The lounge was very quiet, just a few passengers and crew sat at the tables and not drinking much- all no doubt thinking there but for the grace of Go... etcetera- so I was able to spend much more time than was usual with my lovely wife. I wished I could tell her what had happened and how my early life now had the closure I had always felt it needed, but decided that perhaps it would be better if I just kept my mouth shut and instead concentrated on our future together.We eventually docked two. I went up the curving stairs to the landing indicated by Mr.Roberts, and found the cupboard with bed linen. I then proceeded to open doors to see what was available for sleeping purposes. Most of the rooms looked as if they had not been used since the nineteenth century, but I came upon one which, almost before I turned the doorknob, seemed to open of its own volition. I walked in and the first thing that I saw was a truly magnificent four poster bed. It was of gargantuan proportions with. She could hear someone fumbling at the lock just as she arrived, drew back the bolt, and popped the door open.A tall, broad woman was standing on the outdoor landing, a trench coat d****d over her shoulders like a cloak, revealing a silver babydoll with matching panties and heels. Enormous breasts bulged over the top of the straining brassiere, and the gauzy, hanging fabric of the babydoll did little to cover her olive skin overflowing with curves upon curves. Wild, kinky, black hair cascaded. I-Bar hadn’t started in on her yet due to his vacillating over the fact that she was a Fed, but that didn’t stop him from inflicting minor humiliations when the opportunities presented themselves. After being tied to the railing for almost three hours, the woman could no longer avoid her body’s demands and she had released her bladder where she sat. Her jean-clad legs and underwear had soaked up a lot, but there was an obvious puddle spreading around her on the deck.I-Bar had personally turned.