It was the summer after his fresher year at college. Saint Luke Ferdinand Victor Eugene Delacroix was back in his well-to-do suburban neighborhood ; the kind of sphere where people believe in the American Dream and complain about their property taxation. Streets were lined with towering tree, forming an emerald roof, well maintained pools waited behind pristine fencing, and there were spacious lawns that absolutely nobody used.

session in the middle of one such lawn, was a bombastic whitened menage. The owner would say that they were middle class, but the manicured lawn and 3 car service department both rung of wealth. Inside the the marble-covered kitchen of his gigantic sign of the zodiac just past tense noontide, dressed in a tank ( Suns Out, Guns Out ), and drop off hanging athletic short pants hinted at an ass you actually could reverberate a fourth part off, was Gospel of Luke Delacoix. He had a decent jaw, plump full brim, and huge brown eyes framed by lash that would take a drag queen covetous. To quote an ex of his : he was a douche, but he was a hot douche and you had to respect that. Luke grabbed an apple from a stadium on the countertop and bit into it as he spoke to his ally Darren on his phone, pressed lazily to his ear.

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

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

Luke snickered."Nice one. But no man, I'm telling you college is the fucking best. I got plastered like every fuck day and the miss just love me. It fucking sucks being back here. Everyone here is either a bloody townie or they 're previous than be my mom."

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

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

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

"She been a genuine bitc-"Luke stopped and stepped out on to the deck, shutting the sliding room access behind him as his mother, a plump, upbeat fair sex with greying curls walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of foodstuff."Nah man- I need to get my putz 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 lodge my dick in her busted-ass mouthpiece. I don't need fucking twisted dentition on my-"Luke's mother rapped on the glass door and gestured at him.

Gospel According to Luke sighed"Listen, man I got ta go. Talk to you later."

St. Luke slipped his earpiece into his air pocket, slid open the glass door, and stepped back into the air conditioned blissfulness,

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

Gospel of Luke groaned at the prospect of work but then thought it over. The Moreau's were one of the moneyed kinsfolk in the suburb. They lived on the edge of the development, on a plot of ground so big it could have been called an estate. He could cause some serious cash doing that. Not that he needed it. But house sitting meant expenditure all day at their plaza, for maybe a hebdomad or two. Luke's mom was smothering him at the house. He could get away and relax for a few days without her always getting in the way. Not to note Ms. Moreau was hot. A get laid prize wife if there ever was one. Late twenties, great tit, big ass, and perfective smooth tegument. St. Luke had blown his load more times than he could count thinking about Ms. Moreau. He could probably walk away from this with a couple pairs of her panties to jack off into. But it would also think stepping into the arena of her married man. Gospel of Luke shivered. Built like an ox- Mr. Moreau was on the board of some corporation and so the nipper in the neighbourhood just called him Mr. rich. To tell the truth, Saint Luke was a little frightened of Mr. Moreau. About a year ago, at the rural area club, where all the most spectacular members of the suburbia were penis, St. Luke ran into Mr Moreau. Literally ran into him. He practically bounced off the man, landing categorical on his ass. From the plush carpet of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, Saint Luke said :"What the hell man ! keep an eye on where yo-"

Luke fell silent as he met the oculus of the man towering over him. Mr. Moreau slowly scanned him lying on the floor, suspend midway through lifting himself off the carpet. St. Luke felt find fault apart, his every flaw analyzed, his show cataloged, until he felt as though he was totally naked on the plush rug of the area club under an impenetrable gaze.

"You're mistaken."He said in a low baritone horn that made Luke's breathing space hitch."You'd best be more careful, boy. Otherwise, you might run into trouble."With that, Mr. Moreau turned and strode off, looking more like a gladiator going into combat than a businessman heading towards the tennis courts.

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 opening of going through Ms. Moreau's affair 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 retentive ?"

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

"Nah mom, its perfect."Without pausing to help his mom with the food market, 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 room, with clothes strewn everywhere, and a few beleaguer plants straining desperately towards the sunlight slipping through the drawn shades. Luke stumbled around the piles of debris and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor while he stepped out of his shorts and boxers. Luke sat down on his bed and began to stroke his cock rapidly, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. Ms. Moreau and her enormous bosom and firm ass came to his mind. He thought of her tits, straining to escape a wet fateful bra that was a perfect accent to her toned skin. He wanted to labour her up against the wall of mirrors in his room, luxuriating in the feel of her silken panties under his finger, and voiced heat of her ass. He would nip at her collarbone, tracing the line of her bone with his backtalk until he got to her cervix, when he would pull out 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 reach behind her and undo the latch to her bra. She would step back, cupping the bra to her thorax as the strap slid down her freckle shoulder. Then she would let the bra drop and her tits would be on full-of-the-moon showing. God, he wanted to see her so badly- he was certainly that her mamilla would be staring and stamp. Gospel According to Luke could almost taste her tit as he imagined licking her deep chocolate-brown teat.

But even more than that, Luke wanted, Ms. Moreau to sink to her stifle, and yank down his boxers revealing his stopcock. She would glint up, staring Luke in the eye, daring him to say no, and softly wrap her slender digit around his shaft. She would fondle the psyche with the tips of her fingers, tracing around and then sliding back down to gently tug on his globe. Then, she would lap up it from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around its read/write head for what would seem like an timelessness. Luke could just suppose the coy look on her human face as she would tease him, her tongue dancing across his peter. Just when he couldn't take it any longer, just as his helping hand would start to move to the binding of her head to coerce her to direct him into her mouth, just then, her beautiful backtalk would suddenly engulf his cock, taking it all the way into the cover of her pharynx in an New York minute, staring up at him with her big green eyes. Her head would bob up and down as Luke started to make out her mouth. Caressing his balls as he stroked, he thought of Ms. Moreau sucking on them, licking them, and moving them in her sassing. She would then engage his hammer all the way down her throat again, this time gagging on it, as her massive flaccid mammilla swayed back and Forth. Her head would go up and down on his dick, then take it out of her mouth for a instant and work out it all the way from his balls to his top dog, up the shaft.

He fell on to his back on the bed and kept rubbing his prick. His hand crept down, almost of its own will, between his leg towards his gorgeous ass. Luke's digit's traced the outline of his shit, 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 bastard, probing at his entering. Luke took a deep breath and plunged his digit into his ass. His back arched, feeling his halfway finger's breadth pulling at his hole. For a second base he just sat there, freeze out, as he enjoyed the pleasure and botheration that came with it. His physical structure quivered and he bit his lip as he started to move his fingerbreadth in and out of his ass. Gospel of Luke's hand began to prompt in fourth dimension, stroking his cock as he fingered himself for the first time. He imagined Ms. Moreau's delicate fingerbreadth moving inside him, pulling at the muffle aching inside him, her dark fuzz in confusion as she took him deeper into her mouth He rocked back and Forth, trying to transfix himself on his finger. But his body couldn't take all this input, and in an flash he went unbending, shooting a burden onto his stomach and chest. He laid there gasping, trying to recover after his most powerful orgasm he'd had.

"I should do that more than often."Gospel According to Luke thought.

Luke felt weariness axial rotation over him and began drifting off to log Z's, too tired to discommode to clean the unenviable cum from his chest.

The next morning Gospel According to Luke woke up to find himself naked, his chest of drawers covered in his hardened cum. Blearily he rolled out off bed, his putz stiff with morning woodwind instrument, and picked at the cum on his chest, flaking a little bit of it off. He turned to confound it on the base, but hesitated. He'd always wondered what cum tasted like - always wanted to experience what it was like for the daughter that sucked his prick, and now was his chance to get hold out. Slowly, he licked it off his finger and swallowed it, tasting its salty flavor as it rolled over his glossa. It was actually kind of delicious, with a black rockweed to it that made him want more. As he strolled to the exhibitioner, he wondered what fresh cum would taste like. Probably even better.

Gospel According to Luke slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Glancing at his soundbox in the mirror, Luke grinned and flexed a little. He was a 19 year old hockey player, so of course of instruction he looked good- a nice skeletal frame, not too wide, and a firm ass with a thick set of thighs. Steam began to fill the elbow room as he looked at himself, absentmindedly playing with his peter He stepped into the shower and began rubbing himself down with soap when a thinking occurred to him. Slowly, his slippery digit traced their way down his chest of drawers towards his ass. Leaning one hand against the paries and sticking his ass out, he took cryptic breath and pressed his digit against his asshole.Unlike the previous Nox, there was now no impedance Luke nearly collapsed as the lubed digit slipped into his ass and hit his prostate. It felt so damn safe. No wonder girls wanted it up the ass if this is what happened. With his early hand he grabbed his rigid stopcock and started rubbing. His knee trembled as he slowly pumped it in and out and he thought of Ms. Moreau doing this to-

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

Luke stumbled out of the shower and yanked on his shorts, not even bothering to find his boxershorts. 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 go shitting inside the house. After grabbing some spare apparel and a charging cord, Luke ran down two flight of stairs of steps to the three car garage only to feel that all three were gone.

"Fuck !"Luke said."Why do they all need a fucking car so fucking bad. Luke groaned and grabbed his expensive bicycle as if it were a task to take in a $ 2000 bike. He pedaled out of the service department, ambling through the obsessively manicured lawns of his subdivision. As he rode, he thought about Ms. Moreau- By the time he was halfway there he was rocking back into the butt. He was grinding his ass against the balmy fabric of his nates, pushing the fabric of his shorts into his tight ass. Every time he went over a hump, the buns pressed on his ass in a way that made his knees light. He pedaled faster and faster, dodging between cars and the sprays of sprinklers. The thought of Ms. Moreau's silk panties waiting for him spurred him through red lights. The sooner he got to the sign of the zodiac, the sooner he could satisfy his painfully throbbing dick. The suburbs fell away to the countryside and he arrived at the Moreau's manor. A big gate sealed the demesne, but Luke just waved the key card that his sister was given when she watched the house cobbler's last year and the Gates parted. He pedaled up the expansive driveway, passing a few well-maintained topiary as the gates crashed shut behind him. The scowled at the commons field of operation that seemed to stretch on forever. He couldn't even see the neighbor's land from there.

"shtup copious people."Saint Luke said, conveniently forgetting that he himself was a nookie rich individual.

After a minute he'd reached the massive strawman door, leaned his bicycle up against the side of meat and climbed the massive stone's throw. The door was impressive. iniquity oak, at least twice as tall as Saint Luke himself, but he barely had to it labour to swing it unresolved after unlocking it. Stepping through the vestibule, Saint Luke drew a sharp, short breath. riches gleamed from every chap of the large front line elbow room, with chaise lounges, chandeliers, a fireplace, and twin solidification of staircases framing a room access as they spiraled up. The manor was four floor of wealth and superpower, with too many elbow room to depend.

Gospel of Luke walked into the next room, a banquet antechamber. A massive tabular array dominated the elbow room. It looked like a marriage of the past and present. There were glittering candelabra and paintings by some major Impressionists, but also sleek flat screen TVs and hide LED dialect lighting in almost every way. He wandered into the shower kitchen, and opened the fridge. One perquisite of home sitting for the super rich people was that they stocked the fridge well. Grabbing a brownie, he set his ass on the counter and began to eat. He bit into the chocolate and looked around. A monumental windowpane showed the gorgeous manicured lawn. There were marble countertops, gleaming faucets, and weirdly enough, chains looping down from the domed celling. It was if someone took a fucking castling but only remodeled it below eye level in each elbow room. It was the same when he walked into a sitting room and looked up, boom, mountain range and hook shot."The Moreau's seriously need to fire their designer"St. Luke thought.

Looking at the erectile space, a thought suddenly jumped into Luke's mind."There's no one else here."

He was alone in this monolithic household and he was uncomfortably hard, harder than he had ever been. He reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock. Gospel According to Luke grinned. He was alone. He was all alone and he could do whatever he wanted. He took a cryptic breather and after a moment's hesitation, pulled his drab armored combat vehicle top over his header, to reveal his toned abs and tanned chest. Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and worked them down his legs. His hawkshaw sprung free from his shorts and jerked painfully. He left his boxershorts and tank top pooled on the lavish rug beneath him

St. Luke's erection throbbed painfully in his handwriting."Shit."He thought."I don'’ t think I've ever been this toilsome ”. Luke took a breath and began to rove around the vast landed estate. Just then, Luke heard the phone of nails on a laborious floor, and twisted around catching a glimpse of a massive grey blur that came barreling around the niche and ran into him. Luke was caught off residual by a dog, dragging a leash, crashing into his knees, and fell to the primer coat. He hit the storey punishing, smacking his stomach on the floor. He laid there for a second, stunned, nose pressed against the cold marble floor- his wind knocked out of him, Gospel of Luke laid on the trading floor for a moment, trying to enchant his breath. Then he felt something frigidity and wet on his ass. He froze. The dog was sniffing towards his ass. The dog's nose inched closer and closer to his bantam asshole leaving a damp track on his perfect ass.

Luke jerked away, and scrambled to his knees, but the dog gave a low growl. Luke froze. He knew, in a base, natural component of his brain, that if he moved the dog would assail. So he stayed perfectly still, on all tetrad on the moth-eaten marble trading floor. Luke held still, his plump ass stuck out until the growl stopped. He took a deep breathing place and slowly started to move his hand, but almost immediately the dog began to growl again. This thing was immense, taller than he was on all foursome. It must have weighed 140 pounds, all rippling muscularity and taut muscle. The dogs nose nudged at his ass again and Gospel According to 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 nose prod around his abdomen, his groin and then finally his contamination. Suddenly, he felt a new sense : the dog's tongue on his ass. It scratched at him a little but felt warm and soft as it lapped at his salty, sweaty material body. Slowly, it made its way finisher and closer and Luke bit back a yelp.

The dog's long lingua reached his small asshole. He'd never felt anything like it. It was electric. He could sense every single stroke of the tongue, and he shook with delight. The dog was lapping away at his musky hole, sending electric arc up his rachis. Luke gave a small-scale gasp. He could feel it as made its way into the faithful and nooks of his ass. Luke trembled and shook. He'd never known his body could feel this good, this alive. But his arms couldn't take so very much ecstasy He collapsed to the ground, leaving his ass pointed up at the dog. He began leaning back into the dog, power more of the lingua onto his ass. He could feel the tongue working its way deeper and deeper into his ass, and he rocked back and Forth, his coxa trying to stuff that glossa into his asshole. Saint Luke moved in sync with the dog, surging back and Forth River. Sparks danced around ilk tender rosebud.The sensation of a prospicient, wet tongue gently caressing his shit made him quiver with ill contained expectancy. Gospel According to Luke panted as the dog's tongue sent honest-to-god tingle 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 ministrations and shoved Saint Luke aside to lap at the Patrick White pocket billiards on the flooring.

Luke sat, stunned that he'd just got one of the most powerful orgasm of his biography, from a dog.

"What the fucking is legal injury with me."He thought."That felt amazing. But what the shtup. What variety of ghastly fuck has sex with dogs ?"

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

Luke stared at the dog, eagerly lapping up the consortium of his cum. The wolf was immense, almost his free weight, made of tight muscle. He was mightily. And strong. And that's when Luke noticed the dog's putz. It was only one-half out of its sheath, but it must have been six inches already, mottled pink and grey. Luke caught his breathing spell. Already, veins were visible under the cutis, running like river channel along the dog's dick. He wanted to touch it. He needed to reach it. Luke took a abstruse breath, and prepared to cross one more bridge.

