My owner stood beside the bed, looked down on me. I glanced at the bulge in his pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips. He smiled, knelt down on the be....“Do you want my cock?” He kept his voice low it was hoarse. “Yes”, my answer was another moan, I heard the longing. He chuckled and opened his pants. As he pulled them down, I saw his cock, hard and erect. It sent a twang of longing through me. The thick, black hair on his balls reminded me of his fur in his other shape. But I had no time to. "We were in front of the space and Daddy took the key out of his pocket. Laurie grabbed it from him and worked at getting it in the lock. Daddy held it still for her and she pushed in the key and twisted it, using two hands.The door was a metal swing door with hinges on the side. Once Daddy took the lock off and slid the latch toward the middle of the door, he was able to open it. The space was small; I found out it was what they call a five by five. Which means that each side is somewhere. Her breath was short when she saw how really good looking he was. “Damn. I’d give anything for a night with him” she thought. She was just about to open her door, when she saw him stop at the door next to theirs. “Oh Shit. This is fate or luck” she thought. The man smiled at her, as he then inserted the key card into the lock. Then Gina, not known for any filters said, “Well hi there neighbor. I’m Gina?” and held out her hand.The man turned to her and smiled briefly and said, “Hello. I’m Ethan”. I was the only one who directed the outrageously complex traffic of MTS. Every semi-truck breakdown, every flat tire on a bobtail, every misdirected destination for this or that van was my personal pain in the ass. The odd thing? I loved it. It kept me from thinking too much about my Rozelle and how much I missed her. But invariably that changed at 5:00. At closing I would seek out my therapist at the Mustang B&G, either Juniper or Barry depending on the day or the shift. Sometimes, I thought.