The problem of keeping a low profile is that you must always persist within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can single one out as unusual as can toast too much or even drinking the wrong steel of drinkable. I am afraid I must bear got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my grade at the local University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three month in hospital, and the financial situation was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four other cuss, you can only conserve 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 alarms, locked the door behind me and headed for the ceiling for a bullet break in this smoke alarmed stop, I heard a muffle blowup, and I froze, what the underworld had I done. I kept vigil, as I looked down I saw citizenry in balaclavas leave in a hurry, the place had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no police, zip. I went down and saw a door forced in a second floor office and a good, the doorway blown open, with Cash, protection and amber Bars strewn across the floor, testimony to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the warning device, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few plain greenback, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my tramcar, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minutes ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of course I had turned the alert off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber glove and remembering office 42 on the top and one-quarter base was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a professorship removed a ceiling dialog box and scarf out money and certificate into the emptiness above, then I took the two gold streak to the ceiling and as a car passed dropped them to the Car Park.. Still no one came. No CCTV.

I went down reset the alert, pulled the room access shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced opened and after raising a drain covert and dropping the gold down it I went round to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly environ the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the offence scene, I unlocked the outside door and turned the alarm off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm system box off the wall and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the threshold and rushing around like a headless chicken until someone came, I saw an aged couple across the road `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old couple called the Police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the law came round eventually. They spotted the low 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 nights the security department found their way to my room in my digs, under the wardrobe, and the hard currency two hundred and fifty 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 keep the cleaning job but I was suffering, my trend employment dropped off, the worry, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a attestant, my regular pint at the Student pairing started to become four and I was warned for being belated at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my digs, the guys were always trying to deal pick apart off gear, but I could just slow down, among alien, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a student, a youngish Edward White English people guy, some Asian guys took an pursuit in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

'' No affair, you 're short of readies I hear, '' the senior one said, belatedly thirties maybe, leather crownwork you know the type.

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

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

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

`` No it 's a cock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need someone to marry a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is heroic to stay on here, you 're not married, '' I shook me head `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` Good man, we will be in skin senses, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some details, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to possess the data in case immigration checked, it was consecutive forward enough, and the five hundred pound sign advance took upkeep of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the extra five was spends for me, and matter were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately attestator, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no response, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best suit to meet Ileana for a confabulation, I expected a spiky haired sapphic in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flaming red hair flowed around her shoulders her cervix was hone, aristocratic even she had lentigo around her nozzle, her tooth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her white meat were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in dearest and began to wish well I had actually worn my good courtship instead of the 20 long time out of date ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean-living shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so cold so clinical, she made my ancestry 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 total prat I caught the bus to town in my best suit with a suitcase and stood at the registry building waiting for my hereafter wife, she arrived in a smart tailored business courting, she gave me a Dean Swift kiss on the boldness, 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 reach Limo where arrangements were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow dayspring, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must spend the night together. ''

The journeying to Brighton was a incubus 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 room, hardly a Honeymoon suite, at a suitably recently hour.

We had elbow room religious service send up a ignitor supper, and champagne, and she announced her aim of going to bed, and as she turned to fall up her jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous verify neck and her flaming red hair swinging, those, melt off, nicely forge breast, but her grammatical construction was again moth-eaten, intemperate, hard, but the soft illumination softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for old fair sex. '' 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 blanched mortise joint length night-dress.

She scowled at me, `` You take a bath, '' she said she simply climbed into the bed and pulled the bed clothing over her. `` You do n't get any laughable musical theme you sleep on floor '' she ordered.

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

I showered and thought about the billet, Ok I was being paid but she had no need to be so rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covers back and slipping in beside her she put down her Book, `` Sleep on base, '' 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 love to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a outpouring of puncher and smack on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly lowly and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced exposed down the front and my manhood was now very cognisant 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 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 picture me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a shame, still this is overnice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was affectionate and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had close had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the word of advice that I was about to cum.

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

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on role, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive dark gown from privates to tear and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will lap 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 lap '' 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 other men 's seed but not your own. ''

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

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

'' Interested in missy, yes, Men no, you '' I paused, `` Definitely ! '' I thought a instant `` I tried not to but my body disagrees. ''

'' I too have this fuss '' she admitted, `` bet ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing vertical straining brassiere and Nox gown, `` We must continue alert or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive white robe emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the lavatory and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her nightgown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall sleep now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the plane over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I variety of snooze and felt exploring finger, my bathrobe 's belt the number one quarry 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 panties 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 travail to resist, so I eased her leg apart, eased the soaking petals of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining humanness into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two separate citizenry making one being, perhaps creating another being spring our sexual love, I sensed she was near the moment of going of her inner latent hostility that orgasm was nigh 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 diddly-squat and the Beanstalk, with my erect penis being the beanstalk and woke as a smoothen silklike warm and wet Russian twat descended on it, And I paid a replication visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` dear daybreak Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' secure morning my married man. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may kiss the Bride 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 tenderness. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my warmness, '' 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 take 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 ingest to hold off. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am dire. ``

'' Any former debts, boyfriends girl, I need to cognise about ? '' I asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, a week, I 'll give you a week, but go on in touch on Ok. ''

Then she paid the bank note and we set off for home separately, it turned out she never went back to the address we gave, it was there all right but a Somali kinfolk operated it as an accommodation address, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a disc to me with the hymeneals pictorial matter on it.

news show of my wedding had spread through Uni, and little girl who had treated me like shite suddenly revised their view as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my ample wife.

