Sean Judson had prospered quickly in the few short years he had lived in the United States. He owned four riverboats, two outright and two in partners...ip. He claimed the Irish Princess as his personal boat and captained her ninety-eight percent of his on river time.In 1852, Sean met and married a beautiful Creole woman, Odette, from Naw'lins. Sadly, for a second time, Sean's wife died in childbirth. That second child was Marie.Marie was the mirror image of her mother, dusky complexion, jet. ” she said, staring at me wide-eyed. “Where are we going?”I sighed and turned towards her again. “Oh yeah,” I replied, “I forgot.” I took a small black scarf from one of her seats and blindfolded her with it, knotting it tight behind her head. Then I took a wide leather collar out of my bag and fastened it around her neck, yanking her after me with a short leash that was linked to it.We went down the corridor outside her hotel room and towards the elevator. She tried hard to walk dignified. ” Ultimately, my mood is irrelevant and the places I have it limits my choices. But I still always want it. My husband Rock likes to describe his role in our lives like this: Imagine a zealous and perpetually horny but clueless and incompetent pimp who falls in love with his one and only whore. He wants her always in whore mode and whores her out, but almost always forgets to charge for her services. He enjoys getting her properly used - fucked always and often, sometimes hard and roughly.What. I was losing control as ecstasy was taking over me. I sucked her boobs so hard that after 15 minutes of sucking her boobs shone brilliantly in day light because of my saliva spread all over them.I then undid her petticoat which was only a knot away to be down. And as it went down, there she stood in front of me stark naked. I looked at her cunt and they were extremely dark with a few pubic hairs forming the outer line of her pussy lips. I just could not resist and placed my fingers in between.