"Be right back milady," he said and hurried over to the down passageway.Rosie watched as he walked over to an elderly woman who was looking around in ... confused manner. Sean bowed and said a few words to the woman who smiled at the young Irishman. He picked up her bags and led her back to the staked out portion of the room."This is Mrs. Day-Lewis," he said to Rosie and Jamie. "She's traveling to meet her daughter in America. It's her first trip on the ocean and I thought she would make a good. "Whip me," she said huskily, "whip me hard with your belt." She offered up her bottom to me, I stood up and dangled the belt down in front of her so she could inspect it, she kissed its broad leather surface. I took it to her rear end and stroked it against her cheeks, playing it across each one in turn, then gently returned her kiss, slapping the leather on each high spot leaving a bright red lipstick imprint. "Please whip me until I beg you to stop," she pleaded. The belt dangled ready. “Am I really that disgusting to look at?”I rolled my eyes.“No fever, at least,” he murmured. “Was it something you ate?”I shook my head. “Drank,” I croaked.“Too much whiskey?”Fuck, he knew me. He read the look of shame on my expression and laughed.“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently taking me into his arms. He lifted me off the floor and carried me back to my room.“What if I throw up on you?”“There’s this great invention I have to tell you about, Celie,” he said, pressing his lips. I am no match for that kind of temptation. I slowly descend onto him, wrapping my lips around his thick manhood. Mmm, so salty as I bob on his swollen knob before sliding my tongue down his shaft to his beautiful, cum-filled balls. I plant sensual kisses on each of his plump balls and lick the inside of his thighs before squeezing his thick shaft and guiding him back into my eager mouth. I gush as I hear him moan, he's still sleeping while I milk his pretty pud, his precum starting to ooze.