The problem of keeping a low visibility is that you must always rest within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can single one out as strange as can drink too a lot or even drinking the wrong blade of drinkable. I am afraid I must let got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my grade at the local anaesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three calendar month in hospital, and the financial situation was getting really bad, I was behind on the split for the bedsitter in the house I shared with four other lads, you can only economise so a great deal 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 doorway behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke respite in this smoking alarmed block, I heard a muted burst, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept lookout man, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a rush, the shoes had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no consternation, no police, naught. I went down and saw a door forced in a second floor office and a safe, the doorway blown receptive, with hard cash, securities and gold stripe strewn across the floor, testimony to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the alarm clock, ring the constabulary, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few save notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my tram, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minutes ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing arctic gloves and remembering office 42 on the top and one-quarter floor was vacuous I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling control board and stuffed money and security measures into the void 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 clock, pulled the room access shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced loose and after raising a drainage cover and dropping the gold down it I went troll to my other construction which I cleaned thoroughly call up the office to say I had finished.

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

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the malefactor who admitted everything, and after a few calendar week over a few night the securities found their way to my way in my digging, 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 a low profile.

Keeping a Low profile, I spent a lot of clip 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 concern, you see the thief were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a attestator, my veritable pint at the Student union started to become four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my pad, the guys were always trying to trade knock off appurtenance, but I could just unbend, among strangers, in namelessness. But my programme misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a scholarly person, a youngish white English guy, some Asian guys took an stake in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No thing, you 're unawares of readies I hear, '' the sometime one said, late thirties maybe, leather crown you know the type.

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

`` Right, how about a chance to earn some dangerous dosh, and do us a favour, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Saturday,

'' 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 desperate to stick here, you 're not married, '' I shook me head `` Five hundred up presence Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` unspoilt man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the totality was.

They sorted some details, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her categorical now, the university needed to feature the information in shell in-migration checked, it was straightaway forward enough, and the five hundred pounding 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 things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately watcher, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best suit of clothes to meet Ileana for a confab, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Wellington boot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flame red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck was stark, aristocratic even she had freckle around her nose, her teeth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her tit were just staring and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in erotic love and began to bid I had actually worn my right cause instead of the 20 years out of date ten quid peculiar from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so frigidness so clinical, she made my stemma freeze. `` We marry Sat, you have learned facts about me, ''

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

'' Unless immigration snuff round of drinks '' said Kevin the sr. disgraceful guy.

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

Sat came and feeling a amount prat I caught the bus to town in my best wooing with a suitcase and stood at the registry construction waiting for my future married woman, she arrived in a hurt tailored business concern suit, she gave me a swift candy kiss on the cheek, and we tried to look like we were in love for the Registrar not a huge problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the stretchability Limo where arrangements 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 incubus then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost complete secretiveness and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our elbow room, hardly a Honeymoon retinue, at a suitably late 60 minutes.

We had way service send up a swooning supper, and champagne, and she announced her intention of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her fire red hair swinging, those, slim, nicely mould breasts, but her expression was again dusty, hard, severe, but the soft lighter softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older woman. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. onetime 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 mortise joint length 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 fishy idea 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 ill-mannered. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covers back and slipping in beside her she put down her leger, `` Sleep on flooring, '' she insisted.

'' But we are not properly married yet until we have sex, '' I countered, `` You will pay me for study I have not done unless I make bed to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a battery of punches and smack on me, I sat up and caught her carpus, she seemed suddenly belittled and scare.



My bathrobe had become give the axe open down the front and my manhood was now very cognizant of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my attire as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her wrist until she stopped struggling, then I moved my head teacher 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 evince me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a disgrace, still this is overnice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was tender and fragrant and I struggled to recall when I had last had a char and my manhood strained and I felt the word of advice that I was about to cum.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes '' she said scooping some on a finger's breadth and pushing it at my sass, `` do on lick '' she said, `` You gay boy 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 seeded player, '' 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 girlfriend, yes, Men no, you '' I paused, `` Definitely ! '' I thought a present moment `` I tried not to but my consistence disagrees. ''

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her tit, standing erect straining brassiere and Night gown, `` We must remain alert or our consistency will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive Andrew Dickson White gown emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall log Z's now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the piece of paper over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistband of her panties and for her bra and carefully checked her breasts and belly for defect before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the flat solid, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no travail to reject, so I eased her pegleg apart, eased the soaking petals of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm method of birth control of Passion of Christ silently, two discriminate citizenry making one being, perhaps creating another being form our sexual love, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tensions that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly gal of boiling cum flooding her parts, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to interrupt her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of diddley and the Beanstalk, with my raise penis being the beanstalk and woke as a quiet silky warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a return sojourn to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` Good morning time Mrs fisher cat, '' I greeted her.

'' Good morning my married man. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may kiss the bride you know. ''

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

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

'' Why ? '' I asked

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

'' Not your heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my kernel, '' she agreed, `` My capitulum 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 dire. ``

'' Any early debts, boyfriends girl, I need to bonk about ? '' I asked

'' Ten Thousand for loan and I have to find 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 birth, and. '' I explained but I was getting surd again.

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` facial expression Dan, Mr Fisher, the fairy taradiddle ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to stimulate the sex but you must delight front the truth. ''

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

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

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

'' Go home Mr Daniel black cat, I wish it was unlike but it is not '' she explained

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

'' But we do n't do it each other, you know naught about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must have me some space. ``

'' Ok, a workweek, I 'll turn over you a week, but hold open in touch Ok. ''

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

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

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes convertible with the magnate strong-armer, silver, two long time old 48 000 miles of track I had to charter 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 authorities, but nobody did, but it was the Asiatic cat that arranged the married couple who came looking for me. They found me at the campus depository library, they waited until I came out.

'' You really are a piece of bull ! '' I was told.

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

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

'' How often ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Yeah, as far as beating-reed instrument 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 bookman loanword ! '' the younger one asserted.

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

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

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

I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Half an hour, beside the 2d deal bookstore by the place, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is good, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One L pounds. ``

'' Half past tense 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 encounter her ? ``

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll encounter her, afford me a cry, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to deal out your number ? '' I handed him my business card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a cab to the station, and saw the bookstall as we passed by. I walked around with my dog collar turned up for a few mo and right on eight 30 I rang the threshold bell in the rotting brown door. The place was Thomas More than seedy, a three level blockage across from the John Griffith Chaney stick to slope of the station.

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

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

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

'' One hundred fifty pound sterling 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 sure that it would be her in the room but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's pilus was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her white meat turgid, not so shapely.

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

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

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

'' She 's my married woman. '' 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, preserve the money, I guess you 'd rather watch out 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 ? ``

'' setback job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to give away back brace and a smutty half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her left hand into her vagina, `` snatch ? ``

'' 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 helping hand now working to hit my belt, slip one's mind my dark grey pant and underpants down and absolve my erection.

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

I closed my eyes, 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 woman and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't stop me trying to give her a echt one but oh she was good, working her slit muscles trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the study, I just had a bit of a think about how to cross down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get frustrated I decided to teach her a piffling lesson.

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

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

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

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try pooch way 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 rung at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slid right in.

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

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

I was absolutely drained, it was only a one-fourth of an minute since I walked in.

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

Not in a million years, I thought, but I said, `` well 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 unplayful, 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 birdsong from my Asian friends, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the old 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 fantastic. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, you hand over the cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of newspaper publisher. ``

'' You sign. I go to the cash full stop. '' 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 station ? ``

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

'' Maybe when the divorce comes through we can do patronage 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 help ! '' she admitted.

'' Where 's the relaxation 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 house, will you come, bring affair so they think you live here delight ? '' she asked.

'' for certain my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the destination, '' we exchanged electronic mail addresses and arranged to meet future day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her lieu, it was quite a smart flat, two chamber big aliveness way, walking length from Uni.

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

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

'' I think we need to lecture, '' I told her, `` A fiddling affair of my money. ``

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

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

'' A piddling bird told me you were a prostitute ? '' 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 reliable then ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, of line, '' she agreed.

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

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

'' Because you can come back me in the pocket, 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 self respectfulness ! '' I asked.

'' In Russia ! '' she snarled.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I already paid the money for the wedding, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have lone right field to eff you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

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

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trimming off the inside of the rider 's doorway and extracted a wad of notes from the backside 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 promissory note at her,

She just stared, stared in incredulity, `` 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 here and now, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her understructure and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off actual easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white skirt and Joseph Black flip-flop off her, she squealed, I was n't concern in why, only in making 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 down ! ``

I somehow struggled out of my pant, 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 decelerate down, make lovemaking to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no rushing. ``

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

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

It was hardly beautiful love fashioning, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could drive deep inside her, she never tried to press me away, in fact she locked her legs round me so I could n't hightail it and she wailed in what sounded pretty lots like an orgasm just before mortal rang the room access bell.

wellspring I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the racket continued I felt I had to suffice. I pulled my trousers on and answered the door bare chested and strip metrical foot. A fresh faced girl not much sure-enough than me wearing received council ship's 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 snip board.

'' Dan, Book of the Prophet Daniel fisher cat, Ileana 's husband. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

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

'' Oh yes, well its rude to come up to the door entwined, '' I replied. She took a mo 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.

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

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

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

Ilena stood behind me,"goodbye,"she said theatrically,"Come back to bed Book of Daniel !"

fountainhead I didn't need asking twice !