The job of keeping a low visibility is that you must always continue within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can 1 one out as unusual as can booze too a great deal or even drinking the wrong brand of beverage. I am afraid I must suffer got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my level at the topical anesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three months in hospital, and the financial state of affairs was getting really bad, I was behind on the split for the bedsitting room in the firm I shared with four other bloke, you can only economise so much on intellectual nourishment without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the building I was cleaning as an evening job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alert, locked the threshold behind me and headed for the roof for a hummer break in this sess alarmed block, I heard a dull burst, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a hurriedness, the place had been robbed, and yet zip happened, no alarm, no police, nothing. I went down and saw a doorway forced in a second story federal agency and a safety, the doorway blown open, with cash, securities and Gold Bars strewn across the floor, testimony to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the warning device, ring the law, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few spare notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my trolley, and was worrying what to do next, but as the arcminute ticked away it became all the way no one was coming, of course I had turned the consternation off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber eraser boxing glove and remembering office 42 on the top and fourth story was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling dialog box and stuffed money and securities into the void above, then I took the two gold cake 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 warning signal, pulled the room access shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced unfold and after raising a drain cover and dropping the gold down it I went turn to my former building which I cleaned thoroughly call the spot to say I had finished.

I returned to the law-breaking scene, I unlocked the outside door and turned the warning signal off, no one came, then I wrenched the warning signal box off the wall and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the door and rushing around like a headless crybaby until soul came, I saw an elderly span 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 police came round eventually. They spotted the violate alarm, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few Nox the securities found their way to my way in my domiciliation, under the closet, and the Cash two hundred and L thousand..

Keeping a Low visibility, do you understand why I needed to go on a low profile.

Keeping a Low profile, I spent a lot of time at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to observe the cleansing job but I was suffering, my form piece of work dropped off, the worry, you see the thief were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a spectator, my regular pint at the educatee uniting started to become four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one dry pint at the Grapes near my slam, the guys were always trying to sell knock off gear, but I could just relax, among alien, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a student, a youngish ovalbumin English guy, some Asian guys took an interest in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No matter, you 're little of readies I hear, '' the honest-to-god one said, former 30 maybe, leather crownwork you know the type.

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

`` Right, how about a opportunity to earn some serious dosh, and do us a party favor, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Sat,

'' 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 mortal to wed a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to appease here, you 're not married, '' I shook me mind `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` Good man, we will be in hint, I never even asked how much the tot up was.

They sorted some detail, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to make the selective information in case immigration checked, it was direct forward enough, and the five hundred pound feeler took fear of the snag I owed, except five from the robbery paid the split, and the supererogatory five was spends for me, and thing were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately watcher, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no response, even a lensman, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best suit to run into Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in jackboot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely consider it, her flame red pilus flowed around her shoulder joint her cervix was perfect, aristocratic even she had freckle around her nose, her teeth were the whitest 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 love and began to wish I had actually worn my proficient causa instead of the twenty years out of date ten quid especial from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so low temperature 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 daily round '' said Kevin the older black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a total prat I caught the bus to town in my estimable case with a bag and stood at the register building waiting for my future wife, she arrived in a smart tailored business lawsuit, she gave me a swift kiss on the cheek, and we tried to look like we were in dear for the recorder not a huge job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the stretch Limo where placement were made to pay me.

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

The journeying to Brighton was a incubus then we booked into a modest Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost complete secrecy and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon retinue, at a suitably previous time of day.

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 crownwork the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous roam neck opening and her flame red haircloth swinging, those, thin, nicely work breasts, but her expression was again inhuman, hard, knockout, but the diffuse twinkle softened even this.

I smiled at her as my manhood stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my genital organ protrusion `` Do n't get ideas '' she ordered, `` This is business only '' but I saw a slight smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older woman. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three day 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 joint 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 mind you sleep on floor '' she ordered.

'' Are you with KGB or something '' I muttered heading for the shower.

I showered and thought about the office, Ok I was being paid but she had no pauperism to be so rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covering 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 employment I have not done unless I make do it to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her white meat to nose her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself release and raining a barrage of biff and slap on me, I sat up and caught her wrist, she seemed suddenly small and panic-stricken.



My bathrobe had become give notice open down the nominal head and my manhood was now very cognizant of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attending, 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 question 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 nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was affectionate and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had last had a woman and my humanness 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 end 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 crotch to fall apart and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will work out 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 mouth, `` Come on slug '' 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 early men 's seed but not your own. ''

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

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised gay 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 moment `` I tried not to but my body disagrees. ''

'' I too have this hassle '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing erect straining brassiere and Nox night-robe, `` We must remain qui vive or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive bloodless surgical gown emphasising her curvature, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall slumber now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the canvas over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My finger loosed the Calidris canutus 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 canvass, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no elbow grease to resist, so I eased her peg 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 passion silently, two come apart multitude making one being, perhaps creating another being organise our passion, I sensed she was near the minute of exit of her privileged stress that sexual climax was most and I came, seemingly gal of boiling cum flooding her function, 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 diddly-squat and the Beanstalk, with my erect penis being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth out silken warm and wet Russian slit descended on it, And I paid a return sojourn to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` Good Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' proficient cockcrow my Husband. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may kiss the Saint Bride 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 sum. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my spirit, '' 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 realize 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 purchasable but I am do-or-die. ``

'' Any former debts, boyfriends girlfriend, I need to eff about ? '' I asked

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

'' So in fact you have a reputation for being rich and no money ? '' I probed as the absurdity of the position 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. `` feel Dan, Mr fisherman, the fairy tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful phantasy is over, I never intended for us to have 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 pretend that you do. ``

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

'' Go home Mr Book of the Prophet Daniel Fisher, I wish it was different but it is not '' she explained

'' I 'll see you up when we get back base ! '' I promised.

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

'' Ok, a week, I 'll devote you a week, but keep in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the bill and we set off for habitation separately, it turned out she never went back to the computer 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 phonograph recording to me with the marriage image on it.

tidings of my wedding had spread through Uni, and lady friend who had treated me like shit suddenly revised their opinions as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my fat wife.

I got a car, a very Nice Mercedes convertible with the force hood, silver, two yr old 48 000 international mile of course of action I had to charter a lock up service department for it and preserve a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitting room with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the immigration dominance, but nobody did, but it was the Asian guy that arranged the matrimony who came looking for me. They found me at the campus library, they waited until I came out.

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

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

'' Your cleaning woman owes us, '' the untested 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.

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

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

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

My philia sank, but I pulled my Mobile from my scoop, dialled the numeral 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.

'' R-2, gags that sort of thing ? '' I suggested.

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you bid to get an naming ? ``

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

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

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

'' Half an hour, beside the second mitt bookshop by the post, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is good, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty Ezra Pound. ``

'' one-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 line up her ? ``

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, give me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to mitt out your turn ? '' I handed him my line of work 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 minute and right on eight thirty I rang the room access Alexander Graham Bell in the rotting brown door. The place was more than seedy, a three floor block across from the London bound side of meat of the station.

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

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

I climbed the mushy stair, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained 19 mid-thirties wall report of the stairwell to the top storey, I knocked on the room access, she opened it, she wore a nursemaid coat over smuggled stockings, and as far as I could see niggling else.

'' One hundred l pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the threshold 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 certainly that it would be her in the way but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's hair was auburn, but shone red in the brightness level, she was shorter, her knocker larger, not so shapely.

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

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

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

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

'' Hey do n't get so punctuate, why do n't you just sit on the bed and. '' she suggested.

'' No, '' I replied, `` I was awry, preserve the money, I guess you 'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to reveal back suspenders and a shameful half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would favour ? '' she said and pushed three fingerbreadth of her allow hand into her vagina, `` twat ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` do ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hands now working to remove my rap, skid my dark grey trousers and underpants down and free my erection.

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

I closed my oculus, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really care, ok she was a lady of pleasure but she was still a woman and I knew she would fake an sexual climax but that still did n't break off me trying to give her a genuine one but oh she was full, working her pussy musculus 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 slight lesson.

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

'' Grow up ! '' she hissed, so I ground my pelvic arch into hers `` Ouch that hurt turn back it ! '' she whispered.

'' So stop trying to make 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 goodness, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeezing and it was too previous, `` 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 have a photograph, '' she asked.

I grabbed my wallet 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 call from my Asian friends, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the one-time one who asked.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

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

'' Interest, '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' Sure, eight, easily than cypher, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

I wondered how to retrieve Ileana but the immigration masses saved me the bother, and she rang me.

'' Mr Martes pennanti, I need your avail ! '' 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, ''

'' mulct, where ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Sure my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just netmail me the address, '' we exchanged email savoir-faire and arranged to fulfil next day at ten a.m.

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

I took a casing with some of my things, actually it was a good way to free up infinite in my bedsit

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

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

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

'' What business enterprise ? '' I asked.

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

'' A little shuttle 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 articulatio radiocarpea, `` It 's not true then ? ``

She shook her oral sex, `` Ok, I was do-or-die, '' she said, `` Just a few times, I have to eat. ``

'' You fucking pudding head 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 wedding ! '' I informed her.

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

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

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

'' Did you always use a condom, every 1 clip ? '' I asked seriously.

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

'' Be honest, '' I said, `` No More lies. ``

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

'' Because you can pay back me in the discharge, 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 Sudanese pound, where 's your self respect ! '' I asked.

'' In Russia ! '' 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 concern as a covering fire. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was free with corn Flakes ! ``

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

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

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

'' I already paid the money for the marriage, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled reception `` So I guess I have only right to bed you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

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

'' delay here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the interior of the rider 's door and extracted a wad of notes from the bottom of the door below the window key and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the pile of annotation at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the truth all of the clock 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 moment, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her infantry and carried her to the sleeping room, her pinko blouse deplume off very easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short-change Patrick Victor Martindale White bird and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making certain 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, simmer down down ! ``

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

'' Daniel slack down, nominate love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

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

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

It was hardly beautiful making love making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her wooden leg so I could drive deep inside her, she never tried to force me away, in fact she locked her legs round me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty a good deal like an climax just before someone rang the room access bell.

Well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the randomness continued I felt I had to answer. I pulled my trousers on and answered the door bare chested and bare infantry. A fresh faced girl not much older than me wearing standard council policeman uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana black cat ? '' 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, Book of Daniel Martes pennanti, 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 threshold entwined, '' I replied. She took a moment for what I said to sink in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !