Give me a hickey, leave your mark.”Mark sucked while Traci pressed her tit into his face. Finally he pushed her up. She looked at her breast and tur...ed around so she was facing me. An inch from her nipple there was a red mark the size of a quarter. Smiling, she said, “My stud marked me. Do you know what that means?”I said, “Tonight your his.”“His what? What am I?” “You're his slut.”“That's right, I'm his slut. I'll do anything for him and when he's finished with me he'll give me to his friend. She was right, I enjoyed our time together and was quite looking forward to having someone to talk to over dinner. Getting back to my cabin I picked up the wretched book and found that I got into it straight away, it was me that was the problem. I devoured forty or so pages before I showered and prepared myself for dinner. Cassie was already seated at a table when I walked into the Dining Car, I looked at my watch and found that I was actually early. She stood and smiled at me as I approached.. We can find our cabin number on the salon side as well as on the promenade side."Jesse dutifully opened one of the large double entrance doors to the salon and held it open for Marie to enter first.Jesse gasped as he entered behind Marie, "Good heavens, I didn't realize these boats were so luxurious. You warned me, but still..." Luxury indeed.The Cincinnati class boats, as opposed to the more common work or packet boats, were especially built for luxurious and leisurely travel. The salon on the. I think her name was Sharon or Shella. Something like that. He took all of his savings out of his bank. Sold his house and left. He didn’t even bother to tell me where he was going. He wanted to start a new life. That meant leaving the past behind. I was his past. I was too much like my mother for him to handle. He loved her so much that seeing me always brought him to tears. I forgave my father long ago. I didn’t have the heart to blame him for everything that has gone on. He had to do what he.