THE END for now... 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 drinking too much or even drinking the wrong brand 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 situation was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four other lads, you can only economise so much Small cocks 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 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 break 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 hurry, the place 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 safe, the door blown open, with cash, securities and Gold Bars strewn across the floor, testimony to a rapid exit. Should I raise the Alarm, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few spare 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 rubber gloves and remembering office 42 on the top and fourth floor was empty I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling panel and stuffed money and securities into the void 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, pulled the door 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 amateur office to say I had finished. I returned to the crime 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 chicken until someone came, I saw blowjob an elderly couple across the road "Its been robbed", I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old couple called the Police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the police came round eventually. They spotted the broken alarm, and promptly sent me home. They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nights the securities found their way to my room in my digs, under the wardrobe, and the 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 voyeur I was suffering, my course work 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 union started to become four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the Grapes near my digs, the guys were always trying to sell knock off gear, but I asian could just relax, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a student, 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 older one said, late thirties maybe, leather jacket you know the type. "News travels, 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 Saturday, "If it's not knock off or drugs I might be interested," 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 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 tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to have the information in case immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound advance took care of the rent 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 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 meet Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely. I could scarcely believe it, her flame red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had freckles around her nose, her teeth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. “The battery of tests has been set up. “I am!” I howled, amateur embarrassed lust surging through me. I wanted to melt away. But the longer I gripped her cheeks, the more I began to ponder something. I’d never even considered doing that with a girl but it was good, amazingly good. They were another race born of Las, all male. Actually, before moving here, I’ve only gotten with girls,” she adds. I spread my legs into a wide, accommodating stance, knowing better than to make her ask. Btw... I just stared at her pussy. I gave her my physical love. “Turn blowjob around.” He ordered. Instead of fighting to improve society, they were now serving it to improve the atmosphere and it was making national news. I opened my mouth, and watched her puckered asshole convulse and twitch as she pushed. I thrust in and out of her tight hole, enjoying every minute of how it felt. “Back for more, pretty?” An oily voice asks from a hole under a nearby rotted tree stump. Grace turned away from him and watched Jeni break the surface and swim over to voyeur join them. For several days, I dragged timbers, ropes, chests, bits of furniture from Small cocks the water, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Both of them were moaning asian louder and louder. “We all get caught up in those feelings when we’re young, Bekah.” I explained. A place where no one should remember if I was there. No. I gritted my teeth, and limped a little faster toward the bog. I give her one more thrust before sinking my dick as deep as I can inside of her. “Oh, sweet Kora,” I whimpered, my voice throaty, my tits heaving as my body shook.