The problem of keeping a low profile is that you must always stay on within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can single one out as unusual as can wassail too much or even drinking the wrong mark of drink. I am afraid I must experience got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my academic degree at the local 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 rent for the bedsitting room in the theatre I shared with four former lads, you can only economize so much on solid 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 threshold behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke fracture in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a damp blowup, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a hurry, the place had been robbed, and yet aught happened, no warning signal, no law, zip. I went down and saw a door forced in a second gear floor office and a safe, the threshold blown undecided, with Cash, securities and Gold Bars strewn across the storey, testimony to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, 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 trolley car, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minutes ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of line I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber gloves and remembering office 42 on the top and quaternary floor was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a electric chair removed a ceiling panel and pig out money and securities into the void above, then I took the two Au saloon to the cap and as a car passed dropped them to the Car Park.. Still no one came. No CCTV.

I went down reset the warning device, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced open and after raising a drainage covering fire and dropping the amber down it I went beat to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly environ the post to say I had finished.

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

They took a affirmation from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nighttime the protection found their way to my room in my digs, under the wardrobe, and the cash two hundred and fifty dollar bill thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you empathize why I needed to keep a low profile.

Keeping a Low visibility, I spent a lot of time at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to keep the cleansing job but I was suffering, my course work dropped off, the vexation, you see the thieves were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my even pint at the educatee jointure started to suit four and I was warned for being late at study, So I changed to having just the one pint at the grape near my pad, the guys were always trying to sell knock off gear, but I could just relax, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a bookman, a youngish White English people guy, some Asian guy wire took an pastime in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No thing, you 're unawares of readies I hear, '' the older one said, tardily 30 maybe, leather jacket you know the type.

'' News traveling, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` right hand, how about a chance to earn some serious dosh, and do us a favour, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Sabbatum,

'' If it 's not tap off or drugs I might be occupy, '' I agreed.

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

They sorted some details, I was told to tell apart the University that I lived at her monotonous now, the university needed to make the information in case in-migration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred lb approach took maintenance of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the special five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding ceremony was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no receipt, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best lawsuit to meet Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely trust it, her fire red pilus flowed around her shoulder joint her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had lentigo around her olfactory organ, her tooth were the white-hot most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfective tense and her branch, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in love and began to wish I had actually worn my safe suit instead of the twenty twelvemonth out of escort ten quid peculiar from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so moth-eaten so clinical, she made my bloodline halt. `` We marry Saturday, you have learned facts about me, ''

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

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

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

Saturday came and feeling a total tush I caught the bus to townsfolk in my sound suit with a suitcase and stood at the register building waiting for my succeeding married woman, she arrived in a wise tailored business concern courting, she gave me a swift kiss on the boldness, and we tried to look like we were in erotic love for the Registrar not a huge problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the reaching limousine where system were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow sunrise, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must spend the dark together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a pocket-sized Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost ended muteness and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably deep hr.

We had elbow room service send up a light supper, and champagne, and she announced her purpose of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her jacket the Inner Light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her flame red fuzz swinging, those, slim, nicely shaped white meat, but her expression was again cold, hard, severe, but the soft lightness 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 tenuous smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for old women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three days elderly 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 tweed ankle length night-dress.

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

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

I showered and thought about the position, Ok I was being paid but she had no pauperization 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 record, `` 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 fuck to you, '' I put my weaponry round her cupping her breasts to thread her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of puncher and slap on me, I sat up and caught her wrist joint, she seemed suddenly small and frightened.



My bathrobe had become sack open down the social movement and my humanness was now very mindful of her law of proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my frock 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 school principal 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 picture 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 affectionate 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 gouts of creamy cum shot out as my cock emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the battlefront of her nightie.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on intent, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night nightdress from crotch to break and beyond.

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

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

'' Yes '' she said scooping some on a finger and pushing it at my mouth, `` Come on biff '' she said, `` You gay boy like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

'' Are you not Bi intimate, '' she asked, `` They promised Homo or at least Bisexual, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this bother '' she admitted, `` bet ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing put up straining brassiere and Nox gown, `` We must stay alert or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive White gown emphasising her bend, and she disappeared to the bath and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall kip now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the sheets over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sorting of drowse and felt exploring digit, my bathrobe 's belt the get-go target then my chest which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the girdle 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 bed 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 feat 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 passion silently, two separate hoi polloi making one being, perhaps creating another being form our love, I sensed she was near the second of sacking of her inner tensions that orgasm was virtually and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her voice, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to upset 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 penis being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth silky warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a return sojourn to the bed entering her as break of day broke, `` Good Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' beneficial morning my hubby. '' she locked her stage around me `` You may snog the Bridget you know. ''

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

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

'' Why ? '' I asked

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

'' Not your warmheartedness. '' I suggested.

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

'' I have a confession, '' she said before breakfast, `` I have not the money I owe you, I shall pull in 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 got to look. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am heroic. ``

'' Any other debts, boyfriends girlfriends, I need to know about ? '' I asked

'' Ten thousand for loan and I have to obtain rent right now. '' she apologised.

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

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

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

She sensed my purpose, `` 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 suffer the sex but you must please face the trueness. ''

'' 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 get money ! ``

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

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

'' But we do n't have it off each early, you know zip about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is unhinged, you must give way me some infinite. ``

'' Ok, a week, I 'll turn over you a week, but keep 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 reference we gave, it was there all right but a Somalian family operated it as an adjustment address, but at least they had forwarded a disc to me with the wedding ceremony ikon on it.

News of my wedding had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like poop suddenly revised their persuasion as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my fat wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes convertible with the tycoon punk, silver, two long time old 48 000 miles of row I had to rent a whorl up garage for it and keep a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

I expected somebody to account us to the immigration sureness, but nonentity did, but it was the Asian guy cable 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 shit ! '' I was told.

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

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

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten Thou 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.

'' Shit, 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 loanword ! '' the young one asserted.

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

My mettle sank, but I pulled my Mobile from my pocket, dialled the act and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

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

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

'' No, you can issue forth here, '' she countered.

'' When can I issue forth, like the Sooner the better ? '' I asked.

'' Half an hour, beside the second hand bookstore by the place, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is in force, an hr ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty pounds. ``

'' Half by 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 find her ? ``

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll obtain her, give me a Call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't speculate you want to deal out your act ? '' I handed him my business enterprise card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a taxi to the station, and saw the bookshop as we passed by. I walked around with my collar turned up for a few minutes and right on eight thirty I rang the threshold bell in the rotting Brown University threshold. The seat was more than seedy, a three level pulley across from the John Griffith Chaney throttle side of the station.

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

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

I climbed the mushy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained 19 1930s wall composition of the stairwell to the top base, I knocked on the room access, she opened it, she wore a nurse coat over black stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred L pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the door behind me and watched as I took the three fifties from my scoop 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 surely that it would be her in the way but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's hairsbreadth was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her white meat heavy, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red straits 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 wrong, keep the money, I guess you 'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so a good deal fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to give away back suspenders and a black half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three finger's breadth of her left paw into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her bridge player now working to take my belt, slip my dark grey trousers and underpants down and free my erection.

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

I closed my eyes, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that present moment I did n't really handle, ok she was a lady of pleasure but she was still a woman and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't stop me trying to give her a genuine one but oh she was serious, working her puss heftiness trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the oeuvre, 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 crucify 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 renal pelvis into hers `` Ouch that hurt stop it ! '' she whispered.

'' So hold on trying to make me cum. '' I whispered back.

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggie 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 self and looked round at me. I scrabbled around behind her and skid right in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeezing 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 secure ! ``

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

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

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

'' Do you sustain a photograph, '' she asked.

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

'' So you 're unplayful, 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 birdsong from my Asian friends, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the senior one who asked.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

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

'' interestingness, '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, you hand over the Cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of theme. ``

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

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

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the post carrying eight thousand pounds in hard currency and after ordering a Big Mac and small fry I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of Johnny Cash for a musical composition 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 oneself Ileana but the immigration people saved me the problem, and she rang me.

'' Mr Fisher, I need your supporter ! '' she admitted.

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

'' You too will go to prison house, '' she warned, `` The in-migration want to see us, ''

'' amercement, where ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' My house, will you get, bring things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasance ! '' I agreed, `` Just netmail me the address, '' we exchanged netmail addresses and arranged to gather next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her station, it was quite a smart apartment, two sleeping room big keep room, walking aloofness from Uni.

I took a suit with some of my things, actually it was a good way to resign up infinite in my bedsitter

'' This is only for the government agency '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any risible thought ! ``

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

'' I do n't take it, '' she whined, `` My line of work is not dear, I have not the money. ``

'' What business ? '' I asked.

'' Art, old-timer, Russian Art, that sort of affair. '' she said.

'' A little bird told me you were a woman of the street ? '' I probed, I did n't expect the smack across my face.

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

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

'' You fucking stupid bitch, '' I told her, `` Why the hell on earth 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 much do you level Ileana, fifty Irish pound ? '' I asked.

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

'' Did you always use a condom, every exclusive meter ? '' I asked seriously.

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

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

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

'' Because you can repay me in the liberation, 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 pounds, where 's your ego esteem ! '' I asked.

'' In Union of Soviet Socialist Republics ! '' she snarled.

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

'' Ileana, I have money, but I need you, your business concern as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was liberal with clavus 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 marriage, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled reception `` So I guess I have exclusive rights to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

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

'' postponement here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the inside of the rider 's door and extracted a wad of notes from the can of the room access below the windowpane winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the pile of notes at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for zilch, you were telling the trueness all of the time ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you get it on 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 feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short whiten bird and pitch-black G-string off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making surely she knew she was mine.

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

I somehow struggled out of my trouser, 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, take a crap love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hastiness. ``

'' Ok, are you saying I do n't stimulate to leave ? '' I asked.

'' No you do n't have got to leave alone, '' 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 leg so I could aim deep inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her ramification 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.

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 trousers on and answered the door bare chested and spare foot. A fresh faced girl not lots older than me wearing standard council officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana black cat ? '' 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 the Prophet 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 come to the threshold entwined, '' I replied. She took a moment for what I said to sink in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

"No, we just moved, is that a job ?"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 !