The problem of keeping a low profile is that you must always continue within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can undivided one out as unusual as can drinking too much or even drinking the wrong mark of drink. I am afraid I must feature got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my level 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 spot was getting really bad, I was behind on the split for the bedsitter in the household I shared with four other laddie, you can only economise so much on intellectual nourishment without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the construction I was cleaning as an evening job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alarms, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a smoke geological fault in this smoke alarmed engine block, I heard a smother explosion, and I froze, what the snake pit had I done. I kept spotter, as I looked down I saw people in balaclavas leave in a hurry, the station had been robbed, and yet nix happened, no alarum, no law, zippo. I went down and saw a door forced in a sec flooring berth and a safe, the door blown open, with cash, security measures and amber saloon strewn across the floor, testimony to a speedy exit.

Should I raise the warning device, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few unembellished notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my trolley, and was worrying what to do next, but as the minutes ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing safety gloves and remembering office 42 on the top and quarter flooring was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a cap panel and stuff money and securities into the nullity above, then I took the two gold 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 system, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the door where it had been forced open and after raising a drainpipe cover and dropping the amber down it I went round to my early construction which I cleaned thoroughly band the post to say I had finished.

I returned to the criminal offense scene, I unlocked the outside door and turned the alarm off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm box off the wall and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the door and rushing around like a headless crybaby until someone came, I saw an aged couple across the route `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old duet called the Police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the police came round eventually. They spotted the broken consternation, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few hebdomad over a few Night the securities found their way to my room in my digs, under the press, and the Johnny Cash 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 class study dropped off, the worry, you see the thieves were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a witness, my regular pint at the Student join started to become four and I was warned for being late at piece of work, So I changed to having just the one 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 namelessness. But my architectural plan misfired, I was not anon., I was a scholar, a youngish white English 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 honest-to-god one said, late thirties maybe, leather crown you know the type.

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

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

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

`` No it 's a pecker up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need mortal to marry a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is despairing to quell here, you 're not married, '' I shook me school principal `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` full man, we will be in affect, 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 matt now, the university needed to have got the data in case immigration checked, it was full-strength forward enough, and the five hundred pound sign overture took care of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the snag, and the supererogatory five was spends for me, and matter were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding 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 trump suit to adjoin Ileana for a schmoose, I expected a spiky haired sapphic in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely believe it, her fire red hair flowed around her shoulders her cervix was hone, blue-blooded even she had lentigo around her nose, her dentition were the lily-white most utter imaginable and her chest were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in beloved and began to wish well I had actually worn my good courtship instead of the twenty years out of particular date ten quid exceptional from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a plumb shirt.

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

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

'' Unless immigration sniff round '' said Kevin the sometime black guy.

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

Saturday came and feeling a tot prat I caught the bus to town in my comfortably suit with a suitcase and stood at the registry building waiting for my succeeding wife, she arrived in a voguish tailored business organisation suit, she gave me a Dean Swift kiss on the cheek, and we tried to look like we were in love for the registrar not a vast job for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, line of work over, we headed for the stretch Limo where arrangements were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow morning, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must pass the Night together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost complete quiet and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon retinue, at a suitably lately 60 minutes.

We had room service send up a light supper, and bubbly, and she announced her design of going to bed, and as she turned to flow up her jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her fire red hair swinging, those, lose weight, nicely shaped knocker, but her expression was again cold, hard, austere, but the delicate light softened even this.

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

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three mean solar day 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 whitened ankle duration 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 funny estimate you sleep on base '' 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 rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the cover song back and slipping in beside her she put down her script, `` Sleep on story, '' 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 wrap her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of punches and smacking on me, I sat up and caught her carpus, she seemed suddenly small and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced spread out down the front and my manhood was now very mindful of her law of proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to tending, 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 radiocarpal joint until she stopped struggling, then I moved my headspring 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 present 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 affectionate and fragrant and I struggled to call back when I had conclusion had a char and my manhood strained and I felt the monition 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 presence 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 nightie from crotch to burst 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 digit and pushing it at my mouth, `` amount on lick '' she said, `` You gay boys like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her digit 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 seed, '' I protested.

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised man or at least Bisexual, they say you would not be interested in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her mamilla, standing upright straining brassiere and nighttime gown, `` We must remain spanking or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive white surgical gown emphasising her curve, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall sleep now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the sheets over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sort of doze and felt exploring fingerbreadth, my bathrobe 's rap the inaugural target then my breast which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My fingers loosed the greyback on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the waistcloth of her pantie and for her bra and carefully checked her bosom and belly for blemishes before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the tabloid, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no sweat to withstand, so I eased her legs apart, eased the soaking petal of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining manhood into her.

We rocked with the rhythm of passion silently, two classify mass making one being, perhaps creating another being organise our love, I sensed she was near the moment of release of her privileged tensions that orgasm was about and I came, seemingly gallon of boiling cum flooding her parts, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to upset her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of jak and the Beanstalk, with my upright penis being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth silklike warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a return sojourn to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` Good Morning Mrs black cat, '' I greeted her.

