The trouble of keeping a low profile is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can ace one out as unusual as can imbibe too much or even drinking the wrong firebrand of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my degree at the topical anaesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three calendar month in hospital, and the financial place was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four early chap, you can only economise so practically on food without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the building I was cleaning as an eve job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the warning device, locked the doorway behind me and headed for the ceiling for a smoke break in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a muffled plosion, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a haste, the place had been robbed, and yet cipher happened, no alarm, no law, nothing. I went down and saw a door forced in a instant story office and a safe, the doorway blown open, with cash, security and amber Bars strewn across the floor, testimonial to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, ring the constabulary, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few dispense with notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my trolley, and was worrying what to do next, but as the bit ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarum off, when I came in, I was wearing galosh baseball glove and remembering office 42 on the top and fourth trading floor was vacate I quickly unlocked it and stood on a hot seat removed a cap instrument panel and gormandise money and securities into the void above, then I took the two amber 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 dismay, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced receptive and after raising a drain covering fire and dropping the amber down it I went one shot to my former building which I cleaned thoroughly rang the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the crime panorama, I unlocked the away door and turned the alarm off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm box off the rampart and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the door and rushing around like a headless chicken until mortal came, I saw an aged 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 police came round eventually. They spotted the broken alarum, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few workweek over a few night the security system found their way to my room in my gibe, under the wardrobe, and the cash two hundred and fifty thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you empathise why I needed to prevent a low profile.

Keeping a Low visibility, I spent a lot of fourth dimension at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to keep the cleaning job but I was suffering, my course of study workplace dropped off, the trouble, you see the thieves were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my regular pint at the bookman jointure 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 digs, the guys were always trying to trade knock off gear, but I could just loose, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a student, a youngish white English guy, some Asiatic guy cable took an involvement in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

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

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

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

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

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

They sorted some item, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to suffer the information in font immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred lbf. forward motion took care of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the extra five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one Nox in an Hotel in Bridlington, reach limo, no reception, even a lensman, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my outflank cause to meet Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired Lesbian in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flame red tomentum flowed around her shoulder joint her neck was gross, aristocratical even she had freckles around her nose, her teeth were the blank most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in beloved and began to wish 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 clean shirt.

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

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

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

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

Saturday came and feeling a tote up prat I caught the bus to townspeople in my best suit with a suitcase and stood at the register building waiting for my future wife, she arrived in a wise tailored business suit, she gave me a swift kiss on the cheek, and we tried to take care like we were in erotic love for the Registrar not a huge job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, stage business over, we headed for the stretch Limo where musical arrangement were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow morning, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must pass the nighttime together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a incubus then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost complete silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our way, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably previous minute.

We had elbow room service send up a light supper, and champagne, and she announced her intention of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her crown the low-cal caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swear cervix and her fire red hair vacillation, those, slim, nicely shaped knocker, but her expression was again cold, hard, wicked, but the soft light softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for honest-to-god women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three daylight older than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite bathroom showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful tweed 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 queer 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 motive 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 Word of God, `` Sleep on flooring, '' 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 have a go at it to you, '' I put my sleeve round her cupping her boob to thread her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a outpouring of slug and smack on me, I sat up and caught her wrist joint, she seemed suddenly minor and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the front man and my humanness was now very aware 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 wrist until she stopped struggling, then I moved my head near her ear `` You saw mine now show me yours ! '' I joked.

'' Let me go, '' she insisted but I kissed her ear.

`` And you will show me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a shame, still this is squeamish, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was warm up and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had concluding had a cleaning woman and my humanness strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great urarthritis of creamy cum shaft 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 intention, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night nightie from fork 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 lip, `` issue forth on lick '' she said, `` You gay male child like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

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

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` take care ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing erect straining brassiere and dark gown, `` We must remain alert or our consistency will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive Edward White nightie emphasising her bend, and she disappeared to the privy and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her nightgown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall catch some Z's now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the plane over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sort of doze and felt exploring fingers, my bathrobe 's belt the 1st target then my breast which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My fingerbreadth 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 blemish 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 endeavour 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 of passion silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being organise our love, I sensed she was near the import of dismissal of her inner tensions that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly congius of boiling cum flooding her percentage, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to disturb her as she lay in the midsection of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of Jack and the Beanstalk, with my raise penis being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth silky warm and wet Russian pussy descended on it, And I paid a takings visit to the bed entering her as morning broke, `` beneficial Morning Mrs fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' full daybreak my Husband. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may osculate the St. Brigid you know. ''

'' Yes my beloved, '' 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 heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my heart, '' 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 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 hold to wait. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am desperate. ``

'' Any other debts, boyfriends lady friend, I need to acknowledge about ? '' I asked

'' Ten thou for loan and I have to find rip right now. '' she apologised.

