137. Hot Night*

"Anyone approaching?" whispered Clara with a look of surprise and confusion. Her hands were still on both of Samuel's nipples, but the erotic mood had evaporated from the disturbance.

Samuel gulped. He nodded. His manhood was still tense, hoping to be pleased soon. But how could Clara possibly do it under these circumstances?

"That's bad!" whispered Samuel frantically. He felt stupid for not doing it in his bedroom. The room was more soundproof than the piano room. "Craps! I think Sofia understands that I'm having fun."

"It must be because I'm too loud," Clara was confused. She had never experienced such embarrassing things like this.

The sound of footsteps getting closer to the piano room, made Samuel panic half to death. He was unbelievably nervous, what would he do if someone came into the room?