Sifu Tso stood in her doorway, admiring her as she packed. His heart grew weary as he realized he would deeply miss her presence, what bothered him more was his overpowering desire to make her his. "What a beautiful flower you have blossomed into," he commented to her. "Thank you, Sifu. However, I owe it to you for whipping me into shape," she smiled, pausing and looking towards him. She decided to take a break to rest on the bed beside her suitcase. Sifu Tso gazed at her, feeling his entire being come to life as he admired her feminine form. He slowly moved towards her, stopping short of touching her. Makayla could feel her entire body come to life and pulsate as he stared at her. The energy building up below her belly button intensified as images of him making love to her invaded her mind. She could feel his hand tangled in her hair pulling her head back as he looked deeply into her eyes. "Sifu?" she questioned softly. "I am not your Sifu anymore,” he grunted as he dove deeper inside of her. Makayla gasped for air as she pulled herself out of his trance. She stood to her feet and looked at him. He was smiling, seducing her with his charm.
