The problem of keeping a low profile is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can single one out as unusual as can tope too much or even drinking the wrong marque of potable. I am afraid I must have got it legal injury,

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 months in hospital, and the financial office was getting really bad, I was behind on the rip for the bedsitter in the mansion I shared with four other lads, you can only economise so much on nutrient 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 alarum, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a sess break in this smoke alarmed mental block, I heard a muffled blowup, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw hoi polloi in balaclavas leave in a hurry, the berth had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no police, nothing. I went down and saw a door forced in a second floor office and a condom, the room access blown open, with cash, certificate and Gold Bars strewn across the floor, testimonial to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the consternation, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few redundant annotation, 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 of study I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing gum elastic gloves and remembering billet 42 on the top and one-quarter level was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a cap panel and englut money and security department into the emptiness above, then I took the two gold bars 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 alarm, pulled the doorway shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced open and after raising a drain covert and dropping the gold down it I went round to my former edifice which I cleaned thoroughly rang the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the crime scene, I unlocked the outdoor threshold and turned the alarm off, no one came, then I wrenched the dismay box off the wall and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the door and rushing around like a headless volaille until someone came, I saw an aged yoke 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 broken alarm, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the crook who admitted everything, and after a few calendar week over a few nights the security department found their way to my elbow room in my slam, under the wardrobe, and the cash two hundred and 50 thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you interpret why I needed to hold 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 of study work dropped off, the worry, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a attestator, my habitue pint at the educatee union started to suit four and I was warned for being belated at work, So I changed to having just the one dry pint at the Grapes near my digs, the guys were always trying to trade knock off gear, but I could just relax, among stranger, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anon., I was a student, a youngish ovalbumin side 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 short of readies I hear, '' the older one said, recently XXX maybe, leather jacket you know the type.

'' news show travels, but yeah. `` I agreed.

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

'' If it 's not rap off or drugs I might be interested, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a cock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need someone to tie a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to stay 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 touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some details, I was told to separate the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to make the information in case immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound betterment took care of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rip, and the excess five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately viewer, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no reception, even a lensman, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my better suit to meet Ileana for a Old World chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Hessian boot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her fire red hair flowed around her berm her cervix was perfect, blue even she had freckle around her nose, her dentition were the blanched most perfect conceivable and her bosom were just perfect and her ramification, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in erotic love and began to wish I had actually worn my in effect suit instead of the twenty years out of date 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 blood freeze. `` We marry Sat, 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 quondam smuggled guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a add together stern I caught the bus to town in my best suit with a bag and stood at the registry construction waiting for my future married woman, she arrived in a impertinent tailored byplay courtship, she gave me a swift candy kiss on the nerve, and we tried to look like we were in love for the registrar not a vast job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, line over, we headed for the stretch Limo where system 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-scale Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost complete silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably late 60 minutes.

We had room religious 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 jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her flaming red hair swing, those, reduce, nicely influence chest, but her formulation was again low temperature, tough, hard, 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 crotch bulge `` Do n't get thought '' she ordered, `` This is business only '' but I saw a slight smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for sometime womanhood. '' 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 white ankle 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 rummy melodic 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 situation, Ok I was being paid but she had no indigence to be so unmannered. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covers back and slipping in beside her she put down her rule book, `` Sleep on trading floor, '' she insisted.

'' But we are not properly married yet until we have sex, '' I countered, `` You will pay me for workplace I have not done unless I make love to you, '' I put my limb round her cupping her titty to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of punches and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her radiocarpal joint, she seemed suddenly small and frightened.



My bathrobe had become force out open down the front and my humanness was now very mindful of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attending, I let her go and adjusted my frock 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 disgrace, still this is Nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was lovesome and fragrant and I struggled to call up when I had hold out had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great gouts of creamy cum shot out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the battlefront 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 genital organ to wear and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will puzzle out 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 backtalk, `` get along on lick '' she said, `` You gay son like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her finger 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 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 trouble '' she admitted, `` expect ! '' she pointed to her nipple, standing vertical straining brassiere and night gown, `` We must remain alert or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive Theodore Harold White night-robe emphasising her curve, and she disappeared to the bath and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall kip now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the canvass over her.and switched off the bedside light.

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

My fingerbreadth loosed the grayback on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistband of her pantie 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 canvas, 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 legs apart, eased the soaking petal of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being take form our dearest, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her inner tensions that coming was nigh and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her role, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to interrupt her as she lay in the midsection of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of manual laborer and the Beanstalk, with my erect penis being the beanstalk and woke as a polish silky warm and wet Russian twat descended on it, And I paid a tax return sojourn to the bed entering her as sunup broke, `` dear forenoon Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

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

'' Yes my lovemaking, '' I joked as I greeted her, `` Do you like being Mrs fisher ''

'' Yes I think I do, '' she agreed

'' Why ? '' I asked

'' Because my soundbox tells me you are the one for me '' she explained.

'' Not your heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my spirit, '' she agreed, `` My head teacher says run away. ``

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

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

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

'' Any early debts, boyfriends girlfriend, I need to know about ? '' I asked

'' Ten thousand for loanword and I have to find hire right now. '' she apologised.

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

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

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

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` feeling Dan, Mr fisher cat, the fairy taradiddle ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to have the sex but you must please present the trueness. ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' But we do n't be intimate each early, you know nothing about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must dedicate me some space. ``

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

Then she paid the bill and we set off for rest home 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 speech, but at least they had forwarded a phonograph record to me with the wedding party pictures on it.

news show of my wedding party had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like grease suddenly revised their judgement as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my rich wife.

I got a car, a very squeamish Mercedes convertible with the power hood, silver, two old age old 48 000 knot of course I had to hire a lock chamber up garage for it and maintain a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitter with th guys.

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

'' You really are a while of jack ! '' I was told.

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

'' Your fair sex owes us, '' the immature one said.

'' How much ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' cocksucker, no, no I 'm not, look I have n't seen her since the nuptials ? '' 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 bosom sank, but I pulled my mobile from my scoop, dialled the identification number and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you bid to lay down an appointment ? ``

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

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

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

'' Half an hour, beside the second handwriting bookstall by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is good, an 60 minutes ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty dog pound. ``

'' Half retiring eight ! '' I agreed.

I switched the earphone 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 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 guess you want to script out your identification 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 collar turned up for a few instant and right on eight thirty I rang the doorway Melville Bell in the rotting brown doorway. The place was More than seedy, a three storey engine block across from the British capital bound side of the station.

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

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

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

'' One hundred fifty pounds please. '' she greeted me, she closed the door 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 titty with child, not so shapely.

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

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

'' No, no red heads piece of work here, why ? '' she asked.

'' She 's my wife. '' 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 wrong, keep the money, I guess you 'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' nose candy job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so a lot fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to reveal back suspenders and a black half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three finger's breadth of her left hand into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my manus, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her helping hand now working to withdraw my belt, slip my benighted grey trouser and underpants down and innocent my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self control 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 instant I did n't really worry, ok she was a whore but she was still a woman and I knew she would fake an sexual climax but that still did n't lay off me trying to give her a genuine one but oh she was adept, 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 baffle I decided to learn her a footling 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 right field ! '' 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 round at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slid right field in.

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

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

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 use 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 nuptials 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 birdsong from my Asian friends, `` 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 G. '' 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 cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of paper. ``

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

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

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the place carrying eight thousand Irish 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 part of paper which he signed, `` Paid in to the 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 detect Ileana but the in-migration people saved me the trouble, and she rang me.

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

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

'' You too will go to prison house, '' 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 house, will you occur, bring things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasure ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the reference, '' we exchanged e-mail name and address and arranged to meet future day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a smart apartment, two bedchamber big animation room, walking length from Uni.

I took a subject with some of my matter, actually it was a sound way to free up space in my bedsitting room

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

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

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

'' What line of work ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

'' You fucking stupid beef, '' I told her, `` Why the hell did n't you issue forth to me ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Because you can riposte me in the sac, fifty dollar bill 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 smut sleeping with any man with a few Irish punt, where 's your self esteem ! '' 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 as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was innocent with corn whiskey Flakes ! ``

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

'' So how practically 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 solitary right hand to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must hold 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 osculation.

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the inside of the rider 's doorway and extracted a wad of greenback from the bottom of the door below the windowpane winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of banknote 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 jazz me that much ? ''

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

She smiled, I did n't waste the bit, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her substructure and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her shortly white skirt and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't occupy in why, only in making certainly she knew she was mine.

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

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

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

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

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

It was hardly beautiful love fashioning, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her wooden leg so I could labour deep inside her, she never tried to tug me away, in fact she locked her legs troll me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an sexual climax just before someone rang the door 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 serve. I pulled my trouser on and answered the door bare chested and bare foot. A brisk faced young woman not much older than me wearing criterion council police officer uniform of boring Twin Falls 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 the Prophet 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 subside in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

"Er no,"the char agreed,"No, no problem at all, sorry to agitate you."

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !