It didn’t hurt any that Emma had lied to her about me owing a big company back home.Sylvia really was quite sophisticated. She talked about going to...Broadway plays, going to the Opera, and meeting celebrities. She ate in fine restaurants, went to Europe often, and had money that her dead husband had left her. In fact she was only on that ship to let loose, get fucked, and blow off steam where her friends wouldn’t see her. She also made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t about to whore herself. He was literally holding her up because her knees were weak and trembling. She could not understand how a good person like herself would end up with a man like this. She chastised herself for that thought because he was now her lawfully wedded husband. She stole a glance his way and shuddered. He wasn’t handsome at all. He had a permanent leer on his face and it made her skin crawl. How could she live with this man? How could she let him touch her? She didn’t know. All she knew was she must.. At least not until his thrusting got more frantic. Then just as I realized the problem he gave one big thrust and held my head as he stopped moving.The feel of that first shot hitting the back of my throat almost started me cumming. It hit hard and the second shot hit even harder. There was no thought about spitting anything out, I just swallowed as fast as I could until there was no more to swallow.As he relaxed that final thrust his cock left my mouth and I could see it was already. A grin suddenly stretched my face, remembering that old joke about the red schoolhouse: You'd be red too, if you had eight periods a day. I suppressed a chortle."Okay," I began again. "What infraction didn't you commit this time?"Grumbling incoherently, Sara yanked one hand, then the other against the tough leather cuffs. By the time she limped out of this room an hour or so from now, her wrists and ankles would all be angrily raw, despite the heavy padding on the cuffs. I sighed, thinking of.