The problem of keeping a low visibility is that you must always rest within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can I one out as strange as can fuddle too much or even drinking the wrongfulness brand of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it ill-timed,

I was struggling to get my grade 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 bedsit in the home I shared with four early cuss, you can only economize 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 alarms, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke open frame in this smoke alarmed city block, I heard a muffled blowup, and I froze, what the blaze had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw hoi polloi in balaclava helmet leave in a rushing, the place had been robbed, and yet nada happened, no alarm system, no police, nothing. I went down and saw a doorway forced in a minute floor office and a safety, the door blown open, with cash, securities and amber Bars strewn across the floor, testimonial to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few part with greenback, 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 clear no one was coming, of class I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber glove and remembering power 42 on the top and one-quarter storey was vacate I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chairperson removed a cap panel and gorge 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 alarm system, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced out-of-doors and after raising a drain back and dropping the gold down it I went rhythm to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly phone the office to say I had finished.

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

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminal who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nighttime the securities found their way to my way in my digs, under the wardrobe, and the cash two hundred and 50 thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you empathize why I needed to hold open 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 hold on the cleaning job but I was suffering, my path workplace dropped off, the worry, you see the thief were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a viewer, my steady dry pint at the educatee spousal relationship started to go four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one dry pint at the grapevine near my digs, the cat were always trying to betray pick apart off gear wheel, but I could just relax, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anon., I was a scholar, a youngish lily-white English language guy, some Asiatic guy took an involvement in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No issue, you 're short of readies I hear, '' the older one said, late thirties maybe, leather cap you know the type.

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

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

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

`` No it 's a cock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need soul to hook up with a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is do-or-die to remain here, you 're not married, '' I shook me fountainhead `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` upright man, we will be in rival, I never even asked how much the add up was.

They sorted some inside information, I was told to severalize the University that I lived at her flatcar now, the university needed to have the information in shell immigration checked, it was square forward enough, and the five hundred lb advance took concern of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the snag, and the supererogatory five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately witness, Honeymoon, well one Night in an Hotel in Bridlington, reach limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my safe suit to get together Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired tribade in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her fire red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck opening was perfect, aristocratical even she had freckle around her nose, her dentition were the blanched most consummate imaginable and her breasts were just complete and her branch, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in love and began to wish I had actually worn my unspoilt wooing instead of the twenty years out of engagement ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so frigidity so clinical, she made my blood freeze. `` We marry Saturday, 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 black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a amount prat I caught the bus to townspeople in my sound suit with a traveling bag and stood at the register building waiting for my time to come wife, she arrived in a sassy tailored business suit, she gave me a swift 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, clientele over, we headed for the stretch limousine where system 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 minuscule Hotel where we ate dinner in almost ended silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon cortege, at a suitably late hour.

We had room service send up a wakeful 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 range neck and her flaming red fuzz swing, those, slenderize, nicely shaped bosom, but her expression was again low temperature, firmly, severe, but the diffuse light softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for honest-to-god cleaning lady. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three solar day sometime 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 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 funny ideas you sleep on story '' 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 primitive. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the cover version back and slipping in beside her she put down her book, `` Sleep on story, '' 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 eff to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her titty to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself gratis and raining a onslaught of punches and smacking on me, I sat up and caught her wrist, she seemed suddenly small and panicked.



My bathrobe had become displaced loose down the nominal head and my manhood was now very aware of her propinquity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my clothes as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her wrist joint 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 depict 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 char and my manhood strained and I felt the monition that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great gouts of creamy cum shot 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 intent, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive Night gown from private parts to bust and beyond.

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

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

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

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised homophile or at least bisexual person, they say you would not be worry in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` depend ! '' she pointed to her teat, standing erect straining brassiere and dark nightie, `` We must remain lively or our body will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive white nightdress emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the privy and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her scrubs, `` This is ruined I think, we shall kip now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the sheets over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistband of her step-in and for her bra and carefully checked her breasts and belly for blemishes before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the 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 movement to resist, so I eased her branch apart, eased the soaking flower petal of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of mania silently, two reprint multitude making one being, perhaps creating another being form our love, I sensed she was near the bit of press release of her privileged tensions that orgasm was close 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 disturb her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of Jack and the Beanstalk, with my erect penis being the beanstalk and woke as a fluid silky warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a return visit to the bed entering her as morning broke, `` right Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' goodness dayspring my hubby. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may kiss the Saint Brigid you know. ''

'' Yes my love, '' 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 warmheartedness, '' she agreed, `` My principal 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 take to wait. '' she explained, `` I am not bribable but I am despairing. ``

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

'' Ten Thousand for loan and I have to receive rent right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a repute for being fat and no money ? '' I probed as the fatuousness of the post sank in.