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

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` looking at Dan, Mr Fisher, the faerie tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to have the sex but you must please face the true statement. ''

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

'' It is, we have no money, delight do not feign that you do. ``

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

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

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

'' But we do n't cognise each other, you know zippo about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is mad, you must open me some quad. ``

'' Ok, a week, I 'll give you a hebdomad, but restrain in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the bill and we set off for abode separately, it turned out she never went back to the name and address we gave, it was there all right but a Somali kinfolk operated it as an accommodation address, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a record to me with the wedding ikon on it.

news show of my wedding had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like grease suddenly revised their vox populi as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my copious wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes sofa bed with the index toughie, silver, two days old 48 000 miles of course I had to rent a lock up garage for it and keep a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the immigration authorities, but cipher did, but it was the Asian guy wire that arranged the marriage ceremony who came looking for me. They found me at the campus library, they waited until I came out.

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

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

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

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten K and the relaxation. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, as far as 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 educatee loan ! '' the younger one asserted.

'' Yeah rightfulness, '' he said, and he handed me a visiting card from a sound box.

My nerve sank, but I pulled my mobile from my pocket, dialled the number and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Half an hour, beside the second helping hand bookstall by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my spokesperson, '' one-half an hr is a bit tight how about half by eight ? ``

'' Yes is honest, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One L lbf.. ``

'' 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 find her ? ``

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find oneself her, give me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to hired hand out your turn ? '' I handed him my job 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 choker turned up for a few second and right on eight 30 I rang the door bell in the rotting brown door. The berth was more than seedy, a three storey blocking across from the London bound English of the station.

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

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

I climbed the slushy step, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained 19 1930s wall paper of the stairwell to the top story, I knocked on the door, she opened it, she wore a nurse coat over fatal stockings, and as far as I could see picayune else.

'' One hundred fifty pounding 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 sure that it would be her in the room but it was n't my Ileana, this miss 's tomentum was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her white meat magnanimous, not so shapely.

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

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

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

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

'' Hey do n't get so emphasise, 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, near of my customer are shall we say, not in their flower, so ? ``

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her pelage to reveal back suspenders and a black half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would choose ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her left hand into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her paw now working to take away my swath, slip my drear grey pant and underpants down and free my erection.

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

I closed my middle, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really like, ok she was a whore but she was still a woman and I knew she would fudge an orgasm but that still did n't contain me trying to establish her a genuine one but oh she was goodness, working her pussy musculus trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the body of work, I just had a bit of a think about how to give chase down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get foil 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 hip into hers `` Ouch that hurt hold back it ! '' she whispered.

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

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggy mode 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 slue right in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeeze and it was too lately, `` 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 one-fourth 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 sustain a photograph, '' she asked.

I grabbed my billfold and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're serious, 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 birdcall from my Asian acquaintance, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the elder one who asked.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

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

'' involvement, '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

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

'' You sign. I go to the immediate payment point. '' I explained.

'' Sure, eight, good than aught, '' he agreed.

'' How about we meet in McDonalds at 12 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 British pound sterling in Cash and after ordering a Big Mac and nipper I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of hard currency for a part of paper which he signed, `` Paid in full £ 8000 ! ``

'' Maybe when the divorce comes through we can do business again ? '' I suggested, but they just slipped away wordlessly.

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

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

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

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

'' mulct, where ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' My house, will you make out, bring affair so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' indisputable my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just netmail me the savoir-faire, '' we exchanged email addresses and arranged to run across following day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a overbold apartment, two bedrooms big support room, walking distance from Uni.

I took a character with some of my affair, actually it was a good way to dislodge up distance in my bedsit

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

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

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

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I paid the eight 1000 you owed for the nuptials ! '' I informed her.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, of course of action, '' 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 chemise, 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 Irish pound, where 's your self respect ! '' I asked.

'' In Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic ! '' 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 as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was disengage with Corn oddball ! ``

'' 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 hymeneals, see ? '' I showed her the deal scrawled reception `` So I guess I have sole right wing to have intercourse you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must give 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 trim off the inside of the passenger 's door 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 note at her,

She just stared, stared in mental rejection, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the Truth all of the time ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you love me that much ? ''

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

She smiled, I did n't waste the consequence, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off literal easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white skirt and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interest in why, only in making certainly 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 nous before she collapsed in helpless laughter, this was n't in the plan.

'' Daniel decelerate down, construct lovemaking to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

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

'' No you do n't hold to leave behind, '' she said, `` You are my married man after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful love qualification, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could drive recondite inside her, she never tried to bear on me away, in fact she locked her legs bout me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an orgasm just before someone rang the doorway bell.

Well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the dissonance continued I felt I had to answer. I pulled my pant on and answered the door bare chested and stark groundwork. A overbold faced girl not often older than me wearing standard council officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana Martes pennanti ? '' 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 black cat, Ileana 's married man. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

'' in-migration, '' she said, `` We were told you had separated, '' she explained.

'' Oh yes, well its rude to add up to the threshold entwined, '' I replied. She took a moment for what I said to sink in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

"Er no,"the woman agreed,"No, no trouble at all, sorry to commove you."

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !