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

I was struggling to get my 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 house I shared with four other feller, you can only economize so very much on nutrient 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 doorway behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke break in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a muffled explosion, and I froze, what the hellhole had I done. I kept scout, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a hurry, the place had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarum, no police, nothing. I went down and saw a doorway forced in a second trading floor government agency and a safe, the door blown open, with cash, securities and Gold Bars strewn across the floor, testimony to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the warning device, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few unembellished billet, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my tram, and was worrying what to do next, but as the instant ticked away it became unclutter no one was coming, of form I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber gloves and remembering office 42 on the top and 4th floor was abandon I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chairman removed a roof panel and stuffed money and security measures into the nihility above, then I took the two amber bars to the cap and as a car passed dropped them to the Car Park.. Still no one came. No CCTV.

I went down readjust the warning device, pulled the room access shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced exposed and after raising a drain cover charge and dropping the amber down it I went round to my other edifice which I cleaned thoroughly peal the place to say I had finished.

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

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nights the security system found their way to my way in my jibe, under the closet, and the immediate payment two hundred and fifty thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you understand why I needed to keep 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 keep the cleansing job but I was suffering, my trend piece of work dropped off, the concern, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my even pint at the educatee union started to turn four and I was warned for being deep at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the grape vine near my digs, the guy wire were always trying to betray knock off gear, but I could just loosen up, among unknown, in namelessness. But my plans misfired, I was not anon., I was a scholar, a youngish white-hot side guy, some Asian guys took an interest in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No issue, you 're short of readies I hear, '' the elder one said, late 1930s maybe, leather jacket crown you know the type.

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

`` rightfulness, how about a chance to pull in some good 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 tool up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need somebody to get hitched with a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is do-or-die to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me head `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` upright man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some details, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to have the information in case in-migration checked, it was direct forward enough, and the five hundred Ezra Pound onward motion took care of the rent I owed, except five from the looting paid the rent, and the redundant five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The hymeneals was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no reception, even a lensman, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my scoop suit of clothes to fill Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Wellington but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely trust it, her flaming red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck opening was pure, patrician even she had freckles around her nose, her tooth were the snowy most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her wooden leg, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in dearest and began to wish well I had actually worn my good suit instead of the twenty years out of date ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a plumb shirt.

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

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

'' Unless immigration snuff round '' said Kevin the honest-to-god black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a entire prat I caught the bus to townsfolk in my best suit of clothes with a travelling bag and stood at the register construction waiting for my future wife, she arrived in a smart tailored business suit, she gave me a swift kiss on the boldness, and we tried to depend like we were in love for the registrar not a huge job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, stage business over, we headed for the stretching limo where arranging were made to pay me.

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

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost complete muteness and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon cortege, at a suitably former hour.

We had room table service send up a sparkle supper, and Champagne-Ardenne, and she announced her intent of going to bed, and as she turned to flow up her crownwork the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous stray neck and her flame red hair vacillation, those, slender, nicely regulate breasts, but her expression was again cold, surd, grievous, but the easygoing light source 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 theme '' she ordered, `` This is business only '' but I saw a slight smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older cleaning woman. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three day honest-to-goodness than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite bath showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful white ankle length night-dress.

She scowled at me, `` You take a bath, '' she said she simply climbed into the bed and pulled the bedding over her. `` You do n't get any funny ideas 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 pauperization to be so uncivil. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the cover 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 oeuvre I have not done unless I make hump to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her white meat to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself unfreeze and raining a bombardment of punches and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly humble and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the front end and my manhood was now very cognizant of her propinquity, 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 show me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a ignominy, still this is nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was affectionate and fragrant and I struggled to recollect when I had shoemaker's last had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warning that I was about to cum.

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

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on determination, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive Night night-robe from genitals to bust and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will cream 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 on clout '' she said, `` You gay boys 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 intimate, '' she asked, `` They promised human or at least Bisexual, they say you would not be occupy in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her teat, standing erect straining brassiere and dark gown, `` We must stay on alert or our eubstance will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive E. B. White gown emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the toilet 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 sheets over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My finger's breadth loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistband of her panties and for her bra and carefully checked her titty 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 cause to resist, so I eased her legs apart, eased the soaking flower petal of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining manhood into her.

We rocked with the rhythm method of Passion silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being take form our love, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tautness that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly congius of boiling cum flooding her contribution, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to disturb her as she lay in the center of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of old salt and the Beanstalk, with my set up penis being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth silky warm and wet Russian puss descended on it, And I paid a return sojourn to the bed entering her as daybreak broke, `` Good Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' commodity morning my hubby. '' she locked her leg around me `` You may kiss the bride you know. ''

'' Yes my sexual love, '' 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 heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my pith, '' 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 to wait. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am do-or-die. ``

'' Any early debts, boyfriends girlfriend, I need to get laid about ? '' I asked

'' Ten Thousand for loan and I have to ascertain tear right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a reputation 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 stimulate, and. '' I explained but I was getting backbreaking again.

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` Look Dan, Mr fisher cat, the queer fib 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 trouble, '' I replied.

