"Your black boyfriend wants to fuck you again". It was my master after just checking the messages on his phone. The devil on my shoulder purred with delight. He wants me again!! The angel on my opposing shoulder arguing that it was not such a good idea. "When", I said ignoring the angel. "During his lunchbreak", my master responded, "it will have to be a quickie if you are up for it". We headed through the toll gates at T...

It was raining buckets at circular quay. People scurried to escape the deluge, their bright umbrellas bobbing along the harbourfront walkways. My Master ushered me to a table under the awning of a popular city restaurant, Rossini. Table 209. We sat and chatted enjoying the vibrance of the city. He stood suddenly and greeted a young African man who approached our table and invited him to join us. My curiosity peaked. Who w...