The problem of keeping a low visibility is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can bingle one out as unusual as can drinking too very much or even drinking the wrong brand of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my degree at the topical anaesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my bike and had three months in hospital, and the financial situation was getting really bad, I was behind on the split for the bedsit in the house I shared with four other lads, you can only economise so often 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 alarms, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke recess in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a muffled blowup, and I froze, what the inferno had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclava helmet leave in a hurry, the place had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no police, nothing. I went down and saw a door forced in a second storey office and a safe, the door blown open, with cash, certificate and Gold streak strewn across the flooring, testimony to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the warning signal, ring the law, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few spare notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my trolley, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minutes ticked away it became exonerate no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber gloves and remembering business office 42 on the top and fourth floor was empty-bellied I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chairwoman removed a ceiling panel and shove money and security into the nothingness above, then I took the two atomic number 79 ginmill 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 consternation, pulled the threshold shut unlocking and relocking the threshold where it had been forced unresolved and after raising a drain covert and dropping the amber down it I went round to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly skirt the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the offense vista, I unlocked the outside doorway and turned the warning signal off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm system box off the rampart and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the threshold and rushing around like a headless chicken until someone came, I saw an older duad across the road `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old pair called the police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the law came round eventually. They spotted the go against alarm, and promptly sent me home.

They took a financial statement from me and eventually they caught the outlaw who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nights the certificate found their way to my elbow room in my jibe, under the wardrobe, and the cash two hundred and fifty dollar bill thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you understand why I needed to keep on 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 course piece of work dropped off, the worry, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a watcher, my veritable dry pint at the Student wedlock started to go four and I was warned for being late at employment, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my pad, the guys were always trying to sell knock off gear, but I could just relax, among stranger, in namelessness. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a scholarly person, a youngish white side guy, some Asian guy took an interest in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No matter, you 're forgetful of readies I hear, '' the onetime one said, late thirties maybe, leather jacket you know the type.

'' word travels, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` Right, how about a chance to earn some serious dosh, and do us a favor, '' he suggested as I sipped my dry pint one Sat,

'' If it 's not knock off or drugs I might be concerned, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a pecker up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need someone to marry a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me head `` Five hundred up breast Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` Good man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some contingent, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to have got the info in case immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred quid advancement took care of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the excess five was spends for me, and matter were looking distinctly promising.

The marriage ceremony was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limousine, no receipt, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my beneficial suit to play Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Hessian boot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flame red pilus flowed around her shoulders her neck was sodding, patrician even she had freckles around her nose, her dentition were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just staring and her pegleg, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in love and began to like I had actually worn my in force suit instead of the XX years out of particular date ten quid peculiar 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 freeze. `` We marry Saturday, you have learned facts about me, ''

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

'' Unless immigration sniff round '' said Kevin the older black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a tote up prat I caught the bus to townsfolk in my best suit with a suitcase and stood at the register edifice waiting for my future wife, she arrived in a smart tailored patronage cause, she gave me a blue-belly kiss on the cheek, and we tried to calculate like we were in love for the registrar not a huge job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business sector over, we headed for the stretch limo where arrangements were made to pay me.

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

The journeying to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost complete quiet and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon rooms, at a suitably late hour.

We had room help send up a light supper, and champagne, and she announced her intent of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her jacket the get down caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous assert cervix and her flame red hair swinging, those, slim, nicely shaped tit, but her expression was again coldness, hard, severe, but the soft light softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older womanhood. '' 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 bathroom showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful bloodless ankle joint distance 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 suspicious estimation you sleep on floor '' she ordered.

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

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

'' But we are not properly married yet until we have sex, '' I countered, `` You will pay me for workplace I have not done unless I make have sex to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her titty to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself resign and raining a barrage of poke and smack on me, I sat up and caught her carpus, she seemed suddenly diminished and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the figurehead and my humanity was now very aware of her propinquity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my apparel as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her radiocarpal joint until she stopped struggling, then I moved my head 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 render me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a disgrace, still this is nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was lovesome and fragrant and I struggled to call back when I had last had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great urarthritis of creamy cum slam out as my puppet emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the presence of her nightdress.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on purpose, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night gown from genitals to raid 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, `` Come on lick '' she said, `` You gay male child like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised Homo or at to the lowest degree Bisexual, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` look ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing erect straining brassiere and Nox gown, `` We must remain alert or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive white night-robe emphasising her breaking ball, and she disappeared to the lav and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall sleep now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the canvas over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I form of dozed and felt exploring fingers, my bathrobe 's belt the first target then my chest of drawers which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the sash of her panty and for her bra and carefully checked her breasts 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 effort to resist, so I eased her legs apart, eased the soaking petals of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining manhood into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of cacoethes silently, two separate mass making one being, perhaps creating another being make our honey, I sensed she was near the instant of spillage of her inner latent hostility 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 disturb 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 set up member being the beanstalk and woke as a liquid silky warm and wet Russian pussy descended on it, And I paid a return visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` Good Morning Mrs fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' Good cockcrow my hubby. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may buss 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 physical structure tells me you are the one for me '' she explained.

'' Not your heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my bosom, '' she agreed, `` My header 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 girlfriends, I need to have it away about ? '' I asked

'' Ten Thousand for loan and I have to happen rent right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a repute for being rich 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 induce, and. '' I explained but I was getting hard again.

She sensed my aim, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` look Dan, Mr pekan, the faery tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to have 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 feign that you do. ``

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

'' Go home Mr Book of Daniel Martes pennanti, 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 get it on each other, you know zilch about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must make me some distance. ``

'' Ok, a week, I 'll commit you a week, but keep in spot Ok. ''

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

News of my marriage had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like dirt suddenly revised their opinions as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my rich wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes sofa bed with the power strong-armer, silver, two days old 48 000 Admiralty mile of course of study I had to hire a lock up garage for it and keep a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitting room with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the immigration federal agency, but cipher did, but it was the Asian cat 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 piece of asshole ! '' I was told.

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

'' Your charwoman owes us, '' the vernal one said.

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten thousand 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.

'' crap, 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 student loan ! '' the unseasoned one asserted.

'' Yeah right, '' he said, and he handed me a poster from a sound box.

My heart sank, but I pulled my Mobile River from my pocket, dialled the numeral and waited.

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

I asked.

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

'' Ropes, gags that sort of thing ? '' I suggested.

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

'' sure do, like do you do Hotels or anything ? '' I replied.

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

'' When can I hail, like the Oklahoman the ameliorate ? '' I asked.

'' Half an hour, beside the bit bridge player bookstore by the station, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is good, an time of day ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty dollar bill 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 obtain 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 determine her, give me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't reckon you want to hand out your figure ? '' I handed him my business card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a hack to the place, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my catch turned up for a few minutes and right on eight thirty I rang the door bell in the rotting embrown threshold. The topographic point was more than seedy, a three story block across from the capital of the United Kingdom indentured side of the station.

An apparently prematurely elderly char answered, `` Ileana, '' I asked.

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

I climbed the mushy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained nineteen 1930s wall newspaper publisher of the stairwell to the top floor, I knocked on the door, she opened it, she wore a nurses coat over Negro stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred fifty Cypriot pound 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 for sure that it would be her in the room but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's whisker was auburn, but shone red in the brightness level, she was shorter, her breasts great, not so shapely.

'' So address me something else I do n't bear in mind, '' she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' she said, `` Do n't go, almost of my client are shall we say, not in their prime, so ? ``

'' C job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so very much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to discover back suspenders and a Shirley Temple Black one-half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her odd hand into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my handwriting, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hired man now working to bump off my belt, slip my colored grayness pant and underpants down and free my erection.

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

I closed my optic, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that second I did n't really care, ok she was a whore but she was still a womanhood and I knew she would manipulate an orgasm but that still did n't bar me trying to give her a literal one but oh she was good, working her puss brawniness 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 chase 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 pelvis into hers `` Ouch that hurt stop it ! '' she whispered.

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

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggy expressive style 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 wing in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeezing and it was too deep, `` 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 quarter of an time of day 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 years, I thought, but I said, `` fountainhead maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

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

I grabbed my pocketbook and showed her the marriage ceremony photo.

'' So you 're serious, 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 Asiatic friends, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the older one who asked.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

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

'' sake, '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

'' John Cash, but I need something to usher her that I paid you. '' I suggested

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

'' You sign. I go to the hard cash item. '' I explained.

'' Sure, eight, better than nothing, '' he agreed.

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the station carrying eight thousand British pound in John 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 business again ? '' I suggested, but they just slipped away wordlessly.

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

'' Mr Martes pennanti, I need your avail ! '' she admitted.

'' Where 's the rest 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 need to see us ? '' I enquired.

'' My household, will you hail, bring thing so they think you live here delight ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the address, '' we exchanged email destination and arranged to conform to next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a sassy flat, two bedrooms big sustenance way, walking distance from Uni.

I took a cause with some of my affair, actually it was a expert way to free up blank space in my bedsit

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

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

'' I do n't have it, '' she whined, `` My concern is not good, I have not the money. ``

'' What business ? '' I asked.

'' Art, old geezer, Russian Art, that sorting of thing. '' she said.

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

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her wrist joint, `` It 's not straight then ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Well, how much do you shoot Ileana, fifty pounds ? '' I asked.

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

'' Did you always use a condom, every single time ? '' I asked seriously.

'' Yes, of course, '' she agreed.

'' Be fair, '' I said, `` No more lies. ``

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

'' Because you can rejoin me in the sack, fifty pounds a metre, 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 lbf., where 's your ego esteem ! '' I asked.

'' In Russia ! '' she snarled.

'' I was doing all right until I marry you, '' she said, `` I buy sell, then they want too lots 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 relinquish with corn whisky 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 wedding, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have sole rights to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must have stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really variety 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 inside of the passenger 's door and extracted a wad of greenback from the bottom of the door below the window key and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the big bucks of bank bill at her,

She just stared, stared in mental rejection, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the truth all of the time ? '' 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 moment, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her substructure and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse pull off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white wench and black lash off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making certain she knew she was mine.

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

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

'' Book of the Prophet Daniel slow down, make love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

'' Ok, are you saying I do n't suffer to allow for ? '' I asked.

'' No you do n't sustain to leave, '' she said, `` You are my husband after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful love making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could drive deep inside her, she never tried to campaign me away, in fact she locked her legs circle 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.

Well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the noise continued I felt I had to answer. I pulled my trouser on and answered the door bare chested and desolate substructure. A saucy faced young woman not much elderly than me wearing touchstone council policeman uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana Fisher ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

'' Immigration, '' she said, `` We were told you had separated, '' she explained.

'' Oh yes, well its rude to issue forth to the door entwined, '' I replied. She took a consequence for what I said to pass in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

'' Better not ! '' she said, almost sadly,"I have to hold in, we had information that you had separated."

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

"Er no,"the char agreed,"No, no job at all, sorry to disturb you."

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !