Mr. Aronoff's car, with his driver, not him, comes to pick us up in the evening. We must first drop off Tanya and Ana at their homes, and Tanya gives...me a peck on the cheek as she leaves, saying, "Good luck. You'll do fine. Be not afraid."My cellular telephone rings. It is Mr. Aronoff with instructions. They are short and too the point. When I am dropped off, go to room number 477, and do nothing until I am given an envelope with money. Count the money in the bathroom, and then do as I. Monique, our older sister, looked surprised herself and held out her arms wide to receive Mandy in a big hug. Maybe it was the stress of the day or the remnants of my sexual frustration from the dream while we had been flying. Whatever the case, the sight of Mandy and Monique hugging was turning me on. I watched them hold each other, hugging fiercely, and fought the urge to join them. Not for the joy of seeing Monique, but for the feel of their bodies pressed to mine.I shook my head and looked. “Hey, Layla. Is your brother home?” he asked. She raised her head and slowly shook it. The camera was still placed behind her. “Doing some homework?” She nodded. He took one of the sheets, and threw a quick glance at it. “Jamie Morgan? That's not your name,” he stated, “are you doing your classmates' homework?” She at him, the look in her eyes confessing her misbehavior. He put the sheets back on the table and said: “You know that this is against the rules, right? You can get kicked out of. But I managed to stuff my girls in along with the little pad so you don’t see my nipples getting hard when I get horny (like I always do). And I headed to the gym, when I got there I couldn’t believe how beautiful our yoga instructor was. She was Puerto Rican, with a perfect ass, smothe brown skin and the most perfect set of perky C cup tits I’ve ever seen. She must have caught me stairing at her, because she gave me the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen as she came over to introduce herself. “Hi”.