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caught ?

... resistance meant it wasn’t locked. My heart was racing as I saw the handle move down. It opened wide. I was there feet away from my landlady and she immediately looked at my semi erect cock. I pretended to be engrossed in drying my hair and before I could say anything she shrieked and screamed out ‘sorry’ and left. The next morning at breakfast she apologised profusely, even gave me a bigger breakfast and said that she’d be getting the lock on the door changed. So by now my strike rate was 3 fails out of 3 ‘ caught’s ’ I had a few more attempts and the result was always the same, nothing doing. Then I had to stay at a chain motel just out of Heathrow. A truly bland boring place. I couldn’t care less in such a place and left out my porno mags and even a sock pocket. When I got back in the evening they had been put away for me. I’d gone out for a night on the beer with some of the other guys, and came back worse for wear. We’d all agreed that we’d start late the next morning. And so it was that to date I had my best ever ‘catch’. The room was your standard motel layout with the bathroom corridor side, meaning there was a passage into the bed area. So late the next morning I was propped up in bed, using a lubed up wank aid while flicking though a hard core mag. I certainly heard the nock and heard the rumble of a cart as the cleaner entered. As I thrust in and out of the wank aid the cleaner caught sight of me and jumped back mumbling she was sorry and made a hasty escape. ...

... Trouble was she’d left her cart. She was a young looking Asian woman and no sooner than she ran out there was a nock again on the door. The nock became harder and louder and the door opened. From down the passage I heard her ask if she could get her cart. I so wanted to ask her to take over from my wank aid. She shouted out again and a head popped out from behind the bathroom wall. I was still thrusting into my aid and we looked at each other. Now every other time I’d been ‘caught’ it lasted seconds. This woman watched me for at least three thrusts before she said, “I just need my cart please” and she steep in further to collect it. All the time she watched and rather than turn and as she pulled out the cart she continued to watch. She didn’t exactly linger but she certainly had a good look. But it’s not always been good fun. I was staying once in Southampton. The landlady there looked like she might be up for it. Wrong! When I manufactured a situation where she would come into my room and ‘catch’ me she went nuts. She screamed out and run off screaming downstairs. I mean she was so loud other guests came out of their rooms. Half hour later there was a knock on the bedroom door and there she stood with a bloke who I assumed was her husband. In her hand was a bill and she said I was to pack up my things and leave! I did! Then I was staying in a B&B in Birmingham and left out an e****t mag. When I got home the mag was in the same place, which was a shame as it meant that no-one had ...