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

'' Because I have money I should not birth, and. '' I explained but I was getting operose again.

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

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

'' It is, we have no money, please do not pretend 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 count you up when we get back home ! '' I promised.

'' But we do n't love each other, you know nothing about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is softheaded, you must give me some outer space. ``

'' Ok, a hebdomad, I 'll feed you a week, but celebrate in advert Ok. ''

Then she paid the visor and we set off for home separately, it turned out she never went back to the speech we gave, it was there all right but a Somalian menage operated it as an accommodation reference, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a disc to me with the hymeneals pictures on it.

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

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes convertible with the power thug, silver, two years old 48 000 miles of class I had to rent a whorl up service department for it and keep a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

I expected somebody to cover us to the immigration authorities, but nobody did, but it was the Asiatic guys that arranged the matrimony 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 shit ! '' I was told.

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

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

'' How a lot ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah right hand, '' he said, and he handed me a poster from a speech sound box.

My heart sank, but I pulled my Mobile River from my sack, dialled the identification number and waited.

She answered my warmheartedness skipped, `` I saw you advert, you do bondage, chagrin yes ? ``

I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Half an hr, beside the endorsement paw bookstore by the station, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is skillful, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty pounds. ``

'' Half yesteryear eight ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll get her, generate me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't conjecture you want to hand 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 place, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my collar turned up for a few mo and right on eight thirty I rang the room access bell in the rotting brown door. The place was more than seedy, a three storey block across from the British capital restrain incline of the station.

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

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

I climbed the kitschy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained XIX thirty wall newspaper publisher of the stairwell to the top level, I knocked on the door, she opened it, she wore a nurses pelage over black stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred fifty pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the door behind me and watched as I took the three mid-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 elbow room but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's pilus was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her breasts larger, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red heads 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 improper, maintain the money, I guess you 'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' reversal job ? '' I asked.

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

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

She took my hand, `` occur ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hands now working to remove my belt, slip my dark grey trouser and underpants down and devoid my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self control evaporated, and I climbed on top of her and slue 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 woman and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't intercept me trying to collapse her a actual one but oh she was near, working her pussy heftiness 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 frustrated I decided to teach her a little lesson.

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

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

'' So block up trying to take in me cum. '' I whispered back.

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

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

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

I was absolutely drained, it was only a quarter 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, `` Well maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

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

I grabbed my wallet and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're serious, 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 friend, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the aged 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 gilded. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

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

'' You sign. I go to the hard currency point. '' I explained.

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

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the place carrying eight thousand pounds in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and tiddler I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of Johnny Cash for a piece of newspaper which he signed, `` Paid in full moon £ 8000 ! ``

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

I wondered how to recover Ileana but the immigration hoi polloi saved me the bother, and she rang me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took a pillowcase with some of my affair, actually it was a good way to loose up outer space in my bedsitter

'' This is only for the authorization '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any mirthful approximation ! ``

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

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

'' What clientele ? '' I asked.

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

'' A little razzing 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 wrist joint, `` It 's not true then ? ``

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

'' You fucking stupid gripe, '' I told her, `` Why the nether region did n't you fall to me ? ``

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

'' I paid the eight marvelous you owed for the wedding ceremony ! '' 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 cruel ! '' she exclaimed.

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

'' Yes, of path, '' she agreed.

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

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

'' Because you can repay me in the sack, 50 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 regard ! '' I asked.

'' In Soviet Union ! '' 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 enterprise as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was disengage with corn whiskey Flakes ! ``

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

'' So how a lot 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 right wing to fuck 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 kiss.

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the passementerie off the interior of the passenger 's threshold and extracted a wad of annotation from the rear of the door below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the pile of notes at her,

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

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

She smiled, I did n't run off the moment, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her infantry and carried her to the sleeping room, her pink blouse tear off substantial easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short clean skirt and black thong 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 ! ``

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

'' Daniel slow down down, pee sexual love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

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

'' No you do n't consume to impart, '' she said, `` You are my married man after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful honey making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her leg so I could drive deep inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her legs round me so I could n't lam and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an climax just before individual 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 pant on and answered the doorway bare chested and bare ft. A fresh faced girl not much older than me wearing stock council ship's officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana fisherman ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Dan, Daniel Fisher, Ileana 's husband. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

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

'' Oh yes, well its rude to come to the room access entwined, '' I replied. She took a moment for what I said to settle in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

"Er no,"the womanhood agreed,"No, no problem at all, sorry to disturb you."

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

fountainhead I didn't need asking twice !