I felt really excited and very……hot, it was amazing once again.”He answered. “That’s exactly how I feel now.”“I really want to watch you... I promise.” I insisted. He reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock and began to rub the wet leaking good all over the head. I watched every move he made. He slowly began to stroke himself for me.“Why don’t you just lean back and pretend that I’m not here.” I suggested.He did as I asked and he leaned against the arm of the couch. My legs were still. Not that the painting itself was anything special, but because hidden behind it was a safe... and, according to her sources, Colin Foster had a weakness for ancient wristwatches which he collected... and for which he was willing to pay fortunes! Spotting her target Georgina, changed direction and eased her way towards the wall. From the bedroom the woman's voice demanded that her partner fuck her harder and Georgina was pleased - this just had to be the perfect distraction for a burglar!. I collected my wallet, placing it into the handbag, then slowly crept towards the door. My heart galloped and my legs began to shake, taking one last deep breath before opening the door. I pushed the cleaning cart out of the room, leaving it on the balcony, then started making my way down the hallway towards the car park.As I made my way down the steps, Fiona pulled up, sounding the horn and motioning for me to get in. I was terrified that the sound would draw attention and that someone might. Phil... our accountant. Older than most of us... late thirties... and pretty shy. He was done up as... well he was SUPPOSED to be Mick Jagger... but he was wearing a double-breasted grey suit and a trilby. I stepped into the lift... worried about the reaction from the two guys I didn't know... they moved aside, Phil waved... Peter... looking good... okay... so I didn't REALLY think the two guys would be fooled, but I 'm allowed to dream... :) Not any more. They were quiet all the way down... my.