teacher, 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 level at his feet. He winced imagining the hurt it must have got caused her superfluous shape as she connected with the marble story tile. She had indeed shackled her helping hand behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

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

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turning of effect and wasn't sure quite what to do with her for a mo. Certainly, her earlier behavior hadn't given any clew to this brassy side of her.

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

Using the toe of his patent leather horseshoe, he hooked her under an cubital joint and flipped her over. A combination of chilliness from the tiles and the force of her landing on them had made her nipple stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first time, did he wonder why women with tiny chest had orotund nipples, vauntingly than common. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

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

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

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

"I have been very bad victor ; I got drunk at a political 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 advantageously. Go now before it is too late."

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to hasten out of the room the moment she had her understructure under her and then return a few minute later with a reduce riding crop in her oral cavity. Again, she threw herself down at his fundament, but on her knees this fourth dimension and dropped the harvest as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weighting in his right mitt. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was potent except for the leather closed circuit at the end of the braided handle.

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

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

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

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her disclose bottom. She yelped dutifully and a small-scale red mark showed the compass point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

"Master must punish me,"she muttered,"but master must penalise me knockout, my sine are so great."

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

"Harder."

His next coke 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 spot, brought vociferation from her pleading for more and yes, toilsome yet.

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

It was doing nil for Robert, hitting fair sex, even in intimate play was not his approximation of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fancy he was catering to.

"sales booth up, slut."He commanded. She folded her knees and managed to stand 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 nominal head of him on the floor. Her olfactory organ was approximately level with his mole. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his slide fastener down, all the time watching her oculus that seemed to be transfixed on his military action. He pulled the flaps of his fly to one side of meat and with a trivial effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her breast. One More virgule, another red wheal pointing to her nipple across her go away tit was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth undefendable, gasping and a light perspiration on her brow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

"Now my petty hard worker, use your mouth and make trusted you do it well."

"Yes Master."She mumbled, just before his putz began to go across between her lips. Her mouth was warm and a willing receiver. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the back of her question, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his length as he dared, small deeper then, pulled her promontory back, only to draw her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn't resist in any way. It occurred to Henry M. Robert that she would probably suffer allowed him to spew his come in her throat. Instead, he took his rooster out of her mouth and slapped her impertinence with it.

"Does my little break one's back want to be used ?"He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked,"Is my little slut ready to be fucked ?"

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

"What did you say ?"

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

"boost slave."

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the sleeping room. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was Caucasian or a shadowiness of Edward Douglas White Jr., in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. colour came from the eiderdown binding, being a thick blue. He found he liked the décor but would possess liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the sharpness of the queen-sized bed. She stood, line of descent still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had time to react, he lashed her buttocks with the crop, 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 reminder with the crop. Her pegleg flew apart, exposing her pussy brim that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned sassing with the crop, evincing a yelping of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

Henry M. Robert dropped his apparel to the storey and knelt between her parted legs.

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

He felt her cunt, running finger tips over her labia and then between her mouth. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any meter reading. He pushed a digit into her, making it experience as if it was done with force, but in the true, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much humble than he and it would be all too light to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the office she was, with her head word on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her body. For a brief moment, as 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 M. Robert adjusted his billet and shoved his duration into her box up to the hilt.

"Oh yes schoolmaster, fuck me."

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

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

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting intemperate as it found new depths in which to plunder her torso. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front end of her until he managed to get in into her back talk like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either face, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to force even further into her, his testicle were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in fourth dimension with his poking as her organic structure accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howling, but Robert was still a way off from his sexual climax, so he continued to fuck her in this version of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her cry reflected his thrusts.

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

"Get on the floor now."

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to take into account her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the level. Robert stood in front of her and rubbed his turncock, aiming it at her face.

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

A few Sir Thomas More pumps on his naked cock had his come hit her cheeks and spray over her os frontale and eyes. Her lips parted to set aside a little to enter her mouth.

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

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

Later, after the promised coffee, Robert left her home base. The sun was just creeping up over the skyline of the Thames River. He was totally shatter and pleased with the supererogatory two hundred punt she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the expiation of all parties and might well be repeated at some time in the future.


Chapter 2

"Change please, change please."

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

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

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recover from the heavy weekend. His Nox with the comptroller had taken a huge ball out of his vigour reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late stopping point to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a heroic animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

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

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory candy kiss on his impudence as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or backward glance as if she was shutting out the finish few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the reply headphone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four minute before showering and catching the tube-shaped structure to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music.

dinner party that night was a hastily cooked scrambled bollock and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the temperateness. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his thesis, avoiding the urge to floor it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

"Hello."

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

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

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

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

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

Robert took her detail, discussed his fee of two hundred Egyptian pound for a six hour stint. The company was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. Dress was to be smart casual.

Sabbatum evening found him outside her plane in an East British capital Suburb. He had opted for a twosome of stone coloured chinos, a St. Paul Smith shirt and a tan sport coat that hadn't seen the light of day for quite some time. Brown deck of cards place completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening's entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the doorway to his press on the bell push, was aught like her vocalization might have suggested. On the telephone set, her voice, in its high spirits, suggested someone on the lilliputian face. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not corpulent, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her blue jean and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a sound set organic structure supported on midst leg that filled the jeans.

Her grin though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her expression using just lead of gloss over her optic and a light flush to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her myopic John Brown hair had been cut into her cervix, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

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

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

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very orotund men in dim suits and black tie-up that looked like they might be strangling the muscleman bound guys. Robert thought the cause might have had to be sprayed on.

The future three hours passed much too slowly. The euphony wasn't to Robert's mouthful, he had never really developed a liking for 1960s pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dance base. He caught the episodic glimpse of her dancing with early women and once or twice, with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a goodwill that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a loud variety that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a duo of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could reload chicken feed, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, phonation struggling to overtake the gaudiness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and to a greater extent than fix to go domicile. She had a girl by the radiocarpal joint and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the short matter off of her substructure.

