Alessandre opens his eyes, locking his gaze with mine. Caught in the act of ogling at his proud member, I hastily bow my head and quickly head for his bathroom. My cheeks beet red with embarrassment. Hand resting on my forehead and my waist, I pace in the bathroom. I fan myself with my hand as I go to the door and peek at him. I let out a sigh of relief when he had drifted back to sleep. For sure, he didn't realise that I was looking at his bulge. I calm at the thought.
I commence cleaning his bathroom and filling his bathtub with hot water, I then go back to his bedroom and check for used condoms or other waste in his bin. There's only crumpled tissue. I pour it into the plastic trash bag and, once everything is done, a pleased smile graces my lips as I cast Alessandre a glance. With on
