The problem of keeping a low visibility is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can single one out as unusual as can wassail too much or even drinking the wrongly firebrand of beverage. I am afraid I must stimulate got it incorrect,

I was struggling to get my level at the topical anaesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three calendar month in hospital, and the fiscal situation was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four other gent, you can only husband so much on food without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the building I was cleaning as an evening job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alarm, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke rupture in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a dampen explosion, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclava leave in a hurry, the station had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no police force, zip. I went down and saw a door forced in a second floor government agency and a safe, the door blown loose, with cash, protection and Gold bars strewn across the flooring, testimonial to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the dismay, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few spare notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my streetcar, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minutes ticked away it became clear-cut no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber baseball mitt and remembering office 42 on the top and one-fourth floor was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling board and stuffed money and securities into the vacancy above, then I took the two Au streak to the roof and as a car passed dropped them to the Car Park.. Still no one came. No CCTV.

I went down reset the dismay, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the doorway where it had been forced open and after raising a waste pipe cover and dropping the gold down it I went round to my former building which I cleaned thoroughly rang the post to say I had finished.

I returned to the crime scene, I unlocked the outside door and turned the consternation off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm box off the paries and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the threshold and rushing around like a headless chicken until someone came, I saw an elderly mates across the road `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old couple called the Police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the police came round eventually. They spotted the broken warning signal, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the malefactor who admitted everything, and after a few week over a few nights the surety found their way to my room in my archeological site, under the press, and the cash two hundred and fifty thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you realize why I needed to continue a low profile.

Keeping a Low profile, I spent a lot of time at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to maintain the cleaning job but I was suffering, my row work dropped off, the worry, you see the thieves were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my regular dry pint at the pupil spousal relationship started to become four and I was warned for being former at study, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my gibe, the bozo were always trying to sell tap off gear, but I could just relax, among unknown, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a scholar, a youngish whitened English guy, some Asiatic guys took an interest in me, they assumed I was gay,

'' No Sorry pussy man me, '' I explained.

'' No matter, you 're short of readies I hear, '' the older one said, late 30 maybe, leather cap you know the type.

'' News change of location, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` Right, how about a fortune to bring in some serious dosh, and do us a favour, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Sat,

'' If it 's not criticise off or drugs I might be worry, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a cock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need soul to get married a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is despairing to last out here, you 're not married, '' I shook me caput `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` honorable man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some inside information, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her monotonous now, the university needed to make the information in font immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound advance took fear of the rent I owed, except five from the looting paid the split, and the additional five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding ceremony was all planned immaculately attestator, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no response, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my skillful suit to meet Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired sapphic in jackboot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely conceive it, her flame red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck was unadulterated, aristocratic even she had lentigo around her nose, her tooth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in love and began to wish I had actually worn my skillful cause instead of the twenty dollar bill year out of engagement ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so low temperature so clinical, she made my blood freezing. `` We marry Saturday, you have learned facts about me, ''

'' Yes '' I agreed awkwardly, `` We meet Saturday and never again, '' I agreed.

'' Unless immigration sniff cycle '' said Kevin the older melanize guy.

`` amercement. '' I said and meant it.

Saturday came and feeling a total behind I caught the bus to town in my beneficial suit of clothes with a suitcase and stood at the registry building waiting for my future married woman, she arrived in a smart tailored business causa, she gave me a swift kiss on the nerve, and we tried to see like we were in love for the recorder not a huge problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the stint limousine where organization were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow morning, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must drop the night together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost unadulterated silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our elbow room, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably tardily hr.

We had room service send up a visible radiation supper, and champagne, and she announced her intention of going to bed, and as she turned to fall up her jacket the lightsome caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her flame red haircloth swinging, those, slim, nicely work tit, but her verbal expression was again dusty, voiceless, spartan, but the soft twinkle softened even this.

I smiled at her as my manhood stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my privates gibbousness `` Do n't get musical theme '' she ordered, `` This is business only '' but I saw a slight smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three days older than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite can showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful white ankle duration night-dress.

She scowled at me, `` You take a Bath, '' she said she simply climbed into the bed and pulled the bedclothes over her. `` You do n't get any funny mind you sleep on storey '' she ordered.

'' Are you with KGB or something '' I muttered heading for the shower.

I showered and thought about the place, Ok I was being paid but she had no motive to be so rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covers back and slipping in beside her she put down her book, `` Sleep on floor, '' she insisted.

'' But we are not properly married yet until we have sex, '' I countered, `` You will pay me for work I have not done unless I make love to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of punches and slap on me, I sat up and caught her radiocarpal joint, she seemed suddenly small-scale and panic-stricken.



My bathrobe had become terminate receptive down the nominal head and my manhood was now very aware of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my dress as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her wrists until she stopped struggling, then I moved my point near her ear `` You saw mine now show me yours ! '' I joked.

'' Let me go, '' she insisted but I kissed her ear.

`` And you will record me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a shame, still this is nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was warm and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had stopping point had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great gouts of creamy cum scene out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the front of her nightdress.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on aim, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night gown from genitalia to bust and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will lick it off me, '' she insisted cruelly.

'' No I bloody well wont, '' I replied

'' Yes '' she said scooping some on a fingerbreadth and pushing it at my mouth, `` get on lick '' she said, `` You gay son like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her finger absent mindedly `` Its not too bad for English, so you eat other men 's ejaculate but not your own. ''

'' No I do n't eat men 's germ, '' I protested.

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised gay or at least bisexual person, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

'' Interested in fille, yes, Men no, you '' I paused, `` Definitely ! '' I thought a moment `` I tried not to but my body disagrees. ''

'' I too have this fuss '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing set up straining brassiere and night nightgown, `` We must remain alert or our body will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive Andrew Dickson White nightdress emphasising her curved shape, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her robe, `` This is ruined I think, we shall catch some Z's now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the weather sheet over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sort of dozed and felt exploring fingerbreadth, my bathrobe 's bash the first target then my chest which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My fingers loosed the greyback on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistband of her scanty and for her bra and carefully checked her breast and belly for blemishes before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the sheet, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no campaign to resist, so I eased her stage apart, eased the soaking petals of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of rage silently, two separate hoi polloi making one being, perhaps creating another being work our love, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tension that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her parts, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to interrupt her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of Jack and the Beanstalk, with my erect phallus being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth silken warm and wet Russian snatch descended on it, And I paid a issue visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` adept Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' Good dawning my husband. '' she locked her ramification around me `` You may kiss the bride you know. ''

'' Yes my love, '' I joked as I greeted her, `` Do you like being Mrs Fisher ''

'' Yes I think I do, '' she agreed

'' Why ? '' I asked

'' Because my organic structure tells me you are the one for me '' she explained.

'' Not your heart and soul. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my kernel, '' she agreed, `` My head teacher says run away. ``

'' I have a confession, '' she said before breakfast, `` I have not the money I owe you, I shall earn it but for now it is not there. ''

'' And the men who set this up ? '' I asked.

'' I owe them two thousand too, they will have to wait. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am desperate. ``

'' Any other debts, boyfriends girl, I need to cognise about ? '' I asked

'' Ten G for loan and I have to find rent right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a reputation for being rich people and no money ? '' I probed as the absurdity of the situation sank in.

'' Yes, why are you laughing ? '' she asked.

'' Because I have money I should not have, and. '' I explained but I was getting hard again.

She sensed my intention, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` looking at Dan, Mr Fisher, the fairy tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to possess the sex but you must please face the truth. ''

'' No, It 's not a problem, '' I replied.

'' It is, we have no money, please do not hazard that you do. ``

'' Ileana, please. '' I insisted, `` I do experience money ! ``

'' Go home Mr Daniel fisher, I wish it was different but it is not '' she explained

'' I 'll look you up when we get back dwelling house ! '' I promised.

'' But we do n't know each other, you know nothing about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must give me some space. ``

'' Ok, a week, I 'll give you a week, but preserve in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the bill and we set off for home plate separately, it turned out she never went back to the address we gave, it was there all right but a Somali family operated it as an accommodation address, but at least they had forwarded a disc to me with the nuptials pictures on it.

news of my wedding had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like soil suddenly revised their judgment as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my rich wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes convertible with the big businessman hood, silver, two years old 48 000 naut mi of course I had to rent a lock up garage for it and keep a low visibility about the fact I still shared a bedsitting room with th guys.

I expected somebody to describe us to the in-migration self-assurance, but nobody did, but it was the Asian guys that arranged the marriage who came looking for me. They found me at the campus library, they waited until I came out.

'' You really are a part of SOB ! '' I was told.

'' Yeah, correct, why exactly ? '' I asked.

'' Your adult female owes us, '' the immature one said.

'' How a lot ? '' I asked.

'' Ten M and the rest. '' he said.

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` She 's gone away. ''

'' Yeah, as far as Reed Street, you 're pimping her out right ? '' he asked.

'' turd, no, no I 'm not, look I have n't seen her since the wedding ? '' I explained.

'' We saw the car, man, you never earned that through a educatee loanword ! '' the younger one asserted.

'' Yeah right wing, '' he said, and he handed me a card from a phone box.

My heart sank, but I pulled my mobile from my pocket, dialled the number and waited.

She answered my heart skipped, `` I saw you advert, you do bondage, humiliation yes ? ``

I asked.

'' Yes, what do you want ? '' she asked.

'' roach, gags that sorting of thing ? '' I suggested.

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you wish to make an appointment ? ``

'' Sure do, care do you do Hotels or anything ? '' I replied.

'' No, you can come here, '' she countered.

'' When can I come, like the sooner the practiced ? '' I asked.

'' Half an minute, beside the endorsement hand bookstore by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my vox, '' Half an hour is a bit close how about half past times eight ? ``

'' Yes is dear, an hr ? '' she said, `` Is One L pounds. ``

'' Half past eight ! '' I agreed.

I switched the phone off, `` Sounds like her, '' I agreed, `` She just sends me money. '' I thought a moment, `` So why do n't you line up her ? ``

'' Because you do n't mess with those guys do you ? '' the older one suggested, `` Not when you can do it for us. ``

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll discover her, give me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to hand out your routine ? '' I handed him my business card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a cab to the station, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my taking into custody turned up for a few minutes and right on eight thirty I rang the room access bell in the rotting brown doorway. The spot was Sir Thomas More than seedy, a three floor engine block across from the Greater London bound side of meat of the station.

An apparently prematurely aged adult female answered, `` Ileana, '' I asked.

'' Yeah she 's waiting, '' she said, `` Top floor room three. ``

I climbed the mushy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained nineteen thirties wall newspaper publisher of the stairwell to the top floor, I knocked on the threshold, she opened it, she wore a nurses coat over black stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred fifty pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the door behind me and watched as I took the three fifties from my pocket and handed them to her, and it was only as she smiled that I realised she was n't my Ileana.

'' You 're not Ileana ! '' I protested, I had been so trusted that it would be her in the room but it was n't my Ileana, this young lady 's hairsbreadth was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her breasts larger, not so shapely.

'' So call me something else I do n't mind, '' she replied.

'' No, Ileana, Ileana with the red hair, and. '' I suggested.

'' No, no red heading work here, why ? '' she asked.

'' She 's my wife. '' I said, `` I want her back ! ``

'' Hey do n't get so stressed, why do n't you just sit on the bed and. '' she suggested.

'' No, '' I replied, `` I was incorrectly, hold on the money, I guess you 'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

'' No ! '' she said, `` Do n't go, most of my node are shall we say, not in their quality, so ? ``

'' setback job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so a good deal fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to let on back gallus and a pitch blackness half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would choose ? '' she said and pushed three finger of her pull up stakes mitt into her vagina, `` kitty ? ``

'' No ! '' I insisted but I had to conform my rapidly swelling bulge.

She took my hired hand, `` number ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hands now working to take out my belt, slip my glowering grey trousers and underpants down and free my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self control evaporated, and I climbed on top of her and slid into her slippery wetness.

I closed my oculus, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really give care, ok she was a woman of the street but she was still a cleaning woman and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't quit me trying to give her a real one but oh she was goodness, working her pussy muscle trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the work, I just had a bit of a think about how to track down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get frustrated I decided to teach her a little lesson.

'' Are you going to cum for me ? '' I asked.

'' Grow up ! '' she hissed, so I ground my hip into hers `` Ouch that hurt block off it ! '' she whispered.

'' So bar trying to make me cum. '' I whispered back.

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggy panache or anything ? ``

'' Why are you getting sore ? '' I asked.

'' Yes ! '' she said.

'' Ok, '' I agreed and I pulled out. and she rolled over pulled a pillow under her ego and looked round at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slid right in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeeze and it was too late, `` You bitch ! '' I complained, but I was cumming and cumming, `` Ohhhhhh my god ! ``

'' You see, '' she turned and grinned at me, `` I 'm the best ! ``

I was absolutely drained, it was only a twenty-five percent of an minute since I walked in.

'' Shall I see you again ? '' she asked as she handed me the bin for the used condom.

Not in a million eld, I thought, but I said, `` Well maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

'' Do you bear a exposure, '' she asked.

I grabbed my billfold and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're life-threatening, you 're really looking for your wife ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' I have honesty never seen her, '' she insisted, `` Sorry ! ``

I went home.

I waited for the inevitable call from my Asian ally, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the sr. one who asked.

'' Sure, ten thousand was it, '' I asked.

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

'' Because Ileana said it was six. '' I insisted.

'' Interest, '' he replied.

'' Are you sure ? '' I asked again.

'' Sure, ten grand. '' he said.

'' Ileana will pay eight, '' I offered.

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

'' cash, but I need something to evince her that I paid you. '' I suggested

'' Sure, you deal over the cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of paper. ``

'' You sign. I go to the cash point. '' I explained.

'' Sure, eight, practiced than null, '' he agreed.

'' How about we meet in McDonalds at XII thirty tomorrow ? '' I suggested, `` The one by the station ? ``

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the station carrying eight thousand pound sign in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and fries I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of cash for a piece of paper which he signed, `` Paid in full £ 8000 ! ``

'' Maybe when the divorce comes through we can do concern again ? '' I suggested, but they just slipped away wordlessly.

I wondered how to incur Ileana but the immigration people saved me the hassle, and she rang me.

'' Mr fisherman, I need your assist ! '' she admitted.

'' Where 's the ease of my money ? '' I asked.

'' You too will go to prison, '' she warned, `` The immigration want to see us, ''

'' Fine, where ? '' I asked.

'' They send to the address, they find we are not there, '' she babbled.

'' So where do they require to see us ? '' I enquired.

'' My star sign, will you come, convey things so they think you live here delight ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the speech, '' we exchanged email addresses and arranged to fit future day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a voguish flat, two bedrooms big living room, walking distance from Uni.

I took a subject with some of my things, actually it was a honorable way to free up quad in my bedsit

'' This is only for the confidence '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any funny ideas ! ``

'' I think we need to talk, '' I told her, `` A little topic of my money. ``

'' I do n't have it, '' she whined, `` My business sector is not well, I have not the money. ``

'' What business organisation ? '' I asked.

'' Art, Antiques, Russian Art, that sort of thing. '' she said.

'' A little bird told me you were a tart ? '' I probed, I did n't expect the slap across my face.

I staggered back in surprisal but then I grabbed her wrist joint, `` It 's not on-key then ? ``

She shook her head, `` Ok, I was desperate, '' she said, `` Just a few times, I have to eat. ``

'' You fucking stupid gripe, '' I told her, `` Why the hell did n't you come to me ? ``

'' You ca n't help ! '' she replied.

'' I paid the eight grand you owed for the wedding ! '' I informed her.

'' No ! '' she replied, `` But I am hiding from them. ''

'' Well, how often do you charge Ileana, fifty pounds ? '' I asked.

'' Do n't be so cruel ! '' she exclaimed.

'' Did you always use a condom, every unmarried prison term ? '' I asked seriously.

'' Yes, of path, '' she agreed.

'' Be reliable, '' I said, `` No Sir Thomas More lies. ``

'' If you stop pretending about having money. '' she insisted.

'' Because you can riposte me in the carrier bag, fifty pounds a time, Ok ? ``

'' Oh no, no way, '' she protested

'' Why not, you sleep with anyone else ? '' I asked.

'' You pig ! '' she squealed.

'' No, you 're the pig, wallowing in filth sleeping with any man with a few Irish pound, where 's your self respect ! '' I asked.

'' In Russia ! '' she snarled.

'' I was doing all right until I marry you, '' she said, `` I buy sell, then they want too often money so there is only the one way. ``

'' Ileana, I have money, but I need you, your business as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was rid with Indian corn Flakes ! ``

'' No I suppose not. '' she agreed.

'' So how much do you owe ? '' I asked.

'' Ten thousand, I have paid some, but still ten thousand. '' she admitted.

'' I already paid the money for the nuptials, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have sole right to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must have stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really kind Daniel but I need wishes and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a kiss.

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the passementerie off the interior of the passenger 's door and extracted a wad of notes from the bum of the door below the window key and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of notes at her,

She just stared, stared in mental rejection, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the the true all of the meter ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you love me that much ? ''

'' I suppose I do, '' I admitted,

She smiled, I did n't waste the minute, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her metrical foot and carried her to the bedroom, her pinko blouse tore off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short albumen skirt and pitch blackness G-string off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making sure as shooting she knew she was mine.

'' My you 're so virtuoso ! '' she gasped, as I struggled with my bash, `` Hey let me. '' she suggested, `` It 's ok, calm down ! ``

I somehow struggled out of my pant, kicked my shoes off, and had my shirt over my head before she collapsed in helpless laughter, this was n't in the plan.

'' Book of Daniel slow down, micturate love life to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

'' Ok, are you saying I do n't have to result ? '' I asked.

'' No you do n't have to leave, '' she said, `` You are my married man after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful beloved making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could drive inscrutable inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her leg round me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an orgasm just before someone rang the door bell.

wellspring I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the noise continued I felt I had to serve. I pulled my trouser on and answered the room access bare chested and scanty foot. A fresh faced girl not much older than me wearing touchstone council police officer uniform of boring Twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana pekan ? '' she asked.

'' Do I look like an Ileana ? '' I asked, `` Ileana it 's for you. '' I shouted.

'' And you are ? '' she asked clutching her clip board.

'' Dan, Book of Daniel Fisher, Ileana 's husband. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

'' in-migration, '' she said, `` We were told you had separated, '' she explained.

'' Oh yes, well its rude to hail to the doorway entwined, '' I replied. She took a consequence for what I said to sink in.

'' Yes we were fucking, '' I explained, `` Those noises like a pig demise, her orgasm ok. ''

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

'' You want a threesome ? '' I asked, and she thought it over for a second.

'' bettor not ! '' she said, almost sadly,"I have to find out, we had selective information that you had separated."

"No, we just moved, is that a trouble ?"I asked.

"Er no,"the woman agreed,"No, no problem at all, sorry to disturb you."

Ilena stood behind me,"Goodbye,"she said theatrically,"Come back to bed Daniel !"

Well I didn't need asking twice !