Sir
sir-calledSir called. He said very little, as usual. "Boy, be here at 7:30". He didn'thave to say anymore. He knew that i would arrive, open the door, strip offmy clothes and kneel in the foyer. He knew that i would wait. If he took oneminute or three hours. He knew. His boy would wait. And so, after a day ofnegotiating with colleagues and clients, of being in charge, sometimesenjoying the little victories and sometimes pissed because i didn't win, iwas walking to Sir's townhouse. My cock ached...