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

The cab was a piddling recent for the return journey. While they waited in the iciness of the dark night, Rachel and sortie swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the back nates yanking the slight sortie behind her like a rag dolly. Robert found that he had to get hold of the single clout down ass so he was facing the two fille and would have his binding to the driver.

sally smiled and said hi then, even before the device driver had engaged train, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel's knees and proceeded to French buss her. Robert had a blow over glimpse of gabardine pantie as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their natural language performed geographic expedition and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and supererogatory to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

Sally's digit manipulated the buttons of Rachel's blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flaps to grasp a titty. Rachel's hands were equally officious, travelling the length of Sally's torso and pulling at her wear as if it might amount undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the metre they reached quip's flat, the girls had become completely lost in each early. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others consistency character, the show they had put on, for their own welfare, had been steamy enough to guarantee the cab driver to meditate the rear view mirror.

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

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

"Somehow, I don't think I will be needed tonight."Henry Martyn Robert accepted the proffer change and watched the cab pull back away with the driver shaking his head.

Henry Martyn Robert would feature let it go at that dot, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two char, taking vantage of the doors left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble stroke of tequila and some unknown ping juice. Sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a ending by room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking hellhole Sal ! You should see this female parent !"Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his head in.

sallying forth was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. about of his rooster was in Rachel's rima oris, but enough to pay 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 sucking obligation, swapping him from mouth to talk between kissing each other, rubbing exposed clapper as they poked out between their lips.

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

The girls picked up their drinks and walked into the living room. In short guild, 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 girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then sortie went down on Rachel, sucking her button into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to drop away all four finger into Rachel's body. It was only a issue of time and lubrication, until her unit hand, up to the radiocarpal joint was disappearing. Rachel's head thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a gimcrack squeal as she came with a gush of amber fluid.

The office were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat humble than Rachel, could only choose three fingers of Rachel's hand. It didn't matter though, the result was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

The even finished with the two in a sixty nine military position while Henry Martyn Robert fucked Sally's arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of Sally as it oozed from her offer. His use complete, Henry M. Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab home exhausted and a hundred punt better off than he had expected to be.

Henry Martyn Robert's next assignment found him in the clutches of an old fair sex after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop in the lanes. There was nil he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youthfulness and virility didn't assist. 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 feel too well. She came back for another whirl at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

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

In fact, Henry Martyn Robert's next few grant and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each charwoman who called his advertised identification number, carried Thomas More than enough baggage or something else, equally untempting. He began to think that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth II called.

Elizabeth I turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took small interest in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a"trophy married woman ”, someone to show off to his rival and colleagues alike. In her latterly 1920s, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her clothes signified unerringly flattered and highlighted her dimension. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to French capital to submit in a fashion show, a sociable event on her calendar. Although she wasn't in the industriousness any Thomas More, she liked to keep abreast of the course and had many friends who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to fulfill her at Saint Pancras place, bring adequate clothes for an extended weekend and make sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attention to detail. His slate for the Euro-Star caravan would get in the C. W. Post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn't, she would advance him something on account as a servant in eccentric his services were needed at some future appointment.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Henry M. Robert's anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Sabbatum. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The control board showed finish to Belgian capital, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, standard grade return to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the subway system place staircase. She was head and articulatio humeri above about of her beau traveler, her tallness turning several caput and then her looks causing a second glance of perceptiveness. She wore a simple ‘ A'line, clear wild blue yonder dress that came to just above her stifle. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and short fall earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

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

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

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

"Yes of course…"Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the whole tone down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first course of instruction. split carriages then. Henry Martyn Robert wasn't quite surely how he felt about that, but had the distinct intuitive feeling that he was no More than the hired help. He had time to retrieve about it on the two and a half minute it took to get to Gard Du Nord station in French Republic. He was the hired service, little Thomas More than the status of a pet, he should accept expected that, but wasn't used to slipping into a submissive role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outdoors Hotel De Ville in Avenue capital of Seychelles, alongside the Seine River. Henry M. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in More of her buying force. This was several hundred Euros a nighttime for the basic room, not that the Leontyne Price were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn't afford it.

His way, even though it wasn't prime minister tier, still had an sumptuousness that Robert had never experienced before. He could only imagine at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboy and concierge had fussed around her, she was probably in the presidential rooms and well known as a patron.

By the prison term he had freshened up from the slip and explored the plush room he found himself in, Elizabeth I had called his bedside telephone and asked him to foregather her in the lounge in ten minutes.

Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the paries and ceiling of the lounge. A hovering waiter had taken his parliamentary law of a nightclub restorative with a twist. She arrived a few minute later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

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

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

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

dinner that Night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a epithet to the dish aerial he ate or the wine that accompanied the class. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion show Prime Minister. Her buck private exhibit had left her somewhat to a lesser extent than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more meaning than the business organization proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her frock and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underclothes, only a string of ivory and matching earrings.

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

Robert was transfixed. He knew she was beautiful and had crafted an simulacrum in his nous. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

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

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

He placed a plurality of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first clip, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a pucker cumulus at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his dope. Her look intrigued him, a elusive portmanteau of natural and concoct essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged runnel either side of her principal. Her oculus, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her foreland in his articulatio cubiti 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 enterprise arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

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

"God Elizabeth II, you are beautiful."He couldn't help the words escaping his lips, his oral fissure forming the Holy Writ a millisecond after he thought them.

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

The candy kiss tasted of the solid food they had shared, but more, subtle hint of something like honey and sugariness lingered on her sassing and breathing spell. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this cleaning woman and equally aware, that was a rupture of his declaration with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his judgment and bent to the task.

Her spit found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in restitution. His paw continued to pull strings her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay tummy to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, humble in takes of breath as her nerve conclusion enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and trice had risen, breathing became synchronised as knife roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish point under normal conditions, but an erogenous zona when in a intimate face-off. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdominal cavity, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his nous, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very emotional pap. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate chemical reaction of arched back. With virtuoso ineptness, he slid his backtalk and knife between her knocker, tracing the pearl structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with fiddling buss, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the cover of his top dog, her finger entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to curve again as her nerve endings registered his kisses and the expectancy of his tongue on her sex, built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at finale rewarded. Robert gently pried her ramification apart so that he could taste her feminine nitty-gritty. Tentatively, his knife tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a bouncy telegram by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her dope. She came there and then. With no More than just the build up of sexual tautness, hope and the expert touch of Henry Martyn Robert's knife and fingertips.

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

He adjusted his spot, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free memory access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his backtalk while his finger found her nipple to razz and pick off them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her handwriting between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was make, Robert slid over her body, supporting his free weight on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his unvoiced tool zoned in on her waiting profundity, unerringly aligned to riddle her in a union of common gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entering and home.

His initial thrust was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an possibility of her dead body to his encroachment. The endorsement and subsequent thrusts were with a higher urgency and motive to contract her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Henry Martyn Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed midland that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a sinew control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the period when he would not be able to control the need to saturate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his eubstance over hers. Before he had a probability to grab the mail boat, Elizabeth's lips closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot sassing. It was his turn to moan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the piece, keeping him deep over her tongue.

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

"I want you oceanic abyss Henry Martyn Robert, I want your cum in my cunt."It was the first expletive he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the Holy Scripture was fitting in the context.

He threw the half undo rubber and turned her over so that her perfect rear end faced him. He eased his length into her torso and began to get it on into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hands and fingerbreadth, but was insistent in the seeking to dispatch the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his parsimoniousness and this knowledge heightened her own demand and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to cooccur with his.

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

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

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth I really was. The trapping of wealth and stead, proved as nothing when faced with raw emotion that heavy sex and the simple union 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 balance of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in trade union that, although satisfying and much to a greater extent than pleasurable, didn't quite hit the Saame meridian of raw emotion the previous Nox had hit.

Their leave-taking at Saint Pancras at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth's common character resumed and zippo could dawn the barriers.

"Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful."She smiled an lenient anamnesis of their first nighttime."But, you must block me, forget this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness."

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

"Goodbye Henry M. Robert, take care and please gestate you payment in the post as promised."She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her hide and that she would call on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the resistance, knowing that she wore nothing under the champaign, ‘ A'line clothes in brightness bluing. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen professing had afforded him.

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Chapter 3

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

His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a meretricious, more colourful notice. It brought a few interrogation, but was proving to be the weakly point of sale. He had taken out a small distance in the local anaesthetic dislodge paper inter-group communication chromatography column which had started to pay off. But, the job was, well the women who called him were not Elizabeth and definitely not in her class.

He thought long and hard about his future. It was obvious that his need for money, plus the enjoyment of his extra-curricular activities, was having a detrimental effect on studying Music. nigh of the time, he was far too commonplace to center for to a greater extent than a few minutes before falling asleep. So it was perhaps, clock time to reckon whether he wanted to continue as a student and give up the profession, or prefer the latter as a career move and possibly find fault up the study later. The matter that bothered him though, was the standard of the majority of his client and that was mostly because of his adverts and their placing he realised.

Then, while answering a shout from a new client, it dawned on him that he should join an federal agency. Let them find the bookings, pay them a small fee and have admission to a much good class of node. It was n't that he was being cliquish, just that his libido had boundary and for him to produce the goods, he had to at least like the look of the woman. Having them vetted by an way, seemed like the way to go.

He joined 'Private Encounters', an federal agency that boasted a telephone exchange London address and promised eternal customer. His CV was accepted and a short audience in a meretricious hotel off of The Edgware road found him being punted around the contact magazines and web site they had. Henry Martyn Robert removed his own advert and waited for the sound to ring. It did n't direct long.

gold, his tangency with the government agency, had booked him with a bubbly blond called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the dark to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that dark. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a long evening.

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

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

Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her garb, gauzy and multi-colour, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metal grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade duration in blonde tresses of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might reckon antic naked, at least from the rear horizon he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.

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

He listened as she prattled on, not really concentrating on her words, but intently on her rima oris. He realised she had perfect tooth. Each was perfectly aligned, beautifully White River and completely even and so obviously the mathematical product of an orthodontist. Her lips, on the full side, were quite extensive, wider than the European average perhaps and very take in. Her back talk was expressive and spoke more in the hidden spoken language of the dead body than her Word did. Her eye that danced, never resting in any one place for more than a split second, were grey/blue with a dark outer ring to her iris.

'' Have I got herpes 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 oral cavity. '' He felt more than a small pudden-head at the ineptness of his comment, but hoped it covered his switching off.

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

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

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

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

He did n't try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to fall up with two Saint Ulmo's light without glasses and a wedge of lime shoved down the neck opening of the bottle.

And then Suzanne danced, spinning away from him, her bottle describing electric arc as she twisted and spun on the floor. Her alternative of apparel was now obviously deliberate. The lightweight fabric spun out as she twisted, giving the commentator a lupus erythematosus than elusive aspect of her bronzed thighs. Henry M. Robert joined her on the dance floor, holding his beer in one bridge player and her slim waist in the other. Through the side by side few terpsichore anthems, they clung to each other and gyrated in a simulation of coupling that drew more than one or two admiring glances.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Well yes, generally I do n't call for a man in my passion life ... '' Her middle glittered in the reflected inflammation of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she Prince of Darkness for some reason. `` ... but I occasionally leave one into my bed ... '' Her smile was quiet mischievous and her deliberate intermission 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 laugh was instantaneous and completely at ease.

wear was thrown in any direction in the haste to get naked and into each other when they arrived at her hotel door. Somehow, while undressing each other and maintaining a middleman of mouth, they managed to get to the sleeping room and drop onto the queen sized bed in a heap.

Robert took charge, pushing her down onto her back while his fingers sought her sex and his back talk sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted neat and the aroma of her hide was intoxicating.

Suzanne was n't the type to be submissive though. She had ideas of her own and soon had his turncock in her panoptic mouth while she massaged his balls. She sucked greedily, downing most of his length, covering him in her saliva.

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

Once she had satisfied her hunger for cock head in her throat, she pushed Henry M. 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 attending to him.

Under no illusions that he was, in his role, little more than his customer 's impermanent plaything, Robert was mostly hunky-dory with that. But, this was an out an out use of his body for her pleasure and hers alone. It was the first time that Henry Martyn 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 stimulate eluded her completely, but Robert managed to push up up, bearing her free weight momentarily. Her pelvic thrust drove him back down, grinding him into the bed as her tempo increased. At last, she was getting there and hastened her climax with her fingers rubbing her clit as she gyrated on his cock.

She threw her point back, stretching her long cervix, her pharynx exposed, brawn pronounced and sighed as she came, twitching in after blow, bathed in lustre of sudor from the exertion.

Robert had n't cum, had n't felt like he would have got done any metre soon. And, although she was quite beautiful with a fantastic cast and nipple to die for, found he did n't like her enough to even want to try and complete. He did n't like her selfish taking of his torso with not thought to his gratification. It was a first for him and left him feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

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

'' My purse is on the dresser ; take whatever the going rate is and shut the doorway behind you please. '' No bye or thank you, just a pink slip like rubbish after use.

Robert 's feeling of being a human dildo deepened, she was n't even going to leave him to make clean himself up. As far as she was occupy, he had performed the function of her need and had no more interest in him. He retrieved his clothing, dressed and yelled through the john doorway that she could keep her money. It was a minuscule ego booster, very pocket-sized, but made him feel better about himself.

The cheque for the evening arrived two days later with a note from the Agency that his client had called to say that his service was way above expectation and that the office would be subject to recommendation back place. amber was delighted that her new boy was such a achiever and added a hand written note of thanks.

Robert closed the note, screwed it up and tossed it, over hand, into the waste matter bin. The events of that Nox had given him cause to reflect yet again. Being an accompaniment had its obvious virtue. Getting to screw women on a even basis was an obvious up-side.

But the realisation that he was nothing more than a temporary thing, made him sense that his worth was somewhere on a par with a rampant rabbit.

organism listless was something new to Robert, but listless he was over the succeeding pair of 24-hour interval. Suddenly, he missed his discipline, missed the pressure of assignment deadlines. It was irrational, he knew, but the feeling of baselessness and deficiency of worth would not shift.

The agency called with his succeeding assignment for the following Saturday night. Robert was less than enthusiastic, but accepted, rationalising that the money would be useful. Amber must have picked up on his lacklustre response to the designation because she insisted that he meet her for luncheon that day.

Amber turned out to be in her of late mid-forties, but had kept her tone and her appearance. Her make up, was subtly applied, accentuating the contours of her jaw line and cheeks. Eye tail was muted, a blend of at least two gloss and in gross unity with a flesh-tone lipstick. She wore a simple'A'line dress and a unity string of pearls around her neck.

She ordered lunch for both of them, conferring with him over the choice and deciding on a warm up salad with a glass of chardonnay to wash it down.
She talked over the food and the boundary of her wine-coloured glass. Her eyes rarely left his as she told him about the origins of Private Encounters. How she had started it as an up-market client point of link as she put it. Her mean solar day on the street had made her realise that she was better than the norm 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 brusk fourth dimension only, the scuttlebutt that came from your first client have brought you to my attention and, I like to look after my `` special '' thrill. You seemed unhappy on the sound earlier, so, I wanted to shit sure everything is okay with you. ``

Robert did n't know quite what to say. He did n't really know how to express his recondite feeling of worthlessness. Henry M. 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 representative after a few irregular, while he organised his mind.

'' The money is ticket. It 's just ... '' He searched for the rectify words. `` ... well, I feel used. '' And that was the crux of it. In voicing his flavour, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something More than casual involvement. He wanted a partner, someone to love.

'' I see ''. She paused for a second while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophical system. `` That intuitive feeling is nothing uncommon for us in the sex industry. The illusion is to hold our working and private life history separate. I ca n't tell you how to do that, you will lick it out for yourself in clock time, but it is a requirement, otherwise you become a striver to the machine, rather than the other way around. '' She paused again and looked at the top of Robert 's mind and tapped the mesa top to get his attention.

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

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

Amber continued. `` You have plenty of free time Robert, so why not get out in the world and see the roses. smelling the roses and, if you are open enough, uprise your own rose. '' She liked the metaphor. `` Anyway, do the gig on Sat. Heidi is a long established supporter, is moneyed and do n't let the fact that she is High German put you off. ``

Amber got up from the chair, adjusted her dress and said as she walked away. `` Think about it Henry M. Robert. Go out and find a girlfriend. '' She left him at the mesa, his warmly salad unswayed 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 doubly yearly kickshaw. This was her honor for working knockout and being a successful money vendor. Trawling the line markets and buying or selling money. It is mostly a man 's earth, but she had a raw elan and competed on their terms.

Twice a twelvemonth, she would call Private confrontation, see who was new on the Holy Writ and arrange for her weekend entertainment. Coming over from Bonn for a three day stay in the Park Lane Hilton, spending silly amounts in Oxford Street and then getting fucked senseless by a hired tool was her bi-annual reward.

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

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

Heidi was probably belated XXX, dressed in cypher but a fishing net eubstance stocking and black patent leather mellow heels. Her breasts were pushing at the mesh of the fishing net. Her tit poked through and showed a gold bar in each. Her short blonde hair looked thick and soft, well cut into the nape of her neck. She carried a few additional British pound, mostly on her hips, but all in all, was a ticket specimen of womanhood Henry Martyn Robert thought.

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

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

'' These days, sheathed mostly. '' He felt a bit like a museum showing, being studied and analysed and More than a little uncomfortable at the vivid attention.

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

If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was awry. Alongside the bed, on a small hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut in an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberry mark and a tube of hot chocolate, as sold by almost sex shop class. dinner party, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a confection tooth.

'' You will forgive me the slightly flakey, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not ? '' Her verbalise side was very well, with only a suggestion of the German emphasis to it.

She had him lay on top of the bed while she smeared chocolate all over his chest, abdomen and groin, paying special attention to his groin. In a perverse way, Robert found the cool umber acted as a unguent and felt really rather nice. Heidi arranged several strawberries over the top of the cocoa, placing them with care and making surely they adhered by twisting them a little. Once she had them placed, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It gave Robert a chance to see her body properly. He thought she was okay, if a little on the larger size, but proportioned well. Her perforated titty were heavy, but not hugely so that they sagged. Her shank was nicely nail down before it flared out to her coxa. Her mons was covered by the gusset of the body stocking and her legs, probably her estimable feature, were nice and slender, without being skinny.

And then her tongue went to work, licking up the chocolate, starting from just below his pharynx and gradually working her way downwards. The hemangioma simplex placed strategically, were eaten, one by one, slowly and with as a great deal sexiness as she could possible muster.

It was very pleasurable, feeling her hot lingua overlapping at his cutis, nibbling off the strawberry and making sure that anything under them also got nibbled or licked. She bit his tit gently, holding them between her dentition as they hardened. As she progressed down his trunk, licking off the chocolate and eating the hemangioma simplex, so his interest made its self felt in the hardening of his cock, which twitched several times in arousal.

At in conclusion, she got to his now, quite stiff, member. Holding a man of the fruit between her backtalk, she pushed it into her backtalk, using his engorged rooster as a push rod.

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

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

'' Do you like burnt umber Robert ? ``

'' Um. Yes. Sure. ``

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

She grabbed the thermionic valve of cocoa and squirted it over his cock, making for certain it was completely covered. Then, with her fingers, she opened a dent in the body stocking he had n't noticed before. She placed a hemangioma simplex between her snatch sassing and again, used his pecker as a ramrod ; she pushed the yield into her soundbox and slipped down on him.

'' What about the pips ? Wo n't they get stuck ? '' Henry Martyn 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 fourth dimension until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless sassing and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules.

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

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

'' And now, for the Champagne. '' She announced and grabbed the cooling bottle from the ice bucket. The cork flew up, hitting the cap and spumy house of cards spilled out of the cervix to spatter over Henry M. Robert, making him shiver at the sudden coolness. She gulped down a mouthful and then held the next in her mouth while she pushed his fountainhead between her lips. The iciness made his turncock wince a little, but the massage of bubbles felt delicious. His rigor was becoming uncomfortable, it had been some time that he had held his erection.

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

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

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

She was quite light from the expansion that champagne had caused and was of course, very wet indeed. It made things just that much easy. Robert slid into her and fucked her in a strong regular recurrence, using his stallion length in long smooth chance event. The feeding bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, leaking what was left over the carpeting. Neither of them noticed.

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

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

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

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

Robert felt much lighter than he had for several daytime. It had been a fun even. His sense of value was somewhat restored, adding a omission to his step.

His day was completely made up when he heard the subject matter left by Elizabeth II, asking him to predict her back. He left a message on her part mail.

The cheque arrived on the following Tuesday, four hundred Pound, which, after commission, was one hundred Thomas More than the usual fee. A banker's bill from gold asked what import the strawberries and cocoa had.

Elizabeth I returned his cry. She invited him to the races as her Escort. It was outside of the Agency, but Henry M. Robert did n't care. The prospect to see Elizabeth was far too good to pass up.











































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Chapter Four.

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

"Let's celebrate ”. She said, after they had collected their winning from an dysphoric trackside bookmaker who shelled out six thousand pounds to the happy couple."I know a howling small restaurant in Weybridge."

She gave the directions to her chauffer as they slipped into the vertebral column of the ringlet Royce parked in the member's car park.

Henry Martyn Robert gazed at her, taking in her loveliness. Flushed with her success, her cheeks were quite ruddy which perfectly complemented the childlike jersey wearing apparel she wore. It stretched and clung to her body, accentuating her anatomy. A pearl necklace of three chain was her alone other ornamentation. Her make-up, as common, was lightly done with subtle hints and tad that highlighted her cheek bone. Her eye vestige was almost the Saami 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 restaurant was indeed a fine topographic point, carrying two Michelin wiz to its name. Elizabeth chattered on, her excitement had not abated at all. It was so unlike their former engagements, Robert didn't know really, what to say. He was content to admit her to flit from subject to subject while he drank in her case and drowned in emotion.

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

It was an almost comical expression.

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

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

You'll get stuck like that."His grinning broadened. How could he tell her that he loved her, totally ? How could he, soul who had side by side to zero, early than the play division of his organic structure, to offer her ? individual who screwed women for money, just a cheap whore really ?

Perhaps his emotions and thoughts were filmy, she knew straight away, now that she had calmed down that the look Robert was studying her with was not one of meek curio. She leaned back in her electric chair opposite him with the mesa and remainder of their repast between them as an good barrier.

"We need to talk Robert, but not here."She waved the waiter over and settled the greenback. With naught more said, she rose from the board, expecting Robert to follow her lead.

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

Shortly, they were driving through the security gates to holy man George V Benny Hill Estate. Robert dully took in the houses and mansions that populated the exclusive real the three estates built around one of the serious golf courses in the country. Her redbrick household had its own gravel drive in a U shape behind a copper beech hedge that was just big enough to hide the house from the road. The front lawn and shrubbery was immaculate.

"I won't need you anymore today weenie ”. She told the device driver. The car moved off, tyres crunching on the crushed rock, leaving them at the footstep to the front man sandstone portico entrance. The door was not locked.

Polished woodwind instrument panelling formed the entrance dormitory. A light oak step spiralled up in a drag in arch from heart of the flagstone floor of the entrance hall, up to the first level and out of ken. She dropped her bag on the episodic mesa that Lent against the decently side of the ornately worked hall.

