The night guard's duties extend far beyond the estate's walls, but tonight, they lead him to the rec room. The pool table's green felt beckons him, and he leans against it, unzipping his pants. His cock springs free, already hard from the thrill of his secret. He strokes it slowly, his mind filling with fantasies of the wild parties that once raged here. His grip tightens, his rhythm increasing as he approaches the edge. With a low groan, he comes, his hot seed spilling onto the table, a silent testament to his nightly transgression.