We chatted for a while and I asked him if he was coming onto me which he said no to a couple of times but in the end he said what if he was. I said I ...hink that would be ok. He asked me if I would take my top off for him if he asked so I said he needed to ask. So he asked me to take it off. So I stood up and took the top off. Then he asked if I would take my bra off and I said only if he took his shirt off which he did. So I climbed on to the bed and straddled him and let my big tits spill out. The next morning, after our potty breaks, I had Ron climb back in bed on his back and I spend easily twenty five minutes getting more intimate with his dick inside my mouth. I was getting better with it no doubt but he pushed and flipped me around and had me mounted from behind before I could giggle out my delight completely. He pounded me like I had been his wife for years.. But I was not. I endured the pain and thunderously joined him in orgasm, loving the knew feelings he was forcing onto. After the usual treatment, cupping, his fever abated, but as he was about to rejoin his ship, the frightening rash appeared.The pox spread like a spring flood with no respect for age or social class although the very young and the enfeebled elderly seemed to make up most of the long death lists that appeared in the newspapers of both Georgetown and Alexandria. At M'Kenna's Disappointment both Jenny and Elizabeth helplessly watched their children die of raging fevers with pus filled pock marks. Jennifer was silent for about half a minute, then she nodded. “Should I call you David, or maybe Mr. Ransome, or Sir, or Master?”“Anything you feel comfortable with, my little loving submissive. There will be very few things you will be allowed to choose, so I’ll let you decide on that. I will say that I think calling me Mr. Ransome sounds awfully formal and Victorian, but any of the other three would be fine. Now as to our destination, we are going on our honeymoon and that is all you need to.