Moreau turned and strode off, looking more like a gladiator going into combat than a businessman heading towards the tennis courts. Turning away from his moral dilemma, Luke realized he had to get the dog out of the house- it had been inside for far too long and would need to piss, and he didn’t want it on him. His hips bucked and shook, and his cock trembled. He wandered into the lavish kitchen, and opened the fridge. Luke took a breath and began to wander around the vast estate. The dogs nose nudged at his ass again and Luke grimaced. Popping the balls from his mouth, Luke cupped the balls in his hand and began to play with them, at the same time, bringing his lips back up to the twitching head of the dog’s cock.
