The problem of keeping a low visibility is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can I one out as unusual as can drinking too much or even drinking the wrong trade name of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it incorrect,

I was struggling to get my degree at the local University, I had to re do a class when I crashed my motorcycle and had three month in hospital, and the fiscal billet was getting really bad, I was behind on the snag for the bedsitter in the home I shared with four former cuss, you can only economize so very much on food without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the construction I was cleaning as an evening job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alert, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke break of serve in this smoke alarmed blocking, I heard a muffled detonation, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw citizenry in balaclavas leave in a precipitation, the plaza had been robbed, and yet aught happened, no warning signal, no law, zip. I went down and saw a door forced in a second gear level spot and a safe, the doorway blown open, with cash, certificate and Au BAR strewn across the storey, testimonial to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, ring the law, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few supernumerary promissory note, 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 grade I had turned the dismay off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber mitt and remembering office 42 on the top and fourth flooring was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling panel and stuffed money and securities into the emptiness above, then I took the two amber bars to the ceiling 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 room access shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced open and after raising a drainpipe back and dropping the amber down it I went beat to my early construction which I cleaned thoroughly environ the office to say I had finished.

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

They took a command from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few workweek over a few nights the surety found their way to my way in my digs, under the press, and the Johnny Cash two hundred and L thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you understand why I needed to keep a low profile.

Keeping a Low profile, I spent a lot of time at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to restrain the cleaning job but I was suffering, my track work dropped off, the worry, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my regular pint at the Student union started to turn 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 hombre were always trying to sell criticize off gear, but I could just unwind, among strangers, in namelessness. But my program misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a educatee, a youngish ashen English guy, some Asian guys took an interest group in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No thing, you 're short of readies I hear, '' the older one said, tardy 30 maybe, leather crownwork you know the type.

'' News change of location, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` right, how about a chance to earn some serious dosh, and do us a 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 someone to get married a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me fountainhead `` Five hundred up front line Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` Good man, we will be in touching, I never even asked how much the sum was.

They sorted some item, I was told to narrate the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to have the information in fount immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound advance took attention of the rent I owed, except five from the looting paid the snag, and the special five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding party was all planned immaculately witness, Honeymoon, well one nighttime in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my proficient suit to meet Ileana for a Old World chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in jackboot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flame red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had lentigo around her olfactory organ, her teeth were the clean most perfect conceivable and her knocker were just perfect and her branch, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in honey and began to wish I had actually worn my good courting instead of the twenty dollar bill long time out of date ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a uninfected 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 immigration sniff round '' said Kevin the older fateful guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a total tail end I caught the bus to townsfolk in my scoop suit with a bag and stood at the registry edifice waiting for my future wife, she arrived in a smart tailored occupation suit, she gave me a Dean 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, business over, we headed for the stretch Limo where arrangements were made to pay me.

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

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost complete silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our way, hardly a Honeymoon entourage, at a suitably previous hour.

We had room service send up a light supper, and champagne, and she announced her aim of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her jacket the illuminate caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous cast neck opening and her flaming red tomentum swinging, those, reduce, nicely forge breasts, but her grammatical construction was again cold, tough, life-threatening, but the cushy light softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three day old than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite bathroom showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful white mortise joint length night-dress.

She scowled at me, `` You take a bathing tub, '' 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 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 need to be so primitive. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the back back and slipping in beside her she put down her book, `` Sleep on flooring, '' 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 love to you, '' I put my limb round her cupping her boob to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself absolve and raining a barrage of punches and smacking on me, I sat up and caught her carpus, she seemed suddenly small and fright.



My bathrobe had become displaced assailable down the front and my humanness was now very mindful of her proximity, 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 wrists until she stopped struggling, then I moved my top dog 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 decent, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was warm and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had hold up had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warning that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great urarthritis of creamy cum shot out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the strawman of her nightdress.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on use, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night gown from genital organ to bust 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 finger and pushing it at my mouth, `` follow on clout '' she said, `` You gay boys like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

'' Are you not Bi intimate, '' she asked, `` They promised Homo or at least bisexual, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

'' Interested in little girl, 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 trouble '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing erect straining brassiere and nighttime gown, `` We must remain alert or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive tweed gown emphasising her curve, and she disappeared to the john and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall sleep now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the canvass over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistband of her scanty and for her bra and carefully checked her breast and belly for defect 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 effort to balk, so I eased her branch apart, eased the soaking petals of her labia apart with my digit and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of cacoethes silently, two assort citizenry making one being, perhaps creating another being form our love life, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tensions that coming was nigh and I came, seemingly congius of boiling cum flooding her function, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to stir up her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of jak and the Beanstalk, with my vertical penis being the beanstalk and woke as a shine silky warm and wet Russian slit descended on it, And I paid a retort visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` Good Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' proficient first light my Husband. '' she locked her wooden leg around me `` You may kiss the Bride you know. ''

'' Yes my dear, '' 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 pass says run away. ``

'' I have a confession, '' she said before breakfast, `` I have not the money I owe you, I shall gain it but for now it is not there. ''

'' And the men who set this up ? '' I asked.

'' I owe them two thousand too, they will have to wait. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am dire. ``

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

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

'' So in fact you have a repute for being copious and no money ? '' I probed as the fatuity of the place sank in.

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

'' Because I have money I should not cause, and. '' I explained but I was getting grueling again.

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` flavor Dan, Mr Martes pennanti, the fairy fib ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to deliver 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 affect that you do. ``

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

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

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

'' But we do n't know each former, you know zero about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must give me some space. ``

'' Ok, a hebdomad, I 'll hand you a week, but retain in relate Ok. ''

Then she paid the nib and we set off for home plate separately, it turned out she never went back to the address we gave, it was there all right but a Somalian kin operated it as an accommodation address, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a magnetic disc to me with the marriage ceremony 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 plentiful wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes convertible with the king bonnet, silver, two years old 48 000 mi of grade I had to lease a lock chamber up garage for it and save a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitter with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the immigration self-confidence, but nobody did, but it was the Asian guy wire that arranged the wedding who came looking for me. They found me at the campus program 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 younger one said.

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten Thou and the remainder. '' he said.

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

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

'' Yeah rightfield, '' he said, and he handed me a lineup from a headphone box.

My eye sank, but I pulled my mobile from my sack, dialled the numeral and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Half an hr, beside the second hand bookstore by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my voice, '' half an hour is a bit plastered how about half past times eight ? ``

'' Yes is good, an minute ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty dollar bill hammer. ``

'' Half past eight ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, consecrate me a song, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to hired hand out your number ? '' I handed him my stage 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 dog collar turned up for a few minute and right on eight thirty I rang the door bell in the rotting brown door. The place was more than seedy, a three level block across from the London bound side of the station.

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

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

I climbed the mushy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained nineteen thirties wall theme of the stairwell to the top storey, I knocked on the door, she opened it, she wore a nurses coating over black stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred fifty Egyptian pound please. '' she greeted me, she closed the threshold 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 young lady 's hair was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her breasts large, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red heads employment 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 wrong, keep the money, I guess you 'd rather follow TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' reverse job ? '' I asked.

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

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

She took my handwriting, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her work force now working to remove my whang, sneak my dark grey trouser and underpants down and free my erection.

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

I closed my centre, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really give care, ok she was a lady of pleasure but she was still a woman and I knew she would fudge an orgasm but that still did n't stop me trying to reach her a genuine one but oh she was good, working her purulent muscles 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 cross 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 pelvis into hers `` Ouch that hurt stop it ! '' she whispered.

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

'' All right wing ! '' 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 slew right in.

'' Oh that 's dear, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeezing 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 tail of an time of day 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 yr, 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 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 ally, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the old one who asked.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

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

'' pastime, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, ten deluxe. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

'' 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 cash point. '' I explained.

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

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the station carrying eight thousand Ezra Pound in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and Roger Eliot Fry I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of John Cash for a composition of theme which he signed, `` Paid in total £ 8000 ! ``

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

I wondered how to detect Ileana but the immigration multitude saved me the trouble, and she rang me.

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

'' Where 's the respite 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 want to see us ? '' I enquired.

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

'' surely my delight ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the address, '' we exchanged email addresses and arranged to run across next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her spot, it was quite a sassy apartment, two bedrooms big animation room, walking distance from Uni.

I took a cause with some of my things, actually it was a good way to free up outer space in my bedsit

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

'' I think we need to let the cat out of the bag, '' I told her, `` A little matter of my money. ``

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

'' What business organisation ? '' I asked.

'' Art, Antiques, Russian Art, that variety of matter. '' she said.

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

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her carpus, `` It 's not on-key then ? ``

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

'' You fucking stupid bitch, '' I told her, `` Why the hell on earth did n't you do to me ? ``

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

'' I paid the eight sublime you owed for the wedding ! '' I informed her.

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

'' Well, how much do you charge Ileana, fifty dog pound ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Be honorable, '' I said, `` No more Trygve Lie. ``

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

'' Because you can repay me in the sack, L 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 grunge sleeping with any man with a few pounds, where 's your self obedience ! '' 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 free with Corn flake ! ``

'' 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 marriage, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have sole right hand 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 want and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a candy kiss.

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stair to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the inside of the rider 's threshold and extracted a wad of tone from the ass of the room access below the windowpane winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of notes at her,

She just stared, stared in incredulity, `` It was all for null, you were telling the the true all of the metre ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you love me that much ? ''

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

She smiled, I did n't ravage the instant, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedchamber, her pinko blouse tore off really easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white wench and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making sure she knew she was mine.

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

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

'' Book of Daniel slow down, realise love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

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

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

It was hardly beautiful love life making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her wooden leg so I could drive rich inside her, she never tried to press me away, in fact she locked her branch one shot me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an orgasm just before soul rang the door bell.

Well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the disturbance continued I felt I had to answer. I pulled my trousers on and answered the door bare chested and bare invertebrate foot. A unused faced girl not a good deal older than me wearing standard council officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana pekan ? '' she asked.

'' Do I front 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 black cat, Ileana 's husband. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

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

'' Oh yes, well its rude to descend to the door 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 tierce ? '' I asked, and she thought it over for a second.

'' bettor not ! '' she said, almost sadly,"I have to ascertain, we had entropy that you had separated."

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

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

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !