It was the summer after his freshman year at college. Luke Delacroix was back in his easy suburban locality ; the form of sphere where people believe in the American language aspiration and sound off about their property taxis. Streets were lined with towering tree, forming an emerald ceiling, well maintained consortium waited behind pristine fences, and there were broad lawns that absolutely nobody used.

sitting in the middle of one such lawn, was a magnanimous white house. The owners would say that they were middle category, but the manicured lawn and 3 car service department both spoke of wealthiness. Inside the the marble-covered kitchen of his mammoth house just yesteryear noonday, dressed in a tank car ( sunshine Out, Guns Out ), and lose hanging acrobatic underdrawers hinted at an ass you actually could bounce a quarter off, was St. Luke Delacoix. He had a nice jaw, plump wide lips, and huge brown eyes framed by lash that would pee-pee a retarding force fairy jealous. To quote an ex of his : he was a douche, but he was a hot douche and you had to honor that. St. Luke grabbed an apple from a bowl on the countertop and bit into it as he spoke to his friend Darren on his phone, pressed lazily to his ear.

"No man I swear to god."He said in between bites."puss like you wouldn't believe. One biddy even asked me to do her in the ass."

"No way man no fucking way. Do you know how long I had to beg Jenny for that shit ?"Darren said.

Gospel According to Luke snickered."Nice one. But no man, I'm telling you college is the fucking best. I got plastered like every shtup day and the missy just love me. It fucking suction being back here. Everyone here is either a fucking townie or they 're old than be my mom."

"Its a fucking shame you're such a gay little fag then man, you 'll take send them my way."Daren laughed.

"Shut up man ! You're just jealous crusade you got ta listen to Jenny talk about her opinion and stuff."He shot back."How's it feel being whipped ?"

"Man you don't even know."Darren groaned.

"She been a actual bitc-"Luke stopped and stepped out on to the deck, shutting the sliding threshold behind him as his mother, a plump, cheerful woman with greying Robert F. Curl walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries."Nah man- I need to get my dick wet- Its been almost a week."

"What about Alexa ?"Daren said."She always had it bad for you. I bet you could at least get her to suck you off."

"God, then I'd have to stick my putz in her busted-ass mouth. I don't need fucking twisted teeth on my-"Luke's mother rapped on the drinking glass door and gestured at him.

Gospel of Luke sighed"Listen, man I got ta go. sing to you later."

Luke slipped his headphone into his pocket, slid open the glass door, and stepped back into the air conditioned bliss,

"St. Luke honey, the Moreau 's called. They were wondering if you would be capable to house and dog sit starting tomorrow."

St. Luke groaned at the prospect of work but then thought it over. The Moreau's were one of the loaded families in the suburb. They lived on the edge of the maturation, on a secret plan so big it could have got been called an estate. He could reach some serious cash doing that. Not that he needed it. But house sitting meant spending all day at their place, for maybe a week or two. Gospel of Luke's mom was smothering him at the planetary house. He could get away and decompress for a few days without her always getting in the way. Not to observe Ms. Moreau was hot. A lie with trophy wife if there ever was one. previous 1920s, nifty titty, big ass, and thoroughgoing smooth skin. St. Luke had blown his freight more times than he could count thinking about Ms. Moreau. He could probably take the air away from this with a couple pairs of her panties to jack up off into. But it would also signify stepping into the domain of her husband. Luke shivered. Built like an ox- Mr. Moreau was on the gameboard of some tummy and so the kids in the neighborhood just called him Mr. Rich. To tell the truth, Luke was a little frightened of Mr. Moreau. About a year ago, at the country ball club, where all the most outstanding fellow member of the suburban area were fellow member, Luke ran into Mr Moreau. Literally ran into him. He practically bounced off the man, landing flat on his ass. From the plush rug of the lobby, St. Luke said :"What the pit man ! watch where yo-"

Luke fell mute as he met the optic of the man towering over him. Mr. Moreau slowly scanned him lying on the floor, frozen midway through lifting himself off the carpet. Luke felt picked apart, his every defect analyzed, his visual aspect cataloged, until he felt as though he was totally naked on the plush rug of the rural area guild under an impenetrable gaze.

"You're mistaken."He said in a low barytone that made Luke's breath duty tour."You'd dear be more heedful, boy. Otherwise, you might run into trouble."With that, Mr. Moreau turned and strode off, looking more like a gladiator going into scrap than a businessman heading towards the tennis Court.

Luke didn't want to be in the guys house, even if he wasn't there.

But ultimately, the hope of escape from his own house, coupled with the possibility of going through Ms. Moreau's things won out.

"Yeah, I can do it I guess."Luke muttered, trying hard not to betray the excitement in his brain or his shorts."Did they say for how long ?"

"They said they should be out of town about two weeks. Is that too long ? I know you just go-"

"Nah mom, its perfect."Without pausing to serve his mom with the grocery, Luke turned and bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs, his dick pressing uncomfortably in his shorts until he got to his way.

It was a Brobdingnagian way, with dress strewn everywhere, and a few badger plants straining desperately towards the sunlight slipping through the drawn shades. Gospel of Luke stumbled around the piles of debris and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor while he stepped out of his underdrawers and boxers. Luke sat down on his bed and began to stroke his dick rapidly, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. Ms. Moreau and her enormous tits and firm ass came to his creative thinker. He thought of her knocker, straining to lam a tight black bra that was a thoroughgoing idiom to her modulate skin. He wanted to fight her up against the wall of mirrors in his way, luxuriating in the flavor of her silken scanty under his finger, and soft warmth of her ass. He would nip at her clavicle, tracing the line of products of her bone with his lips until he got to her neck opening, when he would pull up at her throat with his lips, feeling her moans vibrate through his tongue as he would suck at the tender skin of her neck. She would slowly attain behind her and untie the latch to her bra. She would tread back, cupping the bra to her bureau as the strap slid down her freckled shoulders. Then she would let the bra pearl and her teat would be on broad presentation. God, he wanted to see her so badly- he was sure that her tit would be perfect and attender. Saint Luke could almost try out her breasts as he imagined licking her bass brown nipples.

But even to a greater extent than that, Saint Luke wanted, Ms. Moreau to fall off to her knees, and yank down his shorts revealing his cock. She would peek up, staring Luke in the eye, daring him to say no, and softly wrap her slender finger around his ray of light. She would caress the head with the tip of her fingerbreadth, tracing around and then sliding back down to gently tug on his clump. Then, she would lick it from bottom to top, swirling her knife around its head teacher for what would seem like an infinity. Saint Luke could just imagine the coy look on her aspect as she would tantalize him, her glossa dancing across his pecker. Just when he couldn't take it any longer, just as his hands would start to move to the back of her head to force her to take him into her mouth, just then, her beautiful lip would suddenly engulf his turncock, taking it all the way into the book binding of her pharynx in an instant, staring up at him with her big green eyes. Her point would bob up and down as Saint Luke started to fuck her oral cavity. Caressing his balls as he stroked, he thought of Ms. Moreau sucking on them, licking them, and moving them in her mouthpiece. She would then take his cock all the way down her throat again, this meter gagging on it, as her massive delicate tits swayed back and Forth River. Her head would go up and down on his hawkshaw, then carry it out of her oral cavity for a second and bat it all the way from his orb to his caput, up the shaft.

He fell on to his backbone on the bed and kept rubbing his dick. His hand crept down, almost of its own will, between his legs towards his gorgeous ass. Luke's finger's traced the outline of his arse, daring himself to go in. He hesitated. He'd never done anything like this before. But he so wanted this. He wanted Ms. Moreau to do it. His finger began working, pushing against his asshole, probing at his entryway. Luke took a deeply breath and plunged his finger into his ass. His dorsum arched, feeling his middle finger pulling at his gob. For a secondly he just sat there, frozen, as he enjoyed the delight and pain that came with it. His body quivered and he bit his lip as he started to move his finger in and out of his ass. Gospel According to Luke's paw began to move in meter, stroking his cock as he fingered himself for the start clip. He imagined Ms. Moreau's delicate finger moving inside him, pulling at the dull ache inside him, her darkness hairsbreadth in disarray as she took him deeper into her mouth He rocked back and Forth River, trying to impale himself on his fingerbreadth. But his body couldn't take all this stimulation, and in an moment he went rigid, shooting a load onto his stomach and chest of drawers. He laid there gasping, trying to recover after his most brawny orgasm he'd had.

"I should do that More often."Saint Luke thought.

Luke felt weariness curl over him and began drifting off to catch some Z's, too tired to incommode to clean the steamy cum from his thorax.

The next morning Luke woke up to feel himself nude, his chest covered in his indurate cum. Blearily he rolled out off bed, his dick stiff with morning wood, and picked at the cum on his breast, flaking a little bit of it off. He turned to drop it on the floor, but hesitated. He'd always wondered what cum tasted like - always wanted to know what it was like for the girls that sucked his dick, and now was his probability to determine out. Slowly, he licked it off his digit and swallowed it, tasting its salty flavor as it rolled over his tongue. It was actually kind of toothsome, with a tang to it that made him want more. As he strolled to the shower, he wondered what sassy cum would sample like. Probably even better.

Luke slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Glancing at his trunk in the mirror, Luke grinned and flexed a little. He was a 19 yr old hockey game histrion, so of line he looked good- a nice chassis, not too encompassing, and a firm ass with a heavyset set of thighs. Steam began to fill the way as he looked at himself, absentmindedly playing with his dick He stepped into the shower and began rubbing himself down with max when a thought occurred to him. Slowly, his slippery finger's breadth traced their way down his chest towards his ass. Leaning one hand against the wall and sticking his ass out, he took oceanic abyss hint and pressed his finger's breadth against his asshole.Unlike the previous night, there was now no impedance Luke nearly collapsed as the lubed finger slipped into his ass and hit his prostate. It felt so damn good. No wonder girls wanted it up the ass if this is what happened. With his other hand he grabbed his rigid stopcock and started rubbing. His knees trembled as he slowly pumped it in and out and he thought of Ms. Moreau doing this to-

"Shit !"Luke said, yanking his fingerbreadth out of his ass."Fuck. I've got ta feed the dog."

Saint Luke stumbled out of the shower and yanked on his short circuit, not even bothering to find his boxers. He glanced at the clock as he pulled on tank top. It was almost 1 in the afternoon, and if he didn't get there quick, the dog would originate shitting inside the household. After grabbing some spare clothes and a charging cord, Luke ran down two trajectory of stair to the three car garage only to find that all three were gone.

"Fuck !"Gospel According to Luke said."Why do they all need a fucking car so blooming bad. Luke groaned and grabbed his expensive bicycle as if it were a job to cause a $ 2000 bicycle. He pedaled out of the garage, ambling through the obsessively manicured lawns of his arm. As he rode, he thought about Ms. Moreau- By the sentence he was halfway there he was rocking back into the seat. He was grinding his ass against the flaccid textile of his seat, pushing the fabric of his shorts into his blind drunk ass. Every time he went over a bulge, the seat pressed on his ass in a way that made his knee joint weak. He pedaled faster and faster, dodging between cars and the sprays of sprinklers. The mentation of Ms. Moreau's silk panty waiting for him spurred him through red lights. The Sooner he got to the house, the sooner he could satisfy his painfully throbbing putz. The suburban area fell away to the countryside and he arrived at the Moreau's manor house. A large gate sealed the land, but Luke just waved the key card that his sister was given when she watched the house last year and the gates parted. He pedaled up the expansive driveway, passing a few well-maintained topiary as the gate crashed shut behind him. The scowled at the common fields that seemed to stretch on forever. He couldn't even see the neighbor's land from there.

"piece of ass robust people."Luke said, conveniently forgetting that he himself was a screw rich person.

After a min he'd reached the massive front room access, leaned his bike up against the side and climbed the massive steps. The doorway was telling. Dark oak, at least twice as tall as Luke himself, but he barely had to it push to swing it open after unlocking it. Stepping through the antechamber, Luke drew a sharp, short breath. riches gleamed from every crevice of the large front room, with chaise lounges, chandelier, a fireplace, and couple Seth of staircases framing a room access as they spiraled up. The manor was four floors of wealth and power, with too many way to count.

Luke walked into the next room, a banquet hall. A massive table dominated the room. It looked like a matrimony of the past and present. There were glittering candelabras and picture by some major Impressionists, but also satiny flat CRT screen TVs and hide out LED accent light in almost every elbow room. He wandered into the lavish kitchen, and opened the fridge. One perquisite of business firm sitting for the superintendent rich was that they stocked the fridge well. Grabbing a brownie, he set his ass on the return and began to eat. He bit into the chocolate and looked around. A monumental window showed the gorgeous manicured lawn. There were marble countertops, gleaming faucets, and weirdly enough, Ernst Boris Chain looping down from the vaulted celling. It was if person took a fucking rook but only remodeled it below eye level in each elbow room. It was the Lapplander when he walked into a sitting room and looked up, gravy, chains and come-on."The Moreau's seriously need to evoke their decorator"Gospel of Luke thought.

