Not since the funeral."Huh? Yeah, Dare. What is it?" He looked at me with some surprise and I think he was used to my silence."I ... We..." I looked a... my three brothers who were sitting on the floor because it was cooler than our bed, " ... need a Master." Ahhhh..." The big Indian licked his lips and blinked at me and I wondered if I'd chosen the right words or not."A new Master," I tried, keeping my eyes on his. "For us." Right. Yeah, well..." he cleared his throat, " ... I'm not exactly sure. Soft silk covers my eyes and it smells of The Angel, as if the scarf had been around her neck and I let her tie it behind my head. I am hers now, I know whatever she wants The Angel can have and I shiver to think that what she wants is me. I ache for her touch, but the hands have gone, only her fragrance remains, filling my mind like a fog and I hear the unmistakable sound of silk swishing against nylon and I know she is taking off her panties and my heart races as I feel them caressing my. ”“Well these are good and I’m looking forward to seeing your other work. Also Mr. Miller has sent a request for some work he needs for the Hugo Boss layout, however I believe it can wait until tomorrow or the next day. You know that you are scheduled to go to Italy for the Hugo Boss shoot next week, don’t you?”“Yes Mr. Miller’s secretary told me this morning.”“OK then I’ll see you around three or four. Tell me something, what is your first impression of out little firm?”“Well being an artist. The loser gets spanked the number of times the difference between the winning score and losing score.”Ann thought for a second and laughing, finally said, “Sure, but we better limit the number to a max of ten spanks. I’d hated to bruise my hand on your ass when you lose by twenty or thirty points today.”“Okay, ten it is, but remember if I lose by ten on the scoreboard I get the points, which is six. That means I only get four slaps on the ass, deal?” he said.“You are on luv. I’m going to enjoy.