She walked toward a doorway in the panelling, again, expecting him to come. The drawing room was also panelled, but using white ash rather than the oak of the entrance antechamber. It made the room bright. A huge inglenook open fireplace in red brick and a vast bit of oak as an over mantle dominated the room with a dramatis personae iron grate on top of the fireside, which was also of brick. The floors were polished light oak. The piece of furniture looked almost inadvertent, but was obviously chosen to compliment the room. She sat on the light-green leather chesterfield and patted the place beside her.

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

"Yes."He nodded as if to reinforce his statement, but his heart and soul thumped in his chest. This was a import of truth with a dubious outcome and his doubtfulness was clearly evident.

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

"We are not so dissimilar you and I. We are both playing a section, you as a Male bodyguard and me as a trophy wife. Neither of us is supposed to have tone or emotions, just be portion of the trappings and providing a service."She turned slightly and took his deal in hers."My married man and I have been married nearly ten age now. In all that clip, he has never once touched me. We have separated sleeping room, separate lives even. He prefers the company of men, but for decorum's interest and the laurels of the family, married me. We pretend to be the perfect couple socially, but nothing could be further from the truth. I shut up my look a long sentence ago and mostly drift from day to day with nothing more in my fountainhead than what to wear."

He rubbed his thumbs over the spine of her bridge player, just a small-scale motion of soothing.

"Elizabeth ... I know I am supposed to be dispassionate and all that. Mostly, I can be and ingest been in my short life history, but then I met you. I can't forget how you cried in my arms in Paris. You sobbed as if your heart was broken and you seemed so alone. I wanted to be there for you, protect you and make out you. You were like a perfect bird in my coat of arms, 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 Robert. It was a mistake on my part, to foretell you again and I am regretful for that. I think it scoop that we not foregather again, it is too painful."She turned away from him and faced the firing place."I'll call you a cab to bring you home."Her shoulders hitched a little."I'm sorry Robert."

He saw and heard her distress. Before he knew it, he had risen and grasped her in his arms, turning her to confront him. Her snag filled centre rose to meet his. He kissed her broad on the lips, pulling her body into him."I love you."He murmured into her oral fissure."I love you so much."

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

Later, when they had made despairing love on top of her bed and lay naked, holding one another, Elizabeth, soaked his pectus with her tears while he stroked her point smoothing her hair 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 animation. His own doubts clouded any rational thinking. What could he give, other than his love life ? Their sex was stupefy, filled with passion and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, she dozed, still with her head teacher on his chest. He felt her loose gradually and become heavy. He may not be capable to bring a great deal, but this was all he wanted. Just to have her in his blazonry was enough for now. Still upset, he fell asleep.

It was much later when he woke. It was wax dark outside. He wondered what the time was but didn't want to wake her to await at his watch. Elizabeth was snoring slightly, her hair tousled, lay across his berm, obscuring her nerve with a fog of blond. Henry Martyn Robert felt a physical aching just looking at her. It hurt to take her in, to feel so at simplicity, but at the same time, knowing that it would end when she woke.

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

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

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

"Robert, please ..."

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

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

"Sure."

She called him a cab which arrived after a ten minute waiting. Nothing was said, the balance of the berth too soft for very a great deal for Holy Writ. She kissed his boldness and opened the door for him."I will yell you. select care."

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

The next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. passed without a phone phone call. Henry Martyn Robert worried that she wouldn't yell. With time on his hands to cerebrate, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her routine. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to string up around the house in the promise that she would come out and see him, besides, the security on the gate wouldn't allow him in.

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

"So, you're the admiration boy in Amber's stud farm then are you ?"He was still standing at the threshold of the doorway to the hotel room of his Saturday's assignment."Amber Tell me you have boosted her business no end. I'm not surprise. Finding decent men to fill her Bible is never light. Christ on a stick, finding a man of any variety is grueling enough."

jean, for her age, was garnish and carried a confident sang-froid in her heading. Her clothing was expensive, without being ostentatious or too obvious. She had spent a large part of the day n the beaut salon, getting quick for this evening's soiree at Lady something or former's garden party. Robert had chosen a simple blazer of quag and an unfastened necked shirt from his now, bed bursting wardrobe.

She picked up her purse, took his arm and waited while he opened the car threshold for her. She chatted on about this and that while he thought she was just another wealthy business woman, from a long concatenation of the Saami, who had made their career their lover.

The party passed Robert by. Being on duty, as it were, he limited himself to one glass of champagne and only nibbled at the array of goody being passed around by an army of waiters. And then, it was time to will. He wasn't sure that he could live up to the charge Amber had labelled him with and fretted a trivial on the way back.

blue jean was quite tipsy. Fortunately, she was a felicitous drunk and giggled as she fumbled her walk at the electronic lock of her suite.

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

"Well, the mentation had crossed my mind."Robert fell into the persona immediately. It was obviously her trivial foible and not an uncommon one, to be taken, defenceless, in her drunken condition, by a virile man. It was a role he had played before with pocket-sized variations. He stepped in close to Jean, invading her space and leaving no room in which to manoeuvre. He put his sleeve around her and deftly unzipped her dress while looking intently into her eyes, holding them imprisoned while he undressed her. Then, as she stood in bra and scanty, he grasped the book binding of her psyche, scrunching up her carefully manicured hair and kissed her mouth forcefully, taking her breathing space away. This was exactly what she had wished for. She melted in his weapon system and clung to him to block herself from falling bonelessly to the floor.

He picked her up, realising that she weighed a lot lupus erythematosus than he had thought. The stride to her bedroom were effortless. He dropped her on the bed and placed a flat thenar on her chest in a silent instruction to abide exactly as she was until he allowed her to propel. She stared as he efficiently removed his clothing and slipped a safe onto the bedside storage locker ready for later.

