Chapter 7: B Story
It wasn't often but often enough and recently i got better aND BETTER AT SEEing the signs. Shure they are carefull but im always around. Just like last night
. I was cleaning the corridor when I heard the soft moans coming from Renate's chamber. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized what was happening. I should have walked away, but I couldn't. I was drawn to the sound, like a moth to a flame.
I pressed my ear against the door, my breath coming in short gasps as I listened. I could hear the soft rustle of fabric, the creak of the bed, and the low murmurs of their voices. I knew I should leave, but I couldn't. I was trapped, a willing prisoner to my own curiosity.
I reached out, my hand trembling as I turned the doorknob.
The door creaked open, just a crack, enough for me to peer inside. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single candle flickering on the nightstand. Renate was on the bed, her habit pushed up to her waist, her legs spread wide. Karl was between them, his face buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her ass. I could see the outline of his cock, hard and ready, pressing against the fabric of his breeches.