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... slightly I just knew I was flushed with embarrassment, shame almost. I’d never been caught wanking like that since I was a teen and my mam caught me one morning. My panic level increased when I couldn’t find my porno mag. Had she taken it? No, when I grab up the duvet and threw it over me to hide I had dropped the mag right there in front of her on the bed! The next morning I didn’t come down for breakfast and left quickly. And that evening I said I was checking out, She in all fairness never mentioned anything, asked if I had a nice time and took my money. After my failure I thought better of this harebrained scheme and didn’t enf***e myself on unsuspecting landladies. Well that was until Exeter. I had no girlfriend and was bursting in the sperm sack. I didn’t have to be on site till noon so I had a lie in, (this was pre daytime telly and certainly pre porn channel). I’d recently found out the fun you can have with a latex glove and some socks and a rubbed band. Having a wank this way took a lot longer than the usual five finger shuffle, and was better, so seeing as I had plenty of time I thought why not. I’d made a lovely pocket and was stood over a gorgeous picture of a firm breasted, full bush housewife, imagining what it would be like to giving to her what I was to my sock pocket. I was so focused on my pleasure I honestly didn’t’ hear the door. There certainly wasn’t a nock, and as the door opened I just looked over my shoulder and saw the landlady there, with a ...

... bucket. It was the bucket that made me stop and turn around. What was in the bucket? Cleaning products it seemed! So now I stood there, with my sock love pocket encompassing my cock and in front of me the landlady. How long we stood there I can’t say, seconds probably, but it felt like ages. She just stepped back and closed the door. Being caught like this just made it even more exciting and I wanked off hard into my sock pocket. It was one of the most memorable wanks in my life. That evening, coming back from work she said nothing, and nothing the next morning at breakfast. This was no doubt due to other guests being there. Flushed with this success I had another experience only one week later when I was working in Gloucester. I’d left out my e****t mag on the bedside table and when I got back in the afternoon it had been moved. The thought of my landlady flicking though the pages was such a turn on. I wondered if she had fingered herself when she read the stories. There was no en-suite in this B&B so I was in the shower and naturally thought to lock the door. But then again if I did that then no-one could come in by ‘accident’. So I stripped off, showered and was drying myself when I heard someone outside. Excited by the chance of being caught again I gave my cock a few strokes to get a lazy lob on and stood facing the door. The door lock was no more than a bolt. So you’d know if someone was in there by pulling down on the handle and seeing if there was any resistance. No ...