They all had rooms ready for them at the Holiday East Motel on the island.The Holiday East motel loved us even with the corporate discount they were g...ve us. They even provided us the direct line to the courtesy van phone for faster pickups and were sending Marcy the number of rooms available each day in an e-mail, if we needed their help.Our former country ride vans picked up all 35 at the motel and brought them and their baggage to the Morton Field restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast we. How long have I been doing this?"Trust me, and now single word answers; you have been a good girl so far. Take your right hand and caress softly around your navel. Do you understand?" His low voice comes through with the music.With my eyes still closed, I feel as if he is next to me. His voice is a caress which traces a warm touch all over my body, awakening feelings I yearn for, and some I had never felt. "Yes, Sir," is all I reply."Good girl." He is silent for what feels a long time.The. . even better ... even better...” I found myself answering hoarsely, just unable to pull my eyes away from her.Pleased, she let go of my hand and took a step back. Straightening her shoulders, she asked me “Tell me, beta ... do my breasts look like they are sagging?” she asked matter of factly, eager to have my opinion.“Oh no, aunty ... not at all ... not at all ... in fact ... umm ... they look ... umm ... bigger...” I gasped, turned on immensely by the manner in which she asked me for my. Did you know she began training you from the first day you could stand? There’s a reason why I don’t spar with you. It wouldn’t do you any good as you’d kick my butt.’ ‘Really?’ I don’t believe it. My Dad, a person who runs his own dojo, who is so fluid and graceful with a bo staff, seriously believes I’d beat his ass. ‘Yes, and it’s even worse now.’ Dad shook his head. ‘The past four weeks you’ve added focus and intensity. Sometimes I watch you and I see Kisara. It’s uncanny.’ ‘Okay, for.