"What ..."He put a finger to her lips, stopping any questions. It proved to be an in force gag and was just as insistent a mastery as if he had told her to keep subdued. Obediently, she lay on her back and made no move as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulder while his stare bored into her drumhead. Her breasts, when they were finally free of their lacy prison, had just enough resolve to them, that they remained erect and pointed at him enticingly. He hooked his ovolo into the waist band of her panties and eased them over her pelvic girdle and knees, then off over her feet.

He gripped one of her white meat and rubbed the pap under his thumb, trapping it against the face of his hand. She made a trivial pout and gasped at the sudden input. It hardened and darkened at his ministration. He had not broken eye contact while he excited her mammilla. He placed his other palm on her venter, just above her vee with just adequate pressure sensation to let her know it was there. Slowly and with consummate skill, he slowly touched her lips, parting them so that he could get to her clitoris with just a digit tip. Her legs opened just enough to allow the intrusion. Her back arched at his touching, an invitation to subscribe her fully. Henry Martyn Robert fingerbreadth fucked her gently, but forcefully. He would not be denied his dirty money and there was nothing she could do about it.

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

Again, he took hold of her head and with gentle by firm military posture, pulled her oral fissure to his semi-hard stopcock. He didn't give her a choice. She was to suck him while he finger fucked her again. She came a second time, lots quicker and gasped around his cock between her lips. Satisfied that she was cook, Henry Martyn Robert reached over for the condom, and then slipped between her knee joint which parted with no resistivity. It was going to be the missionary location, but that was alright and allowed him to play with her nipples and blarney her to yet another orgasm.
This time, her coming was not dumb. She cried out as the wafture crashed through her synapses and her body gave of its self, her own essences to mix with those of his. Henry Martyn Robert came inside her and enjoyed the sensation more than he had for quite some prison term, closing his eyes as his semen spurted over and over.

"Wow !"Was all she said.

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

Amber called him on Monday. Apparently, Jean had been on the earpiece full-of-the-moon of his extolment. The cheque was in the Charles William Post with a little supernumerary and perhaps, she should try the object of praise for herself. It was jokingly said, but Henry M. Robert thought that, if he made the movement, amber would jump at the chance. He decided not to, things were complicated enough as it was without adding another to the equation.

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

Over the form of a month, dungaree had engaged his service twice more without even the excuse of needing an escort to a function. She wanted him for sex and was quite brazen about it. Robert had to refuse a one-third liaison and explained to Amber that he thought denim was getting hooked up on him. It was amber that had to break it to denim, that it had run its course of action and Henry M. Robert would not be available.

Before he knew it, it was Christmas, the eye of wintertime and Elizabeth still hadn't called him. Six months had flown by, but the longing had not diminished. He was just getting used to the fact that she wouldn't call again. The realisation altered his life a little. If he couldn't have her, then almost any woman who hired his service would do. Amber was delighted by this number around. Wasn't it only a few months ago that he was full of self doubtfulness ? Now she had a vernal man willing to sleep with anyone, almost, and nigh definitely was the star of her portfolio. She bought him a Rolex lookout for Christmas. After all, he had earned it, several fourth dimension over.

And then, another Christmas came. A unanimous year of accompaniment services had passed where he was out almost every weekend and a few weekdays in between. He had managed a holiday in the rib Del somewhere and had celebrated his twenty eighth birthday. He had fucked his way through a wholly yr 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 party on Christmas Day Eve, somewhere swanky and expensive. It might not take been an engagement, but both knew they would end the nighttime, locked in each early's eubstance. It was a satisfy night and both had got what they wanted from the sexual union. gold had wondered what her clients were enthusing about and was pleasantly surprised that Robert could roleplay her body until she gasped and writhed under him. Henry M. Robert enjoyed her and satisfied a mild oddity about how she looked under her clothing.

He spent Dec 25 day with his parents. He was dismayed to see how frail his don had become and realised that he would not be around for very much foresightful. His mother seemed as robust as ever, but would probably barge in when dad died. He would try and be there for her, she would need him as a crutch he knew.

He got home Boxing Day with the mortality of his parents on his mind. The vapid, newly bought from the yield of his profession, was silent and cold as he closed the front door behind him. Suddenly, as if running into a paries, Robert felt desperately lonely. It hit him with no warning. He wailed forlornly and sank to his knee joint as tears soaked his cheeks. The actualization that, apart from screwing untold women and having Amber as his agent, he was completely solely, with no-one he could peach to or love or just be a part of. What friends he had had, were all gone now, too many sentence he had appointment that coincided with their design for parties and get togethers. He hadn't spoken to Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, for eighteen months now. She was in the process of planning her wedding the survive sentence he saw her and was deliriously happy. He envied her now, but hadn't at the time. He could not see a future that involved anyone else. He had nothing to calculate forward to and that is what hit him the hardest.

gold picked up on the third ring and realised immediately, that there was something terribly ill-timed. Twenty arcminute later, he was in her subdivision sobbing. She had driven over, breaking several traffic laws in the procedure and left her vex boyfriend without explanation.

Somehow, between sob, Henry M. Robert poured out his heart to gold, telling her about his parents, Lucy and the sense of loss he had. He told her of his love for Elizabeth and just how lonely he was. She soothed and comforted and shared a bottle of score with him until he settled down to sleep at last. Then she broke several more traffic laws in driving dwelling house with a plan in her head.

"Robert, I have an naming for you, a New year's bang on the River Thames. My client compliments to meet you at the boat at nine thirty. Are you up for it ? I know its short card, but she is dire. Will you do this for me ?"

ball club thirty on the thirty first of December found him standing on the pontoon at Westminster pier. The river cruiser was already packed with merrymaker. The drink had been flowing for more than an hr and the beat of music bounced off the rippling river airfoil and recall off the embankment wall.

