He turned around, knowing his master always enjoyed sight of his tight little ass. James blushed, looking back at his visitor, “no sir, I have someone. Sex Lonely without a man to fill you up?”
James looked back at the computer, but the screen still had the regular dark square. Do you work today?”
“No sir. I…”
“SILENCE.” The voice commanded him, and James fell quiet. James couldn’t help but gasp, and the man smiled. “No, I’m meeting him at the Carousel.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth James regretted it, for the black man smiled even wider at the mention of the infamous sex theater. “What are you doing playing around all alone, boy? On the edge of town there was a dilapidated park, harkening back to the city’s better days, that butted up against the forests that extended beyond the city. After about 10 minutes, a familiar voice echoed through the computer, “that was quite a show James. He just appeared in the house and attacked me! “Yes sir, I understand.”
“OK, I will see you then. Tugging at the collar that rested around his neck, black leather, slim with a silver buckle, he sat down, still just dressed in his boxers, to receive the message.