Looking at the cavernous blank, a thinking suddenly jumped into Luke's nous."There's no one else here."

He was alone in this massive sign of the zodiac and he was uncomfortably intemperately, harder than he had ever been. He reached into his short and grabbed his shaft. Gospel of Luke grinned. He was alone. He was all alone and he could do whatever he wanted. He took a trench breath and after a moment's indisposition, pulled his low tank top over his chief, to expose his intone abs and tanned thorax. Then he hooked his thumb in the sash of his trunks and worked them down his legs. His tool sprung detached from his trunks and jerked painfully. He left his shorts and tankful top pooled on the lucullan rug beneath him

Luke's hard-on throbbed painfully in his hand."Shit."He thought."I don'’ t think I've ever been this concentrated ”. Luke took a breath and began to range around the vast estate. Just then, Saint Luke heard the phone of nails on a grueling floor, and twisted around catching a coup d'oeil of a monumental grey blur that came barreling around the corner and ran into him. Luke was caught off balance by a dog, dragging a leash, crashing into his knee joint, and fell to the ground. He hit the floor hard, smacking his stomach on the floor. He laid there for a second, stunned, nose pressed against the insensate marble floor- his fart knocked out of him, Gospel of Luke laid on the floor for a bit, trying to arrest his breather. Then he felt something cold and wet on his ass. He froze. The dog was sniffing towards his ass. The dog's nose inched closer and closer to his tiny motherfucker leaving a dampen trail on his consummate ass.

Gospel of Luke jerked away, and scrambled to his knee, but the dog gave a low growl. Luke froze. He knew, in a base, instinctive part of his brainiac, that if he moved the dog would snipe. So he stayed perfectly still, on all IV on the low temperature marble flooring. Gospel of Luke held still, his plump ass stuck out until the growling stopped. He took a deep breath and slowly started to be active his handwriting, but almost immediately the dog began to growl again. This thing was huge, taller than he was on all Little Joe. It must have weighed 140 pounds, all rippling brawn and taut sinew. The dogs nose nudged at his ass again and Saint Luke grimaced. He was going to have to wait this one out. He stayed there, tensed as the dog continued its examination.he felt a wet horn in prod around his stomach, his groin and then finally his taint. Suddenly, he felt a new sensation : the dog's spit on his ass. It scratched at him a trivial but felt lovesome and soft as it lapped at his salty, sweaty human body. Slowly, it made its way closer and closer and Luke bit back a yelp.

The dog's long spit reached his small shit. He'd never felt anything like it. It was galvanising. He could sense every single shot of the clapper, and he shook with delight. The dog was lapping away at his musky hollow, sending Muriel Spark up his spine. Luke gave a small-scale gasp. He could feel it as made its way into the crease and corner of his ass. Luke trembled and shook. He'd never known his trunk could feel this good, this alive. But his arms couldn't take so lots exaltation He collapsed to the footing, leaving his ass pointed up at the dog. He began leaning back into the dog, force more of the spit onto his ass. He could feel the tongue working its way deeper and deeper into his ass, and he rocked back and forth, his hips trying to shove that knife into his asshole. Luke moved in sync with the dog, surging back and Forth River. Muriel Spark danced around likes tender rosebud.The sensations of a long, wet clapper gently caressing his SOB made him beat with ill contained expectancy. Luke panted as the dog's tongue sent honest-to-god shivers up his spine. But he couldn't take it much longer. It was overwhelming ! His hips bucked and shook, and his cock trembled. Cum shot out, dripping onto the wooden floor. The dog stopped its ministration and shoved Luke aside to lap at the white puddle on the floor.

Saint Luke sat, stunned that he'd just got one of the most potent orgasms of his life sentence, from a dog.

"What the fuck is haywire with me."He thought."That felt stick. But what the fuck. What kind of sick ass has sex with domestic dog ?"

But a relentless thought kept bubbling up."I don't concern. I want more."

St. Luke stared at the dog, eagerly lapping up the pool of his cum. The fauna was huge, almost his weighting, made of taut muscle. He was potent. And warm. And that's when Gospel of Luke noticed the dog's dick. It was only one-half out of its sheath, but it must have been six inches already, mottled pink and grayness. Luke caught his breath. Already, vein were seeable under the skin, running like river channels along the dog's shaft. He wanted to touch it. He needed to touch it. Gospel According to Luke took a cryptical breathing time, and prepared to hybridize one more bridge.

Slowly, Luke placed a bridge player on the incline of the dog, and very carefully brought his other helping hand down the dog's tum. His mind was screaming at him to stop before he touched the pecker, but he knew he had to. He had to know what something so powerful felt like in his hired man. He gently brought his bridge player to the dick and with only a moment's hesitation, wrapped his willowy fingers around it. Luke let out a small gasp as he realized that his fingers only barely made their way around the dog's gumshoe, even in its semi hard state of matter. Almost unconsciously, Luke began to move his hand up and down the dog's dick, relishing the tone of its silky, sweaty peel. The dog's putz was so hot in his hands, and he relished the spirit of its veins under his finger. The dog whined and shuffled its feet, but stayed still for the most part. Gospel of Luke bit his lip as the dog's dick grew to its full distance, reaching nearly a animal foot in length and six inch around. He couldn't get his mitt fully around the gourmandize dog's dick. He'd suddenly become very cognisant of the fact that he was licking his lip. His sassing suddenly felt empty. He ached to have that farsighted hard peter in between his soft backtalk. He wanted that warmth deep in his mouth, into his throat, to receive it beat in his expression as he sucked it. He wanted to sample the dog's warm cum as it spilled down his throat, out the slope of his mouth and dripped down his face.

"It couldn't hurt to just taste it a little."He thought."Just for a second."

Luke leaned forward onto his genu, his left field had placed against the dog's flank while his right handwriting stroked up and down its skin. He ducked his head under the dog's stomach and found himself staring down the length of the shaft. His breathing was very shallowly, and his dick was rapidly returning to abominable levels of hardness. Less than an in from his case, the tip of the dog's dick waited, already dripping with pre-cum. He could smell the lather and musk of the dog now.

Gospel of Luke gently began to gently tug at the dog's hot peter, savoring it's silky grain and monolithic nervure that ran down it's length. As he stroked its length, the cock began to flip, and a bulbous greyback began to swell up along the pedestal of it. The dog let out a patrician whine and softly began thrusting his hips forwarded, fucking Gospel of Luke's handwriting. Luke licked his brim, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. His lips met the hot anatomy of the dog's dick, and he moved his brim around the swollen drumhead. The dog gave another easy whine, but became perfectly still. St. Luke was sure the dog would have been humping madly by this full stop, but he didn't head his luck and kept going. He began to bob his head, bringing his lip almost fully off of the hammer, feeling the thin pull of the dog's pasty pre-cum on his backtalk, then moving back down the length of the shaft. it was like nothing he had ever tasted before- the saltiness of the exertion combined with the high temperature of the stopcock made Luke lightheaded as he ran his spit down the base of the cock to strain the balls.

Ever so gently, Gospel According to Luke took one in his mouth, then another, relishing the way they sat in is oral fissure and the oink that he elicited from this mightily creature. Popping the ballock from his oral cavity, Luke cupped the nut in his hand and began to take on with them, at the Saami time, bringing his lips back up to the twitching psyche of the dog's cock. Grinning to himself a little at how he was able-bodied to realize this beast tie-up still with his mouth and hands, he set himself on taking as a great deal of the cock into him as he could.

Gospel of Luke took a slow up, shaky breath, shifted his legs backwards, and sat up on to his knee joint, the top of his head brushing agains the dog's warm belly. With excruciating slowness, Luke parted his back talk as he stared down the tremendous, veiny length of the multicolored cock, already wet with his spit. He turned his caput to the incline and set to work, this sentence savoring the velvety texture of the shaft as he slid is lips over it, breathing in to apply a fragile suction to its tremendous girth. Gospel According to Luke had now barely passed the head, but even so, his sassing was already quickly filling with the bulbous head. He pressed forward a few more inches, but found his conclusion could only get him so far, before the dick hitting the book binding of his lingua made him almost choking coil. Luke frowned around the dick in his mouth, and started to pull back. As he tried to pull himself off the dick, the detent hips bucked as a low growl emanated from its belly, shoving the stopcock forward into his mouth, rubbing the salty precum across Gospel of Luke tongue. The violence of the dog's thrust pushed Gospel According to Luke back, dragging his ass a few inches across the cold marble. From his position staring down the length of it's truly massive tool, he could see the powerful haunches, as well as hear the low grumbling that coursed through it when it grunted. This dog was a wolf, and St. Luke for the first base clock time appreciated that thousands of years of domestication can not fully remove a wolf's inherent aptitude. So, trapped beneath the beneath the belly of the beast, Gospel of Luke took a shivering inhale through his nose, and set about his project. He bobbed up and down on the cock, savoring its salty tang. Lukes rima oris would only go for so much of the flagitious barb in it at a metre, and so he reached a flaccid hand up to enwrap around the shaft as much as he could, luxuriating it's heat, and began pumping his hand in time to the easy rhythm of his mouth. As be bobbed his lips along the cock, building up a rhythm, he could find the dog, as well controlled as it was, slowly pulse it's coxa forward, forcing the massive cock further down his mouth. There was nada Gospel According to Luke could do but try and celebrate up with the pace the dog was setting as it humped his mouth, it's powerful haunches trembling as its slowly neared completion. Feeling the massive hound begin to shake and beat, Luke redoubled his efforts, feeling a primal desire to please this beast, to live up to it's urges, that nudged him onwards, pushing him beyond his fear into rabid desire. He sucked on the dogs prick with all the forcefulness he could muster, putting all his will into pleasuring the monolithic savage dick with his clapper as he sucked it as hard as he could. The pulsating rhythm of the cock's trembling gave him a beatnik to follow as he grasped the weighty balls of the creature, feeling their weight and power as the dog gave a low wimpier as his soft helping hand connected with it's globe. They were heavy and full phase of the moon, each taking up nearly his entire hand on it 's own. Savoring the velvety texture, he began to softly play with them, tugging them as his tongue continued its work along the beam. As he did so, Luke noticed a strange feature of this creature 's dick : about three one-quarter of the way down it 's beam of light, a definite hump was formed, swelling out to nearly double up the girth of the rest of the peter. Placing his free people hand on it, Luke could feel the protrusion was as ridge and unyielding as the rest of it.

'' What the fuck is that for ? '' He thought to himself as he ran his fingers up and down, building into a steady calendar method. `` Theres no fucking way that could fit inside anything. ``

Lukes neck was starting to cramp from the Angle he was situate at under the dog 's abdomen, and his pes had grown numb from the positioning, but he found himself determined to complete what he started. The dog was beginning to nip and mewl, shaking under his efforts, but strangely enough, not humping him, or ramming the cock down his throat. Feeling it's orgasm near, Luke gave a final biff along the length of the dogs cock, the salinity of the click sweat and precum intermixture as they hit his clapper, and stared down it's enormous mass one last time before engulfing it in his soft supple mouth once More as he picked up his already frenzied tempo that his manus were keeping. The dog's hip suddenly jerked in a spasm as a milky thick fluid spurted into Luke's mouthpiece. The salty jism coated his mouth and in a way that made him dick, but also mad him desperate for more. it was too much for him and the gouty arthritis of dog cum flowed from his mouth in hot streams that coated his mentum and jaw.

Sitting on the flooring, his lip filled with dog jizz, Gospel According to Luke faced a mortifying decision. He could either spit out the hot cum or swallow it. There would be no effect if he spat it out and wiped it up, but at the rachis of his psyche, he knew it would be a waste to project a way this gallant dog 's hot seed. So with cum leaking from his face and staring down the barrel of its cock, Luke took thick breath through his olfactory organ, and swallowed the dog's cum.

Turning away from his moral quandary, Luke realized he had to get the dog out of the house- it had been inside for far too long and would take to piddle, and he did n't want it on him. He stood up on wobbly legs, and to his surprise the dog let him, perhaps now sated by its orgasm. Slowly making his way into the future room, Luke opened the rear doorway to the family. He let out a whistle as he pulled open the sliding glass door, and then a gray run bolted past him. As the dog squatted in the skunk, Luke slammed the door shut and saw his reflection in glass. For the first metre since he came on the trading floor, he realized he was naked.

"But who gives a fuck."He thought"Its not like there's anyone here to see it."

In the shadowy corner of the overleap ceilings, amid the chains and hooks, a light blinked in reply .