An expertly aimed kick to the door sprang it open with a wrenching noise, and he disappeared into the hallway. Under the pretence of locking the front door, Camorra stealthily stole a look at the boy’s taut buttocks under his breeches as he ran. Sex With a nod to the driver, the cab departed for Benjamin’s uncle’s house. The moment he started to speak, Camorra cut across his abruptly. It was a bumpy ride over the cheap cobbles as they approached the poorer end of London, but a mercifully short one. Receiving no response, the uncle turned to Benjamin. At that point, Benjamin slid around Camorra, his arms out to placate his uncle. The cab halted outside a run-down tenament block, and Benjamin stepped down from the cab, and made his way to a doorway, sidestepping the drunk sleeping in his own vomit. The cab halted outside a run-down tenament block, and Benjamin stepped down from the cab, and made his way to a doorway, sidestepping the drunk sleeping in his own vomit. Quickly, they gathered together Benjamin’s belongings into a small trunk. Have a care, sir, for you know not with whom you deal.” His warning was met with a snorted retort, and the man exploded from his chair and dove for Camorra, moving unexpectedly fast for a man of his bulk.
