“Good idea,” I said. Mr. Wrinkles was such a cute name. Looks like someone likes to spoil his pets. I wonder what he would do for a lover? I pictured myself in a bathtub, with Julius washing my chest, my back to his as one of his hands slid down to take my c**k in hand…Caught up in my fantasies, I didn’t realize until I heard footsteps on the staircase that Julius had left and was talking as though I was right behind him. I rushed from the room to catch up.
“…so look under the sink for the bowls and the dog chow,” he was saying.
“Okay, yeah sure,” I replied, hoping I hadn’t missed anything vital. Near the front door was a small table where keys and other items were kept in a bowl. Julius removed one of the keys and gave it to me.
“Use this to get in. I’ll get it back from you when I see
