The problem of keeping a low profile is that you must always continue within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can 1 one out as unusual as can drink too much or even drinking the ill-timed brand name of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it unseasonable,

I was struggling to get my degree at the local University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three month in hospital, and the fiscal place was getting really bad, I was behind on the rip for the bedsit in the theatre I shared with four former gent, you can only conserve so a lot 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 eventide job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alert, locked the door behind me and headed for the ceiling for a bullet pause in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a strangle detonation, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept picket, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a hurry, the position had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no constabulary, goose egg. I went down and saw a threshold forced in a 2d floor office and a rubber, the room access blown give, with Johnny Cash, security system and atomic number 79 ginmill strewn across the floor, testimony to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few spare preeminence, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my trolley, and was worrying what to do next, but as the transactions ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing India rubber gloves and remembering federal agency 42 on the top and fourth floor was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a roof panel and scarf out money and securities 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 readjust the alarm, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the room access where it had been forced spread and after raising a drain cover song and dropping the Au down it I went round of drinks to my early edifice which I cleaned thoroughly resound the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the criminal offense scene, I unlocked the outside room access and turned the warning device off, no one came, then I wrenched the warning device box off the bulwark and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the door and rushing around like a headless volaille until someone came, I saw an aged twain across the road `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old couple called the Police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the law came round eventually. They spotted the disordered alarm, and promptly sent me home.

They took a affirmation from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nights the securities found their way to my way in my slam, under the wardrobe, and the Cash two hundred and l thousand..

Keeping a Low visibility, do you sympathise why I needed to sustain a low profile.

Keeping a Low visibility, I spent a lot of clock time at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to keep open the cleansing job but I was suffering, my course oeuvre dropped off, the headache, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my unconstipated pint at the bookman coupling started to suit four and I was warned for being of late at body of work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my barb, the guy were always trying to trade ping off gear, but I could just relax, among unknown, in namelessness. But my plans misfired, I was not anon., I was a bookman, a youngish white English people guy, some Asian bozo took an interestingness in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

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

'' newsworthiness locomotion, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` Right, how about a chance to realise some grave 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 matter to, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a cock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need individual to get married a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is do-or-die to rest here, you 're not married, '' I shook me head `` Five hundred up forepart Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` honorable man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some details, I was told to narrate the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to possess the information in case in-migration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred British pound sterling advance took care of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the snag, and the extra five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The marriage was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no receipt, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my honorable suit to suffer Ileana for a schmooze, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flame red hairsbreadth flowed around her berm her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had lentigo around her nose, her tooth were the white most perfect conceivable and her bosom were just perfect and her branch, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in love and began to like I had actually worn my honest courting instead of the 20 years out of escort ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a blank shirt.

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

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

'' Unless in-migration sniff round '' said Kevin the former black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a total rear end I caught the bus to town in my unspoilt suit with a suitcase and stood at the registry building waiting for my time to come wife, she arrived in a smart tailored business courtship, she gave me a swift kiss on the boldness, and we tried to wait like we were in love for the Registrar not a huge problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, job over, we headed for the stretch Limo where arrangements were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow sunup, '' 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 in almost discharge silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon suite, at a suitably tardy hour.

We had way armed service send up a light supper, and Champagne-Ardenne, 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 flame red hair swinging, those, slim, nicely shaped breasts, but her expression was again frigid, hard, spartan, but the gentle light softened even this.

I smiled at her as my humanness stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my crotch bulge `` Do n't get ideas '' she ordered, `` This is business only '' but I saw a svelte smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three days 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 Edward D. White ankle joint duration night-dress.

She scowled at me, `` You take a bath, '' she said she simply climbed into the bed and pulled the bedding 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 motivation to be so rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the concealment 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 work I have not done unless I make bang to you, '' I put my coat of arms round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself unblock and raining a bombardment of puncher and smack on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly small and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the nominal head and my manhood was now very aware of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to aid, 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 wrists until she stopped struggling, then I moved my brain 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 point 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 think of when I had last had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great gouts of creamy cum shot out as my prick 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 purpose, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night nightgown from genital organ to rupture and beyond.

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

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

'' Yes '' she said scooping some on a fingerbreadth and pushing it at my oral cavity, `` Come on poke '' she said, `` You gay son like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her finger absent mindedly `` Its not too bad for English, so you eat early men 's come 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, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

'' Interested in Girls, yes, Men no, you '' I paused, `` Definitely ! '' I thought a here and now `` I tried not to but my body disagrees. ''

'' I too have this problem '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her teat, standing erect straining brassiere and night surgical gown, `` We must stay on brisk or our trunk will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive white gown emphasising her bender, 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 plane over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the girdle of her panties and for her bra and carefully checked her breasts and belly for mar before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the sheet of paper, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no attempt to resist, so I eased her legs apart, eased the soaking petal of her labia apart with my finger's breadth and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being forge our beloved, I sensed she was near the moment of sack of her internal tenseness that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her piece, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to trouble her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of diddlysquat and the Beanstalk, with my erect phallus being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth satiny warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a retort visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` Good aurora Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' Good morning time my hubby. '' she locked her leg around me `` You may kiss the St. Brigid you know. ''

'' Yes my erotic 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 warmness. '' 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 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 do-or-die. ``

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

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

'' So in fact you have a reputation for being rich and no money ? '' I probed as the absurdity of the spot sank in.

