Hell yes, he’s a certified “professional” now. Indian Sex He looks down and sees that he has actually come without even being aware, the small white puddle already staining the floor. He even planned out a schedule for her:
530-600: Wakeup and do all that morning time shit
615-645: SHOWER (self note: jerk off time!)
700-1500: Worktime (spend time fantasizing about her)
1515-1830: SHE’S BACK, nighttime shit (steal food off her table, she’ll never notice)
1845-1915: SHOWER (jerk off again)
1930-???: Watch TV, do work stuff (boring)
Sleep is whenever: Stand by her window and jerk off while staring at her sleepy face. Giving one last look back at his pretty, unconscious Danielle, he makes a mad dash towards his car, the next few seconds being a blur as he speeds off, watching the commotion in his rear view mirror. He stole some of her things out of spite, smashed some on the ground then buried them underneath piles of trash, called her many, many obscene names when he was absolutely sure no one was watching.
