Yes

The sound of the garage opening is enough to pierce the fog of your pleasure. You panic and realize what you're doing. You're going to get fired, maybe even blacklisted for this. You frantically rehide the dildo and put the boxers back in the laundry basket.

You can hear the Smith's coming in through the garage door and you throw your clothes on as fast as you can. You realize you can't find your panties, but there is no time to do anything about it. You get your pants on and smooth out the comforter on the bed.

With seconds to spare you slip out the bedroom door and shut it. You slow your breathing and begin tip toeing down the stairs. The Smith's round the corner to see you coming down. They give you a quizzical look.

"Just checking on them." You say.

Instantly they are reassured. Confident that you were the right babysitter for the job. They pay you, and as you hoped it's a huge payday. Everything is working out perfect when Mrs. Smith asks how you got to the house.

"Oh I took a rideshare." You say.

"Oh ok, I'll have Cameron drive you home dear." She offers.

Sudden panic grips you, or maybe it's lust? You remember his giant cock and that currently you aren't wearing any panties.