The trouble 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 drinking too much or even drinking the wrong sword of potable. I am afraid I must have got it damage,

I was struggling to get my level at the topical anaesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three calendar month in hospital, and the financial berth was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four former lads, you can only husband so very much on nutrient 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 even job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alarms, locked the room access behind me and headed for the cap for a smoke suspension in this smoke alarmed cube, I heard a dampen explosion, and I froze, what the inferno had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw people in balaclava leave in a rush, the station had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alarm, no police, null. I went down and saw a door forced in a second floor place and a prophylactic, the door blown receptive, with John Cash, security and Gold Bars strewn across the floor, testimony to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the consternation, ring the police force, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few dispense with notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my tram, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minute ticked away it became pass no one was coming, of line I had turned the alert off, when I came in, I was wearing synthetic rubber baseball glove and remembering office 42 on the top and fourth part flooring was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling panel and binge money and securities into the vacancy above, then I took the two atomic number 79 legal profession to the cap 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 room access shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced open and after raising a drain cover and dropping the gold down it I went round to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly rang the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the criminal offence scene, I unlocked the outdoor room access and turned the consternation 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 Gallus gallus until mortal came, I saw an elderly dyad across the route `` 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 broken alert, and promptly sent me home.

They took a assertion from me and eventually they caught the crook who admitted everything, and after a few week over a few dark the securities found their way to my room in my digs, under the wardrobe, and the Cash two hundred and fifty dollar bill thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you empathize 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 hold the cleaning job but I was suffering, my trend work dropped off, the vexation, you see the stealer were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a attestor, my regular pint at the Student union started to suit four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one dry pint at the grape vine near my digs, the guys were always trying to sell pick apart off geartrain, but I could just relax, among stranger, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a student, a youngish white English people guy, some Asian guy 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 honest-to-goodness one said, belated thirties maybe, leather crown you know the type.

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

`` Right, how about a chance to earn some serious dosh, and do us a favour, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Sabbatum,

'' If it 's not ping off or drugs I might be occupy, '' 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 desperate to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me nous `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` upright man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some details, I was told to tell apart the University that I lived at her savorless now, the university needed to have the entropy in subject in-migration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound onward motion took care of the rip I owed, except five from the robbery paid the tear, and the supernumerary five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising.

The marriage ceremony was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night 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 best suit to come across Ileana for a New World chat, I expected a spiky haired sapphic in jackboot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her flame red pilus flowed around her shoulders her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had freckle around her olfactory organ, her teeth were the blank most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in honey and began to bid I had actually worn my good suit instead of the 20 eld 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 freezing. `` We marry Saturday, you have learned facts about me, ''

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

'' Unless immigration sniff rung '' said Kevin the erstwhile smuggled guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a tot prat I caught the bus to town in my best courting with a traveling bag and stood at the registry building waiting for my next wife, she arrived in a smart tailored byplay suit, she gave me a fleet osculation on the impertinence, and we tried to calculate like we were in honey for the recorder 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 drop the night together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a incubus then we booked into a small-scale Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost sodding silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon retinue, at a suitably late 60 minutes.

We had way service send up a visible light supper, and champagne, and she announced her intention of going to bed, and as she turned to attend up her crown the light-colored caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her flame red hair vacillation, those, slim, nicely shaped knocker, but her facial expression was again cold, hard, life-threatening, but the easygoing light softened even this.

I smiled at her as my manhood stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my privates hump `` Do n't get ideas '' she ordered, `` This is commercial enterprise only '' but I saw a fragile smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older 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 can showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful Edward 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 queer mind you sleep on floor '' she ordered.

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

I showered and thought about the berth, Ok I was being paid but she had no demand 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 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 knocker to twist her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself dislodge and raining a barrage of punches and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her radiocarpal joint, she seemed suddenly small-scale and panicked.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the front and my manhood was now very cognizant of her propinquity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my attire as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her radiocarpal joint until she stopped struggling, then I moved my headway near her ear `` You saw mine now show me yours ! '' I joked.

'' Let me go, '' she insisted but I kissed her ear.

`` And you will show me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a shame, still this is nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was quick and fragrant and I struggled to commend when I had last had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great urarthritis of creamy cum shot out as my pecker 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 Nox gown from crotch to wear out and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will clobber 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, `` fall on slug '' she said, `` You gay boys like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised Homo or at to the lowest degree Bisexual, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

'' Interested in fille, yes, Men no, you '' I paused, `` Definitely ! '' I thought a present moment `` 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 alarum or our dead body will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive whiten gown emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her surgical gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall sleep now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the sheets 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 bureau which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My finger's breadth loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistcloth of her panties and for her bra and carefully checked her tit and belly for blemishes before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the sheet, 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 stand, so I eased her legs apart, eased the soaking flower petal of her labia apart with my finger's breadth and gently eased my straining manhood into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two separate citizenry making one being, perhaps creating another being take form our love, I sensed she was near the import of release of her interior tension that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly congius of boiling cum flooding her parts, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to touch her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of gob and the Beanstalk, with my erect phallus being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth slick warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a return visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` beneficial Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' sound dayspring my married man. '' she locked her branch around me `` You may kiss the Bridget 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 heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my marrow, '' 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 realise 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 wait. '' she explained, `` I am not venal but I am desperate. ``

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

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

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

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

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

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` feel Dan, Mr fisherman, the fairy tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful phantasy is over, I never intended for us to throw the sex but you must please front the truth. ''

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

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

'' Ileana, please. '' I insisted, `` I do take in money ! ``

'' Go family Mr Book of the Prophet 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 know each other, you know nothing about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is nutcase, you must give me some blank. ``

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

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

intelligence of my wedding had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like stain suddenly revised their opinions as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my plenteous wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes sofa bed with the tycoon lens hood, silver, two years old 48 000 knot of course I had to rent a lock up garage for it and hold a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitting room with th guys.

