J’essayais de ne pas se faire prendre en train de se faire prendre en train de se branler par l’ingénieur qui était venu réparer mon Internet et qui se trouvait de l’autre côté de la porte de ma chambre!

My internet connection if forever needing an engineer to come and fix things. The phone socket is just the other side of my bedroom door! So I told him I was feeling really poorly and was having a really painful IBS day because I was insanely fucking horny and desperately needed a wank! So I had my TV up loud so that he wouldn't hear me moaning and groaning, and if he did he'd hopefully just think I had intense tummy pains. For a while I may have gotten away with it, but I ended up far far too noisy to get away with it! So it's a good job he had to go and work on the box down the road so that I could fully relax and be as vocal as I needed to be, isn't it?!