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I dismissed the first knock. Having got my client to experience the hardest, firmest erection he could remember in years, I was not about to put his talents to waste. But it wasn’t a reluctance to lose the momentum that made me ignore the knock.

It was the fact that for the past three days, I’d hear what I thought was a knock on the door, or voices right outside my apartment door. There’d been so many false alarms, that I hoped this was one of them.

We paused for a few seconds, then I bade him continue his good and earnest efforts behind me. The second knock was more purposeful. And there was no doubt that it was my door this time. Even my client heard it.

As if rehearsed, we disengaged and I scrambled from the den of iniquity to the next room to grab something to wear. The thought did cross my mind that if it were house-keeping, they were probably already half way through the front door with their master key. I’d be caught naked scurrying from one room to another instead of responding to the knock.

With the gown over my head, I went to open the door. I looked dishevelled, but if this was a raid, so be it. They probably already knew what I was up to anyway. How I managed it from now onwards would be about damage limitation.

I opened the door and it was the care-taker and another man that I’d never seen before. The care-taker’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Oh, it’s you! Do you mind if we check your washing machine? Is it working?”

Was my relief visible?

“It’s working. I’m actually using it now.” And I was. To wash towels and bed linen.

“Do you mind if we have a quick look?” I wasn’t going to get rid of them that easily.

I swung around, grateful that both bedroom doors were closed and led them in. In a couple of minutes they were satisfied and out of the apartment.

I ran back into the bedroom, to find my client fully dressed. We fell on the bed hugging each other with relief and laughing at the situation. I laughed even harder when he demonstrated how he’d tried to get his cock ring off in a hurry. Only now did I notice that my gown was on back to front! I wondered how much my bra-less boobs had bounced as I led the two men in. Was I too nervous to notice them staring?

He declined to strip again and get back into bed. He’d enjoyed what we’d shared before the interruption. As at the time I tweeted about this event, I was still shaking. I think the shakes have just about subsided now.

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