I feel I can trust you with Jimmy.’ ‘Thank you. I’d have a total of twelve hours a week would be my limit and on each Monday morning any hours f...om the previous week not used are wiped off the board and we start with another twelve hours for that week. Use the menu blackboard over there.’ ‘Oh thank you thank you. Why are you doing this?’ ‘I want you to find a life away from here, to find a man who will be good to you and good to Jimmy.’ ‘I don’t fancy my chances of doing that.’ ‘Well believe. So you wish me to communicate with Beardy Will, to impress on him that he has completely misunderstood and misrepresented the situation. That there is nothing to see here, that your behaviours and actions are typical of members of The Royal Household and The House of Lords and the fact that you are in receipt of financial remuneration should not lead anyone to believe that you are a whore who sells your arse to the highest bidder. Wait a tomfoolery minute. What's the date on this letter? Oh for. .......¡¨ " ........ It's a strange name to call a boob"? she finished. He laughed a genuine, deep in the throat laugh. His teeth were perfect, no fillings, white, sparkling. His tongue moist and clean; she imagined it pushing between her lips, joining with hers, and licking deep within her pussy... His cough brought her back to reality. She struggled to retain her cool, aloofness, and of course she fooled neither herself nor him. "As if I would!" She allowed him a brief "hmm". "It's just. ” Eyes narrowed, teeth clamping together, she gripped the doorknob even tighter. Numb, disconnected, she stepped back. She turned in time to see him increase the pace of his pummeling cock once more, then slammed the door behind her. The sound ricocheted through the empty bar. Go, she told herself. Get the fuck out. Her hand was stiff. Cramped. She glanced down at the bottle of soda in her clawed grip. Remembered the stranger at the bar. The girl who asked to have a drink with her, flirted a.