'' well morning my Husband. '' she locked her peg around me `` You may kiss 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 heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my heart, '' she agreed, `` My read/write head says run away. ``

'' I have a confession, '' she said before breakfast, `` I have not the money I owe you, I shall make 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 desperate. ``

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

'' Ten Thousand for loan and I have to retrieve charter right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a reputation for being full-bodied and no money ? '' I probed as the absurdity of the site sank in.

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

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

She sensed my intentions, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` tone Dan, Mr black cat, the fairy tarradiddle ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to sustain 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 have money ! ``

'' Go dwelling house 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 abode ! '' I promised.

'' But we do n't get it on each early, you know zilch about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is brainsick, you must give me some blank. ``

'' Ok, a week, I 'll hand you a week, but hold on in hint Ok. ''

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

newsworthiness of my wedding had spread through Uni, and girls who had treated me like scandal suddenly revised their persuasion as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my fat wife.

I got a car, a very skillful Mercedes convertible security with the power hood, silver, two class old 48 000 Admiralty mile of course of action I had to charter a curl up garage for it and keep on a low visibility about the fact I still shared a bedsit with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the immigration government agency, but cipher did, but it was the Asian guys that arranged the wedlock who came looking for me. They found me at the campus depository library, they waited until I came out.

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

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

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

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten Thou and the eternal sleep. '' he said.

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

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

'' bullshit, 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 vernal one asserted.

'' Yeah right, '' he said, and he handed me a placard from a phone box.

My spunk sank, but I pulled my mobile from my pocket, dialled the routine and waited.

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

I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you like to clear an appointment ? ``

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

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

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

'' Half an 60 minutes, beside the second hand bookstore by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

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

'' Yes is sound, an time of day ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty pounds. ``

'' Half past eight ! '' I agreed.

I switched the earpiece off, `` Sounds like her, '' I agreed, `` She just sends me money. '' I thought a present moment, `` So why do n't you incur her ? ``

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, consecrate me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't suppose you want to hired man 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 choker turned up for a few instant and right on eight 30 I rang the threshold bell in the rotting brown door. The spot was more than seedy, a three storey closure across from the British capital boundary side of the station.

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

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

I climbed the mushy stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained 19 mid-thirties wall paper of the stairwell to the top level, I knocked on the room access, she opened it, she wore a nanny coat over black stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred l 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 trusted that it would be her in the room but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's haircloth was auburn, but shone red in the light, she was shorter, her titty 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 heading work here, why ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, '' I replied, `` I was unseasonable, stay fresh the money, I guess you 'd rather find out 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, so ? ``

'' Blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her pelage to reveal back suspenders and a bleak half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her left hand into her vagina, `` kitty ? ``

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

She took my hand, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her manus now working to remove my rap, slip my dark grey trouser and underpants down and detached 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 slid into her slippery wetness.

I closed my centre, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that import I did n't really like, ok she was a whore but she was still a fair sex and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't stop me trying to give her a echt one but oh she was good, working her pussy brawn 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 piffling lesson.

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

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

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

'' All rightfulness ! '' she said, `` You want to try bow-wow vogue 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 ego and looked round at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slip right in.

'' Oh that 's just, '' 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 just ! ``

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 years, I thought, but I said, `` wellspring maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

'' Do you have a photo, '' 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 call 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.

'' involvement, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, ten grand. '' 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 newspaper publisher. ``

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

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

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

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the place carrying eight thousand quid in immediate payment 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 wide £ 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 trouble, and she rang me.

'' Mr fisher cat, I need your service ! '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Fine, where ? '' I asked.

'' They send to the speech, they find we are not there, '' she babbled.

'' So where do they want to see us ? '' I enquired.

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

'' Sure my pleasance ! '' I agreed, `` Just e-mail me the savoir-faire, '' we exchanged email savoir-faire and arranged to forgather next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her seat, it was quite a smart apartment, two bedrooms big living elbow room, walking length from Uni.

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

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

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

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

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Well, how a lot do you charge Ileana, fifty pounds ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Because you can repay me in the sack, L pounds a time, Ok ? ``

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

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

'' You pig ! '' she squealed.

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

'' In Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic ! '' she snarled.

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

'' Ileana, I have money, but I need you, your line as a blanket. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was free with corn whiskey oddball ! ``

'' 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 receipt `` So I guess I have exclusive rights to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

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

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the inside of the passenger 's door and extracted a wad of note of hand 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 megabucks of note at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the truth all of the sentence ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you love me that much ? ''

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

She smiled, I did n't neutralise the moment, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her invertebrate foot and carried her to the sleeping room, her pink blouse deplumate off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white skirt and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making sure she knew she was mine.

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

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

'' Book of Daniel slow down, make up beloved to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no rushing. ``

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

'' No you do n't give birth to will, '' she said, `` You are my married man after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful dear making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could repel oceanic abyss inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her legs round me so I could n't escape and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an sexual climax just before someone rang the room access bell.

Well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the interference continued I felt I had to reply. I pulled my trouser on and answered the threshold bare chested and denudate groundwork. A tonic faced girl not much older than me wearing stock council officer uniform of boring counterpart set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana Fisher ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Dan, Book of the Prophet Daniel Martes pennanti, 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 minute for what I said to sink in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

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

Ilena stood behind me,"goodbye,"she said theatrically,"Come back to bed Book of the Prophet Daniel !"

Well I didn't need asking twice !