On top of that he had a burial to organise for Danny on the Island. Reaching the bottom he turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened. XXX “Em, okay. It wasn’t her intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed. Casually he glanced around and seeing no-one he slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door. Do it.” His fist was pumping rapidly up and down on his cock, his eyes fixated on the screen. She moved too quickly for him though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
