His mind was always drifting to that night and what he was going to do. The family also had the internet, so Summer would think about the character he...would create to chat online with; usually a female. Summer almost never said he was a cross-dresser. He loved to make guys cum while they chatted with him. Summer was much more computer literate than his parents, and would erase everything before they had a chance to look. Summer awoke one Thursday morning thinking back to the night before. He. She watched as it entered the cave and, just around the first bend, it saw a carefully concealed interior wall that kept the heat in and scavengers out.The interior wall was crudely built, as would be expected given who erected the barrier, and the tiny drone had no problem sneaking through one of the myriad small gaps formed where the wood met the stone of the cave wall and ceiling.Inside the barrier, the cave was a charnel pit. Bones littered the floor leaving only a slim path that wandered. ”“Thanks. Did you hear from your private investigator friend?”“Yes. He agrees that you should call Dustin’s mom and ask for access to the photos. I was thinking you could say you were preparing a portfolio of your work and need some items from that timeframe. You know, Dustin had promised you and it’s affecting your business not being able to show your work for four or five years.”“Do you think that will work?” she asked.“We’re not sure, but Patrick, that’s my friend, thinks the answer, either. My push was deliberate and her scream lasted as long as it did. I did not put my head in and pause like most men. My cock was now buried and my groin was against her ass cheeks. I pressed her hips into the pillows. She held her body tense for a few moments. When I felt her body relaxing just the slightest I leaned down and spoke into her ear again, “You are my anal slut now.”When she heard that she exhaled. She tried to speak and I knew the guttural sounds were her attempts at a “Yes Sir.” I.