<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/61/b8/ea/61b8ea02a0715bbae17677191ccb3d80.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Xavier</a>pressed the dual throttles forward and felt the power of the perfectly synchronized motors pushing him forward and lifting the hull of his<a class="link link--external" href="http://www.radioislandmarina.com/files/Image/C340%20Pursuit%20Running1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">runabout</a>out of the crystal blue water.  He had been up before dawn, video conferencing with London and Brussels.  He came out to the other side of the island just to watch the sunrise.  He suspected the girls would be sleeping late.  He had let them get to know each other a bit and get used to the kind of lifestyle he could provide for them.<br/><br/>Now though, it was time to put them to the test.  He smiled at the thought, each of their faces (and bodies) flashing through his mind.  Today would be the start of their training.  As they all discovered just what it was they were willing to do to please him, and what he was willing to do to reward that pleasure.  He piloted the boat in a wide arc, avoiding the rocks of the eastern cove, then making an approach to the small marina sheltered just below his estate on the northern end of his private island.  While he had homes one three continents, this was his favorite and most suitable to the training regimen he had planned for the girls.<br/><br/>Secluded yet luxurious, the staff had laid in supplies for an extended stay and fresh food was just a daily plane trip away.  The staff would remain a few more days, training the girls in their various roles and responsibilities of a more domestic nature.  He would handle their erotic training personally and with luck he might even learn a thing or two, though that would take some doing.  He idled the engines as he coasted the last few feet perfectly, stepping onto the dock and easily securing the lines.  His usual dockhand standing by, unnecessarily  as usual, in the event anything was needed.  "Good morning John....are they up yet?"  He asked but didn't wait for an answer as he walked briskly up the steps to see how the girls had recovered from their last night of partying as free girls.