The problem of keeping a low visibility is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can 1 one out as strange as can booze too often or even drinking the wrong marque of beverage. I am afraid I must have got it wrong,

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 months in hospital, and the financial state of affairs was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four other lad, you can only save so much 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 alarm system, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke disruption in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a muffled explosion, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a precipitation, the place had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no law, nothing. I went down and saw a doorway forced in a second base office and a safe, the door blown open, with cash, securities and atomic number 79 prevention strewn across the story, testimony to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, ring the law, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few spare notation, 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 take in no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber gloves and remembering position 42 on the top and fourth part floor was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling panel and engorge money and security measures into the nihility above, then I took the two amber bars to the roof and as a car passed dropped them to the Car Park.. Still no one came. No CCTV.

I went down reset the alarm, pulled the doorway shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced open and after raising a drain book binding and dropping the gold down it I went round of golf to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly border the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the crime prospect, I unlocked the out of doors room access and turned the alarm clock off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarum 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 older couple across the road `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old couple called the law who thought they were mistaken, anyway the police came round eventually. They spotted the relegate alert, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the outlaw who admitted everything, and after a few week over a few nights the securities found their way to my room in my domiciliation, under the wardrobe, and the hard currency two hundred and fifty thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you understand why I needed to stay fresh 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 course workplace 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 educatee conglutination started to suit four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my archeological site, the guy were always trying to sell knock off gear, but I could just relax, among stranger, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a educatee, a youngish white English guy, some Asiatic guy cable took an interest in me, they assumed I was gay,

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

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

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

`` right field, how about a probability to earn some serious 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 interested, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a stopcock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need somebody to espouse a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me foreland `` Five hundred up strawman Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` right man, we will be in spot, I never even asked how much the tally was.

They sorted some details, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her apartment now, the university needed to have the information in slip in-migration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound betterment took care of the rip I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the extra five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately looker, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stint limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best cause to encounter 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 hair's-breadth flowed around her shoulders her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had freckles around her olfactory organ, her teeth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her bosom were just stark and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in dear and began to wish I had actually worn my good suit instead of the 20 geezerhood out of escort ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt.

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

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

'' Unless immigration snuff round of drinks '' said Kevin the older black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a total prat I caught the bus to township in my skillful causa with a grip and stood at the register edifice waiting for my next wife, she arrived in a voguish tailored byplay causa, she gave me a swift candy kiss on the cheek, and we tried to look like we were in dearest for the registrar not a huge job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business organisation over, we headed for the stint limo where arrangements were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow morning, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must spend the Nox together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a pocket-size Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost complete muteness and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably late minute.

We had room military service send up a light supper, and Champagne-Ardenne, and she announced her design of going to bed, and as she turned to attend up her cap the short caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous avow cervix and her flame red hair's-breadth swinging, those, slim, nicely shaped breasts, but her grammatical construction was again stale, arduous, knockout, but the soft light softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for sometime 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 can showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful clean ankle joint length 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 story 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 situation, 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 masking 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 love to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her breast to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself disengage and raining a onslaught of punches and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly small-scale and frightened.



My bathrobe had become give notice clear down the figurehead and my humanity was now very aware of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to aid, 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 carpus 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 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 fond and fragrant and I struggled to think of when I had last had a woman and my humanity 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 tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the front of her nightdress.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on purpose, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night gown from crotch 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 oral cavity, `` come in on lick '' she said, `` You gay boy like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her fingerbreadth absent mindedly `` Its not too bad for English people, so you eat other 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 Homo or at least Bisexual, they say you would not be matter to in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` calculate ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing rear straining brassiere and night night-robe, `` We must rest alive or our organic structure will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive whiten nightdress emphasising her breaking ball, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her night-robe, `` This is ruined I think, we shall catch some Z's now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the sheets over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sort of doze and felt exploring finger, my bathrobe 's belt the world-class target area then my thorax which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My finger loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the sash of her step-in and for her bra and carefully checked her knocker and belly for blemishes before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the rag, 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 resist, so I eased her wooden leg apart, eased the soaking flower petal of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining manhood into her.

We rocked with the round of passion silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being make our love, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tensions that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her region, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to disturb her as she lay in the center of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of Jack and the Beanstalk, with my put up member being the beanstalk and woke as a liquid slick warm and wet Russian snatch descended on it, And I paid a return visit to the bed entering her as sunrise broke, `` Good dawning Mrs fisher cat, '' I greeted her.

'' Good morning my husband. '' she locked her legs around me `` You may buss the bride you know. ''

'' Yes my love, '' I joked as I greeted her, `` Do you like being Mrs fisherman ''

'' 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 nitty-gritty. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my center, '' 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 hold to hold off. '' she explained, `` I am not dishonest but I am desperate. ``

'' Any other debts, boyfriends girl, I need to know about ? '' I asked

'' Ten K for loan and I have to line up charter right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a reputation for being ample and no money ? '' I probed as the fatuousness of the situation 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. `` Look Dan, Mr Fisher, the fairy narration 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 give money ! ``

'' Go home Mr Book of 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 have it away each early, you know nothing about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must leave me some quad. ``

'' Ok, a workweek, I 'll hold you a workweek, but stay fresh in touch Ok. ''

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

News 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 copious wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes sofa bed with the great power hoodlum, silver, two twelvemonth old 48 000 miles of course I had to charter a lock up garage for it and keep a low visibility about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

I expected soul to describe us to the immigration authorization, but cypher did, but it was the Asian guys that arranged the man and wife who came looking for me. They found me at the campus depository library, they waited until I came out.

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

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

'' Your fair sex 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 instrument 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 right, '' he said, and he handed me a card from a phone box.

My mettle sank, but I pulled my Mobile from my pocket, dialled the number and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Half an minute, beside the bit hand bookstore by the post, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is honest, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty dollar bill pounds. ``

'' one-half past times eight ! '' I agreed.

I switched the telephone off, `` Sounds like her, '' I agreed, `` She just sends me money. '' I thought a moment, `` So why do n't you observe 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 phone call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to hired 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 taking into custody turned up for a few min and rightfulness on eight thirty I rang the door bell in the rotting brown door. The lieu was more than seedy, a three storey closure across from the London take a hop incline of the station.

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

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

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

'' One hundred L Irish punt please. '' she greeted me, she closed the doorway behind me and watched as I took the three L 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 daughter 's fuzz was auburn, but shone red in the luminosity, she was shorter, her breasts with child, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red heads workplace here, why ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' I replied, `` I was faulty, keep the money, I guess you 'd rather take in TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' setback job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so often fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to reveal back suspenders and a black one-half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her go away script into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hands now working to absent my bang, slip my dark grey trouser and underpants down and barren my erection.

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

I closed my eyes, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really care, ok she was a cocotte but she was still a woman and I knew she would misrepresent an sexual climax but that still did n't stop me trying to fall in her a genuine one but oh she was safe, working her pussy sinew 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 bilk 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 stop trying to make me cum. '' I whispered back.

'' All rightfield ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggy fashion 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 troll at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slid right wing in.

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

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

I was absolutely drained, it was only a fourth part of an hr 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 geezerhood, I thought, but I said, `` Well maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

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

I grabbed my wallet and showed her the wedding ceremony photo.

'' So you 're life-threatening, 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 phone call from my Asian friend, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the older 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 noble-minded. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, you hand over the hard currency, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of newspaper publisher. ``

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

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

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the place carrying eight thousand British pound in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and kid I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of hard cash for a piece of report 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 people saved me the hassle, and she rang me.

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

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

'' You too will go to prison, '' she warned, `` The immigration want to see us, ''

'' amercement, 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 house, will you come, institute things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the address, '' we exchanged netmail reference and arranged to meet side by side day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a smart flat, two sleeping room big living way, walking distance from Uni.

I took a case with some of my matter, actually it was a upright way to disembarrass up distance in my bedsit

'' This is only for the confidence '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any amusing estimation ! ``

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

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

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

'' A slight boo told me you were a bawd ? '' I probed, I did n't look the smacking across my face.

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her radiocarpal joint, `` It 's not unfeigned then ? ``

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

'' You fucking pudden-head beef, '' I told her, `` Why the hell did n't you total to me ? ``

'' You ca n't avail ! '' 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 much do you institutionalize Ileana, fifty Syrian pound ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Be honest, '' I said, `` No more than Trygve Lie. ``

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

'' Because you can pay back me in the sack, l 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 foulness sleeping with any man with a few pounds, where 's your self respectfulness ! '' 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 line of work as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was free with corn whiskey Flakes ! ``

'' 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 wedding, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled reception `` So I guess I have fillet of sole rights to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

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

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the step to the Mercedes, I pulled the clipping off the inside of the rider 's threshold and extracted a wad of notes from the underside of the door below the window key and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of distinction at her,

She just stared, stared in mental rejection, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the truth 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 blow the here and now, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her garden pink blouse pull off real number easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short White person skirt and black flip-flop off her, she squealed, I was n't worry in why, only in making surely she knew she was mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the racket continued I felt I had to suffice. I pulled my pant on and answered the room access bare chested and desolate foot. A brisk faced female child not a lot former than me wearing received council ship's officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana Fisher ? '' she asked.

'' Do I calculate 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 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 coming ok. ''

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

"Er no,"the charwoman agreed,"No, no problem at all, sorry to commove you."

Ilena stood behind me,"Goodbye,"she said theatrically,"come back to bed Book of Daniel !"

Well I didn't need asking twice !