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Perhaps I was being overly paranoid about this job. Granted, it was going to be easy, but I couldn't fool myself. It had young boy dicks a while since my last robbery. Or should I say…robbery attempt. In all my years as a thief, I have never been caught. Not even close. My last job was a farce at best. I had gotten too cocky and some young armed security guard caught me red-handed. I was lucky I escaped with my life. That was young boy model young over a year ago. I was so distraught over that incident that it took me a while to muster the courage to pull off something new. I couldn't help but think I was getting myself in over my head with this one, but maybe that was the whole point. Shouldn't a thief of my caliber have a comeback this spectacular?
I walk over to the mirror and take a good look at myself, squinting my blue eyes at and messing up my own short, spiky dirty-blond hair. "You…" I point at myself with a stern look. "You had better get your act in gear, Stuart, or you might not come home tonight." young boy erection nervously glance over at my equipment and sigh. "No, shut up. Don't you remember having a good feeling about tonight? You can do this." My equipment stares back at me with contempt for ever doubting them or myself. What was I so afraid of? _
Twenty-three hundred hours, and time to head out. When I arrive outside the museum, I peel off my trenchcoat to reveal a skin-tight black full-body young boy dick over my lithe form. From there, I tighten my boots, slip on my ski mask and goggles, belt, supplies, gloves and side satchel to put my beautiful new treasure in. Then, I feel this need to check over my equipment yet again. Why was I doing this? It's almost midnight and here I am worrying about my equipment failing like an amateur. "C'mon, Stuart, pull yourself together, old boy." I reassure myself. "This is a nothing job. You'd be more challenged by breaking into an airport locker."
I crouch down on a rooftop overlooking the floor my treasure is on. I look through my night-vision binoculars and I see some guards roaming around, but not as many as I expected. I can't see young boy dick treasure itself, but I know it's in there.