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A couple of turns and he was moving around the edge of the building where the Islands food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.

The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.Simply type in the letter for the screen then the camera number, hit enter and that's what you saw.He bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.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.Seeing her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round, Edwin slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched her dry herself.

She moved too quickly for him though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.Threads: The Island By: Jammy Jimmy Author's note: This story contains incest.It also contains lots of other action, and I should warn you now -- it's not a short one-page jerkoff story.I've got three more novel-length tales written and a fouth nearly completed. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.It had begun with his friend Danny's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.