Uncle Steve’s friends were all really fun, and easy to talk to.Vanessa had on a cute polka dot, yellow bikini with ties on the sides. God she was ho...! Even the married guys were sneaking peeks when they could.I felt a little self conscious myself. Normally I wouldn’t have, because of my cute, hard body. But next to Vanessa, I felt very plain. Even though I had curves of my own, they didn’t compare to hers. Maybe Uncle Steve sensed this, because he came over to talk to me often. Or he would give. I called my slave Kristen in to help me comfort my sister. Kristen walked in the room smiling and asked me,” how is your little sexslave doing in here?"“Good" I said.” She just needs a little comforting so she can relax"."well, I think I can help you with that" she said. Kristen is very good at comforting slaves because she has such a soothing sweet sounding voice. Now Kristen and I were on either side of emily speaking softly in to her ears, first I said "it's okay Emily, we are here to help. The hotel has been for more than forty years the mecca for country visitors to Melbourne. It is centrally located close to the business didtrict, and was upgraded significantly about ten years ago. It retains the charm of yesteryear, comfortable, but not in any way modern. Having checked in, the "bellhop" took us, and our luggage, up to our room, and gave us a tour of the accommodation.He was a sorry-looking individual. Wearing the traditional porter uniform, well-worn and shiny with too many. She was naked, and had about as perfect a body as I could imagine. I kissed her and brushed my hand along her cheek, down over her right breast, through the curve of her belly to her pubic mound, and sliding over the top I massaged her labia gently, my penis hardening. Her breath caught and she flushed a little and she smiled. In all of ten seconds she grew restless, spreading her legs wide apart, but I teased her a little. I kept rubbing slowly instead of rolling on top of her. Her breathing.