Another Tuesday morning and I found myself on my knees in front of him. Him standing nearly naked in front of me, me kneeling completely naked in front of him. This time, my cock was free from its cage and throbbing while his cock was throbbing in my mouth. We'd been well into it for several minutes, him taking his slow pleasure while I took his cues to continue to bring him up to arousal over many minutes. It was a practiced act by now, my coming each Tuesday morning while his wife went off to a committee meeting, a reliable break in his schedule, and he was able to entertain me, his servant. This had been going on for months and while there was a break as he moved across town, we were back at it.
Then, instead of him signaling his deeper arousal and possible sitting on the couch, we both heard thumping. "Shit!" he uttered - the first time I'd really heard him swear. I kept at it with my mouth. "Stop!" he said, pushing me back. I fell back with my ass on my feet, still kneeling naked in front of him. He yanked his robe back onto himself, slid into his slippers and pounded upstairs, where the workmen had already let themselves in. From the conversation I could hear, they had come back for the punch list, to finish the last few items of renovation after the move. This, he was not expecting.
They had said they were booked up until next week and wouldn't possibly be able to come back this week, but as another client canceled, they were able to come now. Despite his protests, I could hear feet on the stairs and knew they were heading downstairs. I tried to hide, but I chose precisely the wrong spot - a side closet that, I was unaware, was the plumbing supply closet for the bathroom they were there to finish off. While one of the contractors headed to the bathroom, the other headed directly for the closet, flipped on the light and announced to the other "well, I think we found the problem" - and laughed out loud. I tried to shield myself, but there was no hiding a naked man in the closet. It was also obvious that I was aroused. The other contractor came to his colleague's voice and started laughing as well "I suppose you're right... that seems to be a problem!" They pointed and laughed at me as I skulked from the closet.
"Hey, Mr C, did you... um... lose something?" Indeed, Michael had come down the stairs afterward and had a look of perplexion and anger on his face.
"It's not him" I exclaimed. I knew I had to protect him. He was a well known man in the community and I grabbed a sword and proceeded to fall on it. "I talked him into this. It's all me." The workmen looked at me confused. "Mr C owed me a favor and I cajoled him into this. He was talking about how his wife isn't sexual anymore and I offered. It's all me."
"Well" said one of the men "is this why we had scheduling issues?"
"Never. I never insisted on anything. If he said he couldn't be here, it's because he couldn't."
"Well, are we going to have to delay this, then?"
"No, you won't. Do what you need to."
"Well, what if what I need is... more than some plumbing problems." asked the workman.
Mr C tried to protest, starting to say "Just finish the work... " but I interjected