He was dressed in traditional Haiti grab. Or so he said it was. To me he looked as if he was wearing a grandmother's MUU-MUU. He wore a pointy cap and...was covered in beads made of alligator bones. He smelled of incense. This alone made my head spin.Anyway he had a little suitcase with ingredients. You know the usual voodoo priest stuff. Swamp water, nutria eyes, frog lips, alligator tongue. This is the usual voodoo priest fare. He introduced himself to me as Dr. Boudreaux. Then he went into my. The sun was very warm and the chilled beer was hitting the right spot.We were on the upper deck, aft of the ship, above the promenade deck where people were mingling, sunbathing and drinking, it was mid-afternoon and our spot, though by the stairway, was quiet, as most were on the main deck below us.He came up the stairway as I sat with one leg raised on my seat, and as he looked in my direction he was greeted with a clear view of my crotch, I was unaware of him until the last moment, but by. "Please daddy, fuck me harder!" I said with a heavy moaning breath. He did as I asked and fucked me harder. "Oh yes, daddy!" I kept going and going. Then he stopped."Looks like my girl needs more fingers." He tried to get four fingers in, but my pussy was too tight so he went for three. He fucked my pussy so hard and so fast. "OH DADDY! You're gonnamake me cuuuuuum!!" He had stopped licking me and focused only on making me cum with his fingers."Yes, baby, cum for daddy!" He kept going and going. She said to me, "How did you get her. I dream of owning a slave but have no idea how to even start."I said, "We can talk about that later. First things first. Tori get your paddle."Tori went to my room and came back with the paddle. She had to take off her thong and then a short tug on the leash and she was across my lap. I handed the paddle to Jody and said, "I think ten smacks should be good to start with."Jody was not sure what to do or how hard to hit her. She finally smacked her a little.