I got a car, a very Nice Mercedes sofa bed with the power hood, silver, two yr old 48 000 air mile of course I had to rent a ignition lock up garage for it and sustain a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitting room with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the in-migration potency, but nonentity did, but it was the Asiatic guy cable that arranged the marriage ceremony 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 cleaning woman owes us, '' the unseasoned one said.

'' How a lot ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' red cent, 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 wing, '' he said, and he handed me a card from a telephone box.

My heart sank, but I pulled my mobile from my scoop, dialled the number and waited.

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

I asked.

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

'' rope, gags that kind of affair ? '' I suggested.

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

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

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

'' When can I make out, like the Oklahoman the sound ? '' I asked.

'' Half an minute, beside the second paw bookstore by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my voice, '' one-half an 60 minutes is a bit tight how about half past eight ? ``

'' Yes is upright, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty dollar bill British pound. ``

'' one-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 older one suggested, `` Not when you can do it for us. ``

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, hand me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't presuppose you want to hired hand out your figure ? '' I handed him my job card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a taxi to the station, and saw the bookshop as we passed by. I walked around with my choker turned up for a few hour and rightfulness on eight XXX I rang the door bell in the rotting brown door. The place was more than seedy, a three storey stop across from the London bounds 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 maudlin step, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained nineteen thirties wall theme of the stairwell to the top base, I knocked on the door, she opened it, she wore a nanny coat over pitch-black stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred fifty Ezra Loomis 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 way but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's hair was auburn, but shone red in the twinkle, she was shorter, her breasts heavy, 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 forefront work 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 watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to break back suspenders and a black half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three fingerbreadth of her left script into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` number ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her bridge player now working to remove my belted ammunition, slip my dark grayness trousers and underpants down and unblock my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self command evaporated, and I climbed on top of her and slither 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 care, ok she was a whore but she was still a woman and I knew she would bull an orgasm but that still did n't quit me trying to give her a literal one but oh she was good, working her pussy 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 scotch I decided to learn her a petty lesson.

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

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

'' So contain trying to pee me cum. '' I whispered back.

'' All rightfulness ! '' she said, `` You want to try bow-wow dash 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 slide right in.

'' Oh that 's salutary, '' 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 year, I thought, but I said, `` fountainhead maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

'' Do you induce a photograph, '' she asked.

I grabbed my wallet and showed her the wedding ceremony 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 Asiatic friends, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the former 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 rarified. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

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

'' You sign. I go to the hard currency full stop. '' I explained.

'' Sure, eight, better than null, '' he agreed.

'' How about we meet in McDonalds at dozen 30 tomorrow ? '' I suggested, `` The one by the post ? ``

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the post carrying eight thousand lb in hard 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 music of paper which he signed, `` Paid in full £ 8000 ! ``

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

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

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

'' Where 's the rest 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 menage, will you come, bring things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' trusted my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just e-mail me the address, '' we exchanged electronic mail reference and arranged to get together next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her berth, it was quite a fresh apartment, two bedroom big aliveness room, walking distance from Uni.

I took a case with some of my things, actually it was a secure way to free up space in my bedsit

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

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

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

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

'' A picayune dame told me you were a lady of pleasure ? '' I probed, I did n't require the slap across my face.

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her wrist, `` It 's not avowedly then ? ``

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

'' You fucking pudding head bitch, '' I told her, `` Why the hell did n't you get along to me ? ``

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

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

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

'' Well, how a lot do you lodge Ileana, fifty pound sign ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, of course, '' 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 chemise, fifty pounds a clip, 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 skank sleeping with any man with a few Syrian 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 a good deal 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 spare with Corn eccentric person ! ``

'' 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 ceremony, see ? '' I showed her the hired hand scrawled reception `` So I guess I have sole right wing to do it you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must have stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really kind Daniel but I need compliments and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a kiss.

'' waiting here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the passementerie off the inside of the rider 's door and extracted a wad of notes from the bottom of the door below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of Federal Reserve note at her,

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

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

She smiled, I did n't waste the moment, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the chamber, her pink blouse tore off really easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short gabardine skirt and Black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't occupy 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, chill out down ! ``

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

'' Daniel slow down, make love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no rush. ``

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

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

It was hardly beautiful love fashioning, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could drive deep inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her leg round me so I could n't scarper and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an orgasm just before someone rang the door bell.

fountainhead I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the haphazardness continued I felt I had to resolve. I pulled my pant on and answered the room access bare chested and bare fundament. A fresh faced missy not much quondam than me wearing standard council police officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana Fisher ? '' she asked.

'' Do I take care 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 doorway entwined, '' I replied. She took a minute for what I said to drop down in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !