Rowen, acting as the island's official representative had already boarded the cargo boat. His cell phone had been equipped with an RFID reader to proc...ss their visitor's passports.Waylon wanted to be in the middle of the action, but had decided to let Arman and Rowen run the show. He trusted them, and it was time he acted like it. After the vessel had docked, he'd make his way down to the port and mingle with the guests.His cell phone chirped. He had an inter-island call from Rowen."Problems?". I went back to the motel that night after stopping for a heavy carbohydrate dinner. Burgers and fries and even a chocolate milk shake found its way onto my tray. Once in the room I checked to see if there was a wifi signal. Of course there wasn't one in the budget motel. I rested for an hour to give the heavy meal time to settle, then went back to a drive inn restaurant who advertised wifi. I bought a coffee and sat at a booth checking my email."Watching porn," the young looking, but. She stood at the side of the bed, allowing the crop rest against my arm, the crop rising and falling as I stroked my cock. “Slower” she said, she flicked her wrist and I felt the sting of the crop as it landed on my forearm. I winced, the momentary pain racing towards my hand. I was only stroking my cock about once a minute, she ran the crop over my chest, the small leather end barely touching my skin, feeling like a feather.I could feel the temperature rising in my cock, instinctively I sped. But I don’t know much about dancing.”“Huh, you guys are shy. Look at this uncle, dancing like drunken bear. I don’t think you will dance worse than him. I will teach you. Come, let’s dance.”I loved this Delhi side. In South India, I would have to wait for the right moment to talk with her and that too she should be alone. But here no one noticed our conversation and moreover, this girl, who I met few minutes ago, is asking me to dance with her. Dj put “aa ande amalapuram..” song and she.