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

Elizabeth stood clutching her purse, wearing a draped, electric blue air attire with a cross over plunge neckline and the front gathered at the forepart so that the hem line was drawn up to around mid thigh. Robert's jaw dropped. If it was potential, she looked even more beautiful than the last clip he had seen her. His meat lurched and those emotions, he had desperately tried to cover up, came to the surface in an overwhelming moving ridge. He swallowed a interference in his pharynx and didn't dare speak or strike in lawsuit he suddenly began to cry.

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

"Hello Robert, are you working ?"

"Um ... I was supposed to be meeting Cristal at nine thirty."Involuntarily, he glanced at his spotter, but didn't really register the clip showing on the human face."I guess she is late."

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

The cruiser powered up to Chelsea span and then all the way down the Thames to the alluvion barrier at Woolwich before turning around and returning upstream to Westminster dock just in time for the countdown to two thousand and eleven. Neither of them noticed the passing play city-scape or the shivering of the December night as they sat, away from the political party, at the prow of the cruiser and talked.

Robert, although he meant to celebrate his feelings covered, found himself telling her of his desperation over the last-place eighteen month. How he had tried to replace his emotions by throwing himself into his work and failing miserably. Instead, he had sunken into a kind of depression that even his holiday to Costa Del whatever had not relieved. Elizabeth listened intently, offering appealing murmurs and gestures as he spilled out his heart.

All too soon, the cruiser made berth and the bell of Big Ben heralding the New Year. They walked arm in arm with no peculiar instruction, avoiding the, mostly salute reveler who sought to gain their way home by whatever means they could.

Few seat were out-of-doors, but the McDonalds in The fibril were still serving. Henry M. Robert and Elizabeth II found a seat and drink the awful coffee and stared at each early, their thinking held in check, conversation had background to a arrest temporarily where emotions were just too raw to defy sharing thoughts. The silence stretched while the coffee coagulated in the Styrofoam cups.

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

"gold has been undecomposed to me. I guess I have been good for her business. She did her scoop to count after me. I've been a bit of a mass I suppose."He glanced away and looked at his feet."I've missed you so a good deal Elizabeth, so much."He didn't dare look up to see her chemical reaction, fearing that she might rebound, but knowing he needed to severalise her how he felt. He needed to strip his person while he had the luck."I love you Elizabeth II and I can't supporter it."

Elizabeth II was silent and sat still on the opposite side of the board. Her stare studied the top of his head where he would not look up. She waited and the silence stretched out for respective minutes until he at last looked into her optic. She could see his fear. experience his pain and was very cognizant of the sweat 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 husband made me. He forced me to go to a clinic to abort a child. We split soon after that. I was no longer needed. He replaced me with another bimbo."She stared at him steadily.

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

"Oh Elizabeth, I am so sorry to hear that. I'm sorry, I've been bleating on about my trouble and all the while you have suffered forged, much worse."He reached across the tabular array and gripped her hand as if to reinforce his concern.

"I always knew I was a prize wife and that my fourth dimension of sitting on the stool had a limited life duad, but I thought having a small fry would have altered things. I thought, perhaps, that he might finalize down, might even spring up to love me. I was untimely on so many counts. He forced me to have the abortion, threatening to have me out and cut me off completely. I suppose I knew that it wasn't going to be forever so had saved some money in a private account. It isn't much, but with the adjustment 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 history Robert."She said defensively."I'm PA'ing for a magazine publisher editor, mortal I've known forever. He took commiseration on me and gave me a job. Bob is a material treasure."

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

"Being a trophy wife is very much like working for a living Henry M. Robert. You can't teddy up in anyway. Appearance, manner, even playing host and geisha girl to his cronies is no different to being a writing table or something. The speculative is being shared with his business booster and clients. It was one of those who got me fraught. You at least, have the sumptuousness of choosing who you screw. I didn't have that choice and what's bad, he enjoyed watching me and god avail 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 charge to his apartment.

Later, when they had drunk a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine and told each other of the last XVIII months, came the moment where by reciprocal agreement made by silent realisation that talking had run its class for now. That their report had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solacement of forcible act would begin the healing process.

They made love. Not an animal union of rampantly desire. No master and schoolmistress scenario. No john, just a coming together of two people, too long denied the exemption of aspect, too long guarding their emotions and too long alone in a busy world.

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


Epilogue.

Robert shoved the perambulator around the supermarket while Adam toddled in nominal head of him, the reins of his harness attached to the hold, his sister gurgled happily in the cot of the walker. The two children had come quickly. Adam was almost three and had already adopted the same royal aloofness of his mother, but his aspect were pure Robert. Eveline was fair and would probably raise to take care like Elizabeth I. The pick of name calling had been careful. The children were a new beginning to their lives, Adam and Eveline was a utter choice.

Frozen peas and a mail boat of sweetcorn hit the backside of the tramcar Elizabeth I was pushing. They briefly discussed the deservingness of freeze Pisces the Fishes, coated in breadcrumbs and decided against it.

Saturday shopping was becoming a ritual, a home thing, simple, but so gratifying. Perhaps a mundane activity, but nothing they did together could be construed as sameness.

Henry M. Robert was now a youngster executive director for a music publishing theater, promotion was within his clasp. Although he hadn't completed his degree, his knowledge of historical music and the easy way he had while explaining the concept had impressed his party boss. That and his natural soundly aspect had struck a chord with Jacqueline, who blushed a little during his interview. Her cerebration were held private, to her credit, but her reaction of crossing and uncrossing her leg signified her attraction 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 touch with Amber, but withdrew his services as an escort. She understood, but respective of her regular guest would have preferred he stayed. Their fuse unselfishness at his marriage was overwhelming and unexpected. Amber's wedding present of a car had been more than generous, but the option showed her sense of wittiness. A shiny red President Ford escort stood outside in the car commons. amber had accepted the role of God Parent to Adam and would likely do the same for Eveline.

The grandparents somehow continued to cling to this mortal volute. Perhaps the joy of the children gave them a secondly rental of biography. They instantly loved Elizabeth when she and Robert visited to announce their intention to get married. Henry M. Robert's dad even flirted a lilliputian and surprised them all.

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