Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... Please don't let me hold you up any longer."

"Thank you, your excellency. And my assistant, Kelly, will deliver those checks to your office this afternoon."

"That's of no concern," he lied, smiling all the while, "whenever it's convenient."

He had indeed been concerned about the non-consensual aspects of Ms. Kennedy's pets, but her assurances, and her more than gracious donations to his island, calmed his nerves considerably.

Morgan wasn't quite done yet. "And one more thing, your excellency. Kelly will also need to talk to your resort managers about the final disposition of my special friends. After the party is complete, that is. I'm certain that she and they can agree on a long-term plan for them."

He half-bowed. "I'll arrange for your assistant to meet with them. And I'll allow them to work out the details. I'm confident something satisfactory can be arranged."

Morgan smiled brightly. "Perfect, and we'll see you at the party," she said as she turned to reboard her ship.

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It was more like two hours later when Morgan, her luggage and her staff were fully loaded and ready to depart for her home at the resort.

It was called a bungalow. But it was more along the lines of a modern McMansion. With a half-dozen guest bedrooms, and a huge living area. And now it had a separate 'casita', for her special collection of playmates.

Normally her large staff filled the place, but for this trip she'd only brought along a tiny team of four. She'd ...

... allowed most of her aides to take the holiday season off, to be with their families.

She'd only brought along her chief admin assistant, Kelly, a chef who never left the kitchen, a ladies' maid, and a single bodyguard, her chief of security. And she'd pegged him, Mark, to be responsible for the new menagerie. She relied on him a lot. He was highly capable and good at many things.

Morgan knew that on Paradise Isle security wouldn't be an issue, so he'd have the time.

She giggled when she thought about how he'd have his hands full with the six of them. He was a big, fit man, and an ex-officer of the US Marine Corps, but still...

He could always call on a crew member, or two from the boat if he needed help. She was certain that any of those guys would happily volunteer.

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While Ms. Morgan and the others were busily moving into the main house, Mark wandered over to the new building. It was just across a sizable fenced yard from the main house. The fencing made it look more like a corral than a simple yard.

The fence itself was composed of horizontal white boards, like many of those around stables the world over, but this one was extended by several rows of electrified wire fencing that rose another meter-and-a-half up from the top rail. No one would be climbing out of that enclose.

He'd been briefed on what to expect. And part of that briefing had already convinced him to think of the building as 'the stables', but he was still somewhat confounded ...