Were you greet me at the door and ask if I will dance with you. Of course my love. To hold you in my arms, your head snuggled under my chin against my...chest is heaven. I adore the closeness we have while dancing and you relax as I put my arms around you, to support you and hug you close. You close your eyes, secure in the embrace of your beloved and I begin to caress your back with my fingertips, appreciating the fact that you have already removed your bra for the day. My fingertips touch you. You are to write the same and I will read it. And I told you to use pictures. Everywhere you describe something and there's a picture of it, use a picture. I want it to be as visual as well as descriptive." Yes, Master," Dani sighed, realizing that this might not be that much fun.Standing up, Robbie leaned over and sucked one of Dani's delectable nipples into his mouth, his hands coming up to caress and squeeze her breasts."Oh, Master," Dani sighed, one hand resting softly on the back of his. Lotus, the slave who had been known for the past five years for his chestnut curls just sighed and shooed Rusty away. The kitchen was hectic, and he had to attend to other insubordinates. Rusty, a Brazilian boy, quickly made Mr. Caldwell’s drink and rushed back into the ball room. His master’s guests were applauding wildly as Pink and Fauna came out onto the stage. Rusty attempted to look away, but like any heterosexual boy, he was aroused by the girls. Pink was crawling before Fauna, her tits. The desk was piled high with books, stacks of paper, empty coffee cups and various office supplies. The chair he waved her to was the only thing in the office that wasn't covered with reading material."So his real name is Kris?" he asked."Kris Farmingham," said Lola, nervously. "You don't even know his name?" He's very private. Authors are strange ducks, Miss..." Lola." Authors are strange ducks, Miss Lola," said the man. "He's done very well for us, but he's very secretive. His last book sold.