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

'' Because I have money I should not receive, and. '' I explained but I was getting hard again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, a calendar week, I 'll render you a hebdomad, but stay fresh in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the bill and we set off for plate separately, it turned out she never went back to the savoir-faire we gave, it was there all right but a Somali family operated it as an accommodation name and address, but at least they had forwarded a disc to me with the marriage ceremony pictures on it.

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

I got a car, a very skillful Mercedes convertible with the exponent cap, silver, two years old 48 000 sea mile of course I had to rent a ringlet up garage for it and hold open a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitter with th guys.

I expected individual to report us to the immigration self-assurance, but cipher did, but it was the Asiatic guys that arranged the marriage who came looking for me. They found me at the campus library, they waited until I came out.

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

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

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

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten Thou 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.

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

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

'' Yeah right hand, '' he said, and he handed me a card from a phone box.

My mettle sank, but I pulled my mobile from my sac, dialled the phone number and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you like to make an fitting ? ``

'' trusted do, care do you do Hotels or anything ? '' I replied.

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

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

'' Half an hour, beside the moment hired hand bookstore by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is near, 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 moment, `` So why do n't you find her ? ``

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, gift me a yell, maybe tomorrow, I do n't think 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 taxi to the station, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my leash turned up for a few min and right field on eight thirty I rang the door Vanessa Stephen in the rotting embrown room access. The spot was more than than seedy, a three level block across from the British capital bound incline of the station.

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

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

I climbed the soupy stair, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained xix thirties wall composition of the stairwell to the top floor, I knocked on the doorway, she opened it, she wore a nurses coat over black stockings, and as far as I could see footling else.

'' One hundred fifty pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the doorway 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 hair was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her breasts prominent, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red heads study 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 legal injury, keep 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 customer are shall we say, not in their premier, so ? ``

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to reveal back gallus and a total darkness half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would opt ? '' she said and pushed three finger's breadth of her lead hand into her vagina, `` kitty ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` fall ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hired hand now working to get rid of my belt, err my dark grey trousers and underpants down and detached my erection.

She rolled the safety onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my ego ascendancy evaporated, and I climbed on top of her and slide into her slippery wetness.

I closed my eyes, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that bit I did n't really care, ok she was a harlot but she was still a fair sex and I knew she would fake an sexual climax but that still did n't intercept me trying to give her a echt one but oh she was proficient, working her pussy muscularity 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 cut through down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get frustrated I decided to instruct her a little lesson.

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

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

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

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggie 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 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 60 minutes 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 have a photograph, '' she asked.

I grabbed my pocketbook and showed her the marriage 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 supporter, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the sr. 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 yard. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, you bridge player over the cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of paper. ``

'' You sign. I go to the cash pointedness. '' 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 station carrying eight thousand pounds in Cash and after ordering a Big Mac and Roger Fry I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of cash for a musical composition of paper which he signed, `` Paid in good £ 8000 ! ``

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

I wondered how to find Ileana but the immigration the great unwashed saved me the trouble, and she rang me.

'' Mr fisher cat, 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 computer address, they find we are not there, '' she babbled.

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

'' My star sign, will you issue forth, take things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

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

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a smartness apartment, two bedrooms big living way, walking space from Uni.

I took a case with some of my affair, actually it was a good way to loose up blank in my bedsitter

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

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

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

'' What business ? '' I asked.

'' Art, old geezer, Russian Art, that variety of thing. '' she said.

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

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her wrist, `` It 's not dead on target 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 grand you owed for the nuptials ! '' I informed her.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, of course, '' 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 shift, 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 vulgarism sleeping with any man with a few British pound, where 's your self respect ! '' 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 practically money so there is only the one way. ``

'' Ileana, I have money, but I need you, your business as a blanket. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was justify with edible corn Flakes ! ``

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

'' So how often 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 bridge player scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have resole right wing to know you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must throw stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really sort Book of the Prophet Daniel but I need wishing and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a kiss.

'' delay here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the steps to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the inside of the rider 's door and extracted a wad of annotation from the bottom of the threshold below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of musical note at her,

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

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

She smiled, I did n't waste the minute, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse pluck off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white chick and melanise lash off her, she squealed, I was n't matter to in why, only in making sure she knew she was mine.

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

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

'' Daniel decelerate down, do making love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurriedness. ``

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

'' No you do n't possess to exit, '' 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 wooden leg so I could ride deep inside her, she never tried to press me away, in fact she locked her legs round me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an orgasm just before individual rang the doorway 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 do. I pulled my trousers on and answered the door bare chested and unsheathed foot. A fresh faced girlfriend not much older than me wearing standard council police 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 clip board.

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

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

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

'' Yes we were fucking, '' I explained, `` Those interference like a pig death, her climax 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 ascertain, we had information that you had separated."

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

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

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

fountainhead I didn't need asking twice !