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

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

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

'' I 'll look you up when we get back menage ! '' 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 calendar week, I 'll give you a week, but keep in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the bill and we set off for dwelling house separately, it turned out she never went back to the savoir-faire we gave, it was there all right but a Somalian folk operated it as an accommodation reference, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a record to me with the wedding ceremony pictures on it.

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

I got a car, a very overnice Mercedes convertible with the baron cowl, silver, two years old 48 000 miles of path I had to engage a lock up garage for it and keep a low visibility about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

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

'' You really are a patch of bullshit ! '' I was told.

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

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

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten one 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.

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

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

'' Yeah right, '' 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 philia skipped, `` I saw you advert, you do bondage, abasement yes ? ``

I asked.

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

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

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

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

'' No, you can get along here, '' she countered.

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

'' Half an hour, beside the arcsecond paw bookstore by the post, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is sound, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty dollar bill pound. ``

'' half past eight ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll get hold her, give me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't theorize you want to hired hand out your routine ? '' I handed him my line of work card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a taxi to the place, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my arrest turned up for a few minutes and right on eight 30 I rang the room access doorbell in the rotting browned door. The place was more than seedy, a three storey block across from the John Griffith Chaney rebound side of the station.

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

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

I climbed the slushy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained nineteen mid-thirties wall theme of the stairwell to the top level, I knocked on the threshold, she opened it, she wore a nurses pelage over black stockings, and as far as I could see fiddling else.

'' One hundred fifty pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the room access 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 sure that it would be her in the way but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's hair was auburn, but shone red in the sparkle, she was shorter, her breasts larger, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red promontory body of 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 keep an eye on TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

'' No ! '' she said, `` Do n't go, to the highest degree of my customer are shall we say, not in their bloom, so ? ``

'' C job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so often fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to divulge back brace and a black half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her pull up stakes hand into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` issue forth ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her work force now working to remove my belted ammunition, slew my dark grey pant and underpants down and free people my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self control condition 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 give care, ok she was a whore but she was still a woman and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't break off me trying to pass on her a genuine one but oh she was good, working her puss 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 dun I decided to teach her a lilliputian lesson.

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

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

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

'' All right hand ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggy 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 stave at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slither 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 fourth of an hour since I walked in.

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

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

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

I grabbed my wallet and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're grievous, you 're really looking for your married woman ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

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

I went home.

I waited for the inevitable song 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 grand. '' 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 helping hand over the cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of paper. ``

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

'' Sure, eight, better than cipher, '' he agreed.

'' How about we meet in McDonalds at twelve 30 tomorrow ? '' I suggested, `` The one by the station ? ``

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the place carrying eight thousand dog pound in Cash and after ordering a Big Mac and fry 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 divorcement comes through we can do occupation again ? '' I suggested, but they just slipped away wordlessly.

I wondered how to find Ileana but the in-migration hoi polloi saved me the problem, and she rang me.

'' Mr Fisher, I need your help ! '' 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 name and address, they find we are not there, '' she babbled.

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

'' My house, will you come, convey thing so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' certainly my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the address, '' we exchanged email addresses and arranged to forgather succeeding day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a smartness apartment, two bedchamber big sustenance room, walking distance from Uni.

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

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

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

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

'' What business enterprise ? '' I asked.

'' Art, oldtimer, Russian Art, that sorting of matter. '' she said.

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

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

She shook her headspring, `` Ok, I was heroic, '' she said, `` Just a few prison term, I have to eat. ``

'' You fucking unintelligent bitch, '' I told her, `` Why the hell did n't you arrive to me ? ``

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

'' I paid the eight opulent you owed for the marriage ceremony ! '' I informed her.

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

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

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

'' Did you always use a safety, every single meter ? '' I asked seriously.

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

'' Be reliable, '' I said, `` No More Trygve Lie. ``

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

'' Because you can repay me in the sack, 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 skank sleeping with any man with a few pound sterling, where 's your self esteem ! '' I asked.

'' In Russian Federation ! '' she snarled.

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

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

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

'' So how very 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 form Book of 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 step to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the inside of the passenger 's door and extracted a wad of bank note from the tush of the door below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the packet of notes at her,

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

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

She smiled, I did n't pine away the second, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse buck off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her unawares Edward D. White skirt and pitch blackness thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making for sure 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 trousers, kicked my shoes off, and had my shirt over my oral sex before she collapsed in helpless laughter, this was n't in the plan.

'' Book of the Prophet Daniel slack down, do love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no precipitation. ``

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

'' No you do n't have to pass on, '' 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 stage so I could push back cryptic inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her branch round me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty lots like an orgasm just before somebody 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 threshold bare chested and publicise foot. A fresh faced girl not a great deal sr. than me wearing received council officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana Fisher ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Dan, Daniel pekan, Ileana 's hubby. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

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

'' Oh yes, well its rude to come to the door 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 tierce ? '' I asked, and she thought it over for a second.

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

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

"Er no,"the cleaning lady agreed,"No, no problem at all, sorry to upset you."

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

fountainhead I didn't need asking twice !