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 drinking too much or even drinking the untimely mark of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my grade at the local University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three month in infirmary, and the fiscal office was getting really bad, I was behind on the snag for the bedsit in the planetary house I shared with four former lads, you can only economise so a lot on food for thought without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the edifice 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 break in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a softened explosion, and I froze, what the the pits had I done. I kept ticker, as I looked down I saw mass in balaclava leave in a hurry, the place had been robbed, and yet naught happened, no alert, no police, nada. I went down and saw a room access forced in a second floor office and a safe, the threshold blown capable, with Cash, security measures and Au Bars strewn across the floor, testimonial to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the alarm system, ring the constabulary, 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 assoil no one was coming, of course I had turned the warning signal off, when I came in, I was wearing galosh glove and remembering office 42 on the top and fourth storey was evacuate I quickly unlocked it and stood on a professorship removed a ceiling gore and glut money and security measure into the vacancy above, then I took the two gold bars 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 alarm, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the threshold where it had been forced open and after raising a drainage cover and dropping the gold down it I went cycle to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly rang the office to say I had finished.

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

They took a assertion from me and eventually they caught the criminal who admitted everything, and after a few hebdomad over a few night the securities found their way to my room in my jab, under the closet, and the cash two hundred and fifty thousand..

Keeping a Low visibility, do you understand why I needed to observe a low profile.

Keeping a Low profile, I spent a lot of sentence at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to keep the cleaning job but I was suffering, my course workplace dropped off, the worry, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a watcher, my regular dry pint at the bookman unification started to become four and I was warned for being lately at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my digs, the guy were always trying to sell knock off gear, but I could just loosen up, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a student, a youngish white English guy, some Asian guy wire took an involvement in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

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

'' news program traveling, but yeah. `` I agreed.

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

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

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

They sorted some details, I was told to severalize the University that I lived at her flavorless now, the university needed to possess the information in font in-migration checked, it was directly forward enough, and the five hundred hammering advance took care of the economic 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 marriage was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stint limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best wooing 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 flaming red hairsbreadth flowed around her articulatio humeri her neck was consummate, aristocratical even she had lentigo around her nose, her teeth were the whitest most perfect tense imaginable and her tit were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in lovemaking and began to wish I had actually worn my good courting instead of the twenty yr out of date ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a fresh shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so cold so clinical, she made my line frost. `` We marry Saturday, you have learned facts about me, ''

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

'' Unless immigration sniff turn '' said Kevin the older blacken guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a total buttocks I caught the bus to town in my well courting with a suitcase and stood at the registry construction waiting for my future married woman, she arrived in a hurt tailored business enterprise courting, she gave me a Gustavus Franklin Swift osculation on the brass, and we tried to search like we were in beloved for the Registrar not a vast job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the stretch Limo where system were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow first light, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must pass the night together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a incubus then we booked into a belittled Hotel where we ate dinner in almost accomplished secrecy and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably belated hour.

We had room service send up a light supper, and champagne, and she announced her purpose of going to bed, and as she turned to string up up her jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous wander neck and her flame red hair swinging, those, svelte, nicely wrought bosom, but her expression was again cold, hard, severe, but the soft lighting softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for former cleaning lady. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three days old 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 White ankle joint 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 shady ideas you sleep on trading 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 motive to be so unmannerly. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covering fire back and slipping in beside her she put down her book of account, `` Sleep on storey, '' 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 bonk to you, '' I put my weaponry round her cupping her breasts to hoist her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of clout and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly minuscule and affright.



My bathrobe had become displaced loose down the social movement and my manhood was now very aware of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to tending, 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 question 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 show 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 last had a woman and my humanity 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 pecker emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the front end 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 crotch 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 digit and pushing it at my mouth, `` come up on lick '' she said, `` You gay boy like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her digit absent mindedly `` Its not too bad for side, so you eat other men 's seminal fluid 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 person, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` reckon ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing vertical straining brassiere and nighttime 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 curved shape, and she disappeared to the privy 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 sheet of paper over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sort of drowse and felt exploring finger's breadth, my bathrobe 's belt the firstly target then my chest which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My finger loosed the burl on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the girdle of her panties and for her bra and carefully checked her white meat and belly for blemishes before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the sail, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no elbow grease to hold out, so I eased her leg apart, eased the soaking petal of her labia apart with my digit and gently eased my straining manhood into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two tell the great unwashed making one being, perhaps creating another being form our lovemaking, I sensed she was near the minute of button of her privileged tensity that orgasm was nigh 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 raise up her as she lay in the center 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 satiny warm and wet Russian slit descended on it, And I paid a return sojourn to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` honorable Morning Mrs Martes pennanti, '' I greeted her.

'' in effect morn my husband. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may kiss the St. Bride you know. ''

'' Yes my dearest, '' I joked as I greeted her, `` Do you like being Mrs fisher cat ''

'' 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 nitty-gritty. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my heart, '' she agreed, `` My straits 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 ingest to wait. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am desperate. ``

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

'' Ten Thousand for loanword and I have to find take right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a reputation for being copious and no money ? '' I probed as the absurdness 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 intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` Look Dan, Mr fisher, the fairy tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful illusion is over, I never intended for us to cause the sex but you must please present the Sojourner Truth. ''

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

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

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

'' Go family Mr Book of Daniel Fisher, I wish it was unlike but it is not '' she explained

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

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

'' Ok, a workweek, I 'll give way you a week, but keep in contact Ok. ''

Then she paid the visor and we set off for home separately, it turned out she never went back to the computer address we gave, it was there all right but a Somali family operated it as an fitting address, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a disc to me with the wedding scene on it.

news of my wedding had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like stain suddenly revised their opinions as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my full-bodied wife.

I got a car, a very skillful Mercedes sofa bed with the power hood, silver, two years old 48 000 miles of path I had to rent a lock up service department for it and keep a low visibility about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

I expected person to describe us to the immigration authorities, but nonentity did, but it was the Asian guys that arranged the matrimony who came looking for me. They found me at the campus subroutine library, they waited until I came out.

'' You really are a spell of shit ! '' I was told.

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

'' Your womanhood owes us, '' the immature one said.

'' How a great deal ? '' I asked.

'' Ten Thou and the eternal rest. '' he said.

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

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

'' bastard, 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 bookman loan ! '' the untested one asserted.

'' Yeah right, '' he said, and he handed me a circuit board from a telephone set box.

My center sank, but I pulled my mobile from my air hole, dialled the number and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you wish to clear an designation ? ``

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

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

'' When can I come, like the Sooner the improve ? '' I asked.

'' Half an time of day, beside the second mitt bookstore by the post, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my part, '' Half an minute is a bit tight how about half yesteryear eight ? ``

'' Yes is good, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty Syrian pound. ``

'' 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 recover her ? ``

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

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

I took a taxi to the station, and saw the bookstall as we passed by. I walked around with my collar turned up for a few minutes and right on eight 30 I rang the door toll in the rotting embrown door. The post was more than seedy, a three storey block across from the Jack London bound incline of the station.

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

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

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

'' One hundred fifty Pound please. '' she greeted me, she closed the door behind me and watched as I took the three fifties from my pouch 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 sure that it would be her in the room but it was n't my Ileana, this lady friend 's hair was auburn, but shone red in the visible radiation, she was shorter, her chest tumid, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red head word piece of work here, why ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to let on back suspender and a blackened half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three finger's breadth of her left hand 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 hands now working to move out my smash, slip my sullen grey trouser and underpants down and free my erection.

She rolled the safety 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 eyes, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really care, ok she was a whore but she was still a adult female and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't stop me trying to give her a unfeigned 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 track down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get defeated I decided to instruct her a small lesson.

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

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

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

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try pooch dash 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 rightfulness in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeeze and it was too latterly, `` 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 stern of an hour 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, `` wellspring maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

'' Do you consume a picture, '' she asked.

I grabbed my wallet and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're sober, 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 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.

'' Interest, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, ten high-flown. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

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

'' You sign. I go to the Johnny Cash point. '' I explained.

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

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

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

'' Maybe when the divorcement 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 difficulty, and she rang me.

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

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

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

'' mulct, 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 come, bring affair so they think you live here delight ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasance ! '' I agreed, `` Just e-mail me the address, '' we exchanged email addresses and arranged to meet next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her situation, it was quite a smart apartment, two bedrooms big living room, walking space from Uni.

I took a case with some of my matter, actually it was a good way to free up space in my bedsit

'' This is only for the authorities '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any shady 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 organization is not ripe, I have not the money. ``

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

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

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea, `` It 's not true then ? ``

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

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

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

'' I paid the eight luxurious you owed for the nuptials ! '' I informed her.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, of row, '' 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 sack, l pounds a clock 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 self respect ! '' 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 good deal 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 exempt with maize eccentric ! ``

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

'' So how lots 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 ceremony, see ? '' I showed her the handwriting scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have sole rightfield to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must stimulate stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really kind Book of the Prophet 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 trim off the inside of the rider 's room access and extracted a wad of bill from the behind of the door below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of bank note at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for naught, you were telling the accuracy all of the time ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you lie with me that much ? ''

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

She smiled, I did n't blow the consequence, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off rattling easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her brusque white bird and total darkness thong off her, she squealed, I was n't concerned in why, only in making certainly she knew she was mine.

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

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

'' Daniel slow down, make passion to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

'' Ok, are you saying I do n't give to forget ? '' I asked.

'' No you do n't have to impart, '' she said, `` You are my hubby 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 tug me away, in fact she locked her ramification round of drinks me so I could n't miss and she wailed in what sounded pretty lots 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 haphazardness continued I felt I had to answer. I pulled my trouser on and answered the room access bare chested and desolate foot. A fresh faced young woman not much 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, Daniel pekan, 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 room access entwined, '' I replied. She took a moment for what I said to sink in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

'' punter not ! '' she said, almost sadly,"I have to go over, we had info that you had separated."

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

"Er no,"the woman agreed,"No, no job 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 !