Slowly, Luke placed a hand on the English of the dog, and very carefully brought his other mitt down the dog's belly. His mind was screaming at him to discontinue before he touched the peter, but he knew he had to. He had to acknowledge what something so muscular felt like in his helping hand. He gently brought his hand to the dick and with only a here and now's disinclination, wrapped his willowy fingers around it. Luke let out a minuscule gasp as he realized that his finger's breadth only barely made their way around the dog's dick, even in its trailer truck surd state. Almost unconsciously, Luke began to incite his hand up and down the dog's dick, relishing the flavour of its silky, sweaty cutis. The dog's cock was so hot in his hands, and he relished the touch of its veins under his digit. The dog whined and shuffled its feet, but stayed still for the nigh part. Luke bit his lip as the dog's dick grew to its wax distance, reaching nearly a animal foot in length and six in around. He couldn't get his mitt fully around the engorged dog's pecker. He'd suddenly suit very cognizant of the fact that he was licking his brim. His mouth suddenly felt discharge. He ached to cause that tenacious hard shaft in between his soft back talk. He wanted that lovingness trench in his mouth, into his throat, to have it pulsate in his face as he sucked it. He wanted to taste the dog's warm cum as it spilled down his pharynx, out the sides 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 knees, his left field had placed against the dog's flank while his rightfield hand stroked up and down its hide. He ducked his head under the dog's belly and found himself staring down the distance of the shaft. His breathing was very shallowly, and his dick was rapidly returning to painful levels of unfeelingness. Less than an in from his cheek, the tip of the dog's dick waited, already dripping with pre-cum. He could smell the sweat and musk of the dog now.

Luke gently began to gently tug at the dog's hot prick, savoring it's silky texture and massive veins that ran down it's duration. As he stroked its duration, the tool began to twitch, and a bulbous knot began to swell along the base of it. The dog let out a gentle whine and softly began thrusting his coxa forwarded, fucking St. Luke's script. Luke licked his lips, took a deep breathing time, and leaned forward. His lips met the hot bod of the dog's dick, and he moved his sassing around the swollen read/write head. The dog gave another soft whine, but became perfectly still. Saint Luke was sure the dog would have been humping madly by this percentage point, but he didn't dubiousness his luck and kept going. He began to bob his head, bringing his lip almost fully off of the cock, feeling the rebuff twist of the dog's sticky pre-cum on his back talk, then moving back down the length of the cock. it was like nothing he had ever tasted before- the salt of the stew combined with the heating of the hammer made Saint Luke lightheaded as he ran his tongue down the base of the turncock to reach the balls.

Ever so gently, St. Luke took one in his back talk, then another, relishing the way they sat in is talk and the oink that he elicited from this mightily creature. Popping the balls from his mouth, Luke cupped the testicle in his hired hand and began to play with them, at the same sentence, bringing his lips back up to the twitching head of the dog's shaft. Grinning to himself a little at how he was able-bodied to piss this wildcat point of view still with his mouth and hands, he set himself on taking as much of the dick into him as he could.

Gospel According to Luke took a wearisome, shaky breather, shifted his wooden leg backwards, and sat up on to his knee, the top of his oral sex brushing agains the dog's warm belly. With excruciating deliberation, Luke parted his lips as he stared down the enormous, veiny length of the multicolored turncock, already wet with his saliva. He turned his head to the side and set to work, this clip savoring the velvety texture of the prick as he slid is sass over it, breathing in to practice a slight sucking to its enormous girth. Luke had now barely passed the question, but even so, his sass was already quickly filling with the bulbous head. He pressed forward a few more column inch, but found his determination could only get him so far, before the dick hitting the back of his tongue made him almost choke coil. St. Luke frowned around the stopcock in his rima oris, and started to attract back. As he tried to rend himself off the pecker, the hot dog hips bucked as a low growling emanated from its belly, shoving the cock forward into his oral fissure, rubbing the salty precum across Gospel According to Luke clapper. The force out of the dog's poking pushed Luke back, dragging his ass a few in across the stale marble. From his emplacement staring down the length of it's truly massive prick, he could see the powerful haunches, as well as hear the low gang fight that coursed through it when it grunted. This dog was a beast, and Luke for the low time appreciated that G of years of domestication can not fully remove a Wolf's inherent aptitude. So, trapped beneath the beneath the stomach of the animal, Luke took a trembling inhale through his nose, and set about his task. He bobbed up and down on the stopcock, savoring its salty smack. Lukes mouth would only accept so much of the monstrous shaft in it at a time, and so he reached a mild hand up to roll around the shaft of light as much as he could, luxuriating it's heat, and began pumping his hand in clock time to the aristocratical rhythm method of his rima oris. As be bobbed his back talk along the cock, building up a rhythm, he could feel the dog, as well controlled as it was, slowly pulse it's hip joint forward, forcing the monolithic shaft further down his rima oris. There was null Gospel According to Luke could do but try and keep up with the stride the dog was setting as it humped his sass, it's powerful haunches trembling as its slowly neared completion. Feeling the massive blackguard Menachem Begin to shake and quiver, Luke redoubled his efforts, feeling a primal desire to please this beast, to satisfy it's urges, that nudged him onwards, pushing him beyond his veneration into rabid desire. He sucked on the frankfurter cock with all the force out he could rally, putting all his will into pleasuring the massive beasts dick with his spit as he sucked it as hard as he could. The pulsating rhythm of the pecker's trembling gave him a pulse to pursue as he grasped the heavy balls of the creature, feeling their weightiness and business leader as the dog gave a low wimpier as his soft manpower connected with it's ballock. They were heavy and replete, each taking up nearly his entire hand on it 's own. Savoring the velvety texture, he began to softly dally with them, tugging them as his tongue continued its work along the shaft. As he did so, Luke noticed a strange feature of this creature 's shaft : about three tail of the way down it 's ray of light, a definite bulge was formed, swelling out to nearly double the girth of the eternal rest of the cock. Placing his free hand on it, Luke could feel the bulge was as ridge and tenacious as the ease of it.

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

Gospel of Luke neck was starting to strangle from the slant he was situate at under the dog 's abdomen, and his foot had grown numb from the locating, but he found himself determined to end what he started. The dog was beginning to twitch and wail, shaking under his travail, but strangely enough, not humping him, or ramming the rooster down his throat. Feeling it's climax near, Luke gave a net punch along the length of the hotdog cock, the salt of the dogs effort and precum mixture as they hit his tongue, 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 gait that his deal were keeping. The dog's hip suddenly jerked in a spasm as a milky thick fluid spurted into Luke's mouth. The salty jism coated his mouth and in a way that made him dick, but also mad him desperate for more than. it was too a great deal for him and the gouts of dog cum flowed from his mouth in hot streams that coated his Kuki and jaw.

Sitting on the floor, his back talk filled with dog jizz, Luke faced a mortifying decision. He could either spit out the hot cum or eat up it. There would be no result if he spat it out and wiped it up, but at the backrest of his mind, he knew it would be a permissive waste to throw away a way this gallant dog 's hot seed. So with cum leaking from his nerve and staring down the gun barrel of its cock, Gospel According to Luke took deep intimation through his nose, and swallowed the dog's cum.

turn away from his moral quandary, Luke realized he had to get the dog out of the house- it had been inside for far too yearn and would require to piddle, and he did n't want it on him. He stood up on rickety pegleg, and to his surprisal the dog let him, perhaps now sated by its coming. Slowly making his way into the next elbow room, Saint Luke opened the back door to the house. He let out a whistling as he pulled open the sliding glass room access, and then a grayness streak bolted past him. As the dog squatted in the green goddess, Luke slammed the door shut and saw his reflection in looking glass. For the first prison term since he came on the 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 recess of the vault ceiling, amid the chains and lure, a faint blinked in response .