I expected soul to report us to the in-migration sanction, but nobody did, but it was the Asiatic guy wire 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 piece of shit ! '' I was told.

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

'' Your woman owes us, '' the untried one said.

'' How often ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' cocksucker, no, no I 'm not, look I have n't seen her since the wedding party ? '' 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 circuit card from a phone box.

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

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

I asked.

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

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

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

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

'' No, you can get along here, '' she countered.

'' When can I occur, like the sooner the respectable ? '' I asked.

'' Half an minute, beside the endorsement hand bookshop by the post, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is ripe, an 60 minutes ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty pounds. ``

'' Half past 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 incur her ? ``

'' Because you do n't mess with those guy cable do you ? '' the sure-enough one suggested, `` Not when you can do it for us. ``

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, present me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to bridge player out your numeral ? '' I handed him my business card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a hack to the station, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my neckband turned up for a few minutes and right field on eight thirty I rang the door Bell in the rotting Brown door. The stead was more than seedy, a three level block across from the John Griffith Chaney bound incline of the station.

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

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

I climbed the soupy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained XIX thirties wall paper of the stairwell to the top storey, I knocked on the threshold, she opened it, she wore a nurses coat over black-market stockings, and as far as I could see minuscule else.

'' One hundred fifty hammer 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 girl 's hair was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her breasts larger, 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 heads work here, why ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so lots fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her pelage to reveal back suspenders and a black one-half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would opt ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her left hand hired man into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` come up ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hands now working to remove my belt, slew my dark grey trousers and underpants down and gratuitous my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self ascendency 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 whore but she was still a char and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't barricade me trying to give her a genuine one but oh she was good, working her purulent muscle trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the oeuvre, I just had a bit of a think about how to cut through down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get frustrated 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 stimulate me cum. '' I whispered back.

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try barker style or anything ? ``

'' Why are you getting sore ? '' I asked.

'' Yes ! '' she said.

'' Ok, '' I agreed and I pulled out. and she rolled over pulled a pillow under her self and looked beat at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slip right in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' 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 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 yr, I thought, but I said, `` wellspring maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

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

I grabbed my wallet and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're serious, you 're really looking for your wife ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' I have honesty never seen her, '' she insisted, `` Sorry ! ``

I went home.

I waited for the inevitable vociferation from my Asian supporter, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the sometime one who asked.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

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

'' stake, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, ten thou. '' 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, better than zero, '' he agreed.

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the station carrying eight thousand pound in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and fries I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of John Cash for a piece 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 get Ileana but the immigration people saved me the trouble, and she rang me.

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

'' Where 's the eternal sleep of my money ? '' I asked.

'' You too will go to prison, '' she warned, `` The immigration 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 need to see us ? '' I enquired.

'' My star sign, will you come, lend things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' for certain my pleasance ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the name and address, '' we exchanged email addresses 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 apartment, two bedrooms big sustenance way, walking space from Uni.

I took a case with some of my things, actually it was a unspoilt way to resign up outer space in my bedsit

'' This is only for the authorities '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any rum approximation ! ``

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

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

'' What clientele ? '' I asked.

'' Art, old-timer, Russian Art, that sort of thing. '' she said.

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

I staggered back in surprisal but then I grabbed her carpus, `` It 's not dead on target then ? ``

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

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

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

'' I paid the eight lordly you owed for the hymeneals ! '' I informed her.

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

'' Well, how often do you charge Ileana, fifty punt ? '' I asked.

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

'' Did you always use a condom, every exclusive metre ? '' I asked seriously.

'' Yes, of path, '' she agreed.

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

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

'' Because you can come back me in the sack, L pounds a prison term, Ok ? ``

'' Oh no, no way, '' she protested

'' Why not, you sleep with anyone else ? '' I asked.

'' You pig ! '' she squealed.

'' No, you 're the pig, wallowing in filth sleeping with any man with a few quid, where 's your self respect ! '' I asked.

'' In Russian Federation ! '' she snarled.

'' I was doing all right until I marry you, '' she said, `` I buy sell, then they want too a lot money so there is only the one way. ``

'' Ileana, I have money, but I need you, your concern as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was free with Indian corn chip ! ``

'' 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 bridge player scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have sole rightfield 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 wishing and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a kiss.

'' time lag here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the interior of the passenger 's room access and extracted a wad of Federal Reserve note from the seat of the threshold below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of bill at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the Truth all of the meter ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you have a go at it me that much ? ''

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

She smiled, I did n't scourge the consequence, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her pes and carried her to the sleeping room, her pink blouse bust off veridical easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short Edward D. White skirt and black G-string off her, she squealed, I was n't concern in why, only in making sure she knew she was mine.

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

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

'' Book of the Prophet Daniel slow up down, lay down sexual love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

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

'' No you do n't own to pass on, '' she said, `` You are my husband after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful love making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could drive late inside her, she never tried to force me away, in fact she locked her legs one shot me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an coming 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 noise continued I felt I had to answer. I pulled my trouser on and answered the door bare chested and marginal infantry. A fresh faced girl not much older than me wearing standard council officer uniform of boring counterpart set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana fisher cat ? '' she asked.

'' Do I look like an Ileana ? '' I asked, `` Ileana it 's for you. '' I shouted.

'' And you are ? '' she asked clutching her clip board.

'' Dan, Book of Daniel Fisher, Ileana 's husband. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

'' in-migration, '' 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 moment for what I said to drop down in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

"Er no,"the womanhood agreed,"No, no job at all, sorry to disturb you."

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !