<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Marguerite_Tuerny01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 1, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://yesiroleplay.webs.com/images/x-art_silvie_morning_to_remember-5-sml.jpg)</div>She saw the recognition in his eyes, and the horror.  Just what had he heard about her?  She wondered as she ceased her gyrations, panting slightly from earlier effort.<strong>"[A crime?]"</strong>She asked, her pretty face twisted in a frown of thought - thoughts jumping between that look she'd seen on his face and his question.  She'd never committed a crime in her life.  She blushed then.  Well, except that carnal relations between a white woman and a black man was apparently illegal in Deseret, but only for the black man.  And prostitution.  Her body had been sold over and over again, though she herself had never been proffered nor accepted payment.<strong>"[In California?]"</strong>She asked.<strong>"[No, I think not.  Unless it's prostitution to perform after a man sells you to another man?  I've never been paid.]"</strong><br/><br/>The tiny but intense flame under the pot flickered - meaning it would go out in only a second or two.<strong>"[How long?]"</strong>She asked.<strong>"[For how long did you buy me?]"</strong>She slipped free of his grasp and dismounted. lifting a leg sheathed in canvas-like cotton over him until she knelt beside rather than atop his half-nude body.<strong>"[They might come in, and besides - you can't let them see you like this...]"</strong>She explained  as she undid his belt and pants - indicating his throbbing erection.<strong>"[We have to take care of it quickly.]"</strong>Rapidly, she spread open his trousers and her quick dexterous hand fished in under the waist of his underwear to find and grip his thick shaft.<br/><br/>Expertly, she stroked the turgid beast, pumping from base to head in swift even strokes.  As she pumped she pulled - using her other hand to completely free his manhood from his clothing.<strong>"[I see you're close...]"</strong>She gave him a grin, turning her classically beautiful face to him as she knelt and pumped - the vigor of the action making her bare tits bounce and wobble in dangerous circular and semi-circular patterns.  Her face, so aristocratic and lovely in its pale perfection, twisted into a smile that transformed it into the beatific - she nearly glowed with an angelic halo. Which, in reality was an affect from gas-offs from the burning ghost-rock, but the perception remained.<strong>"[We can't have you making a mess.]"</strong>She teased, and she leaned quickly in, going down on him like a hawk on a defenseless mouse.<br/><br/>Her small fist still clenched around his lower shaft, pumping and squeezing and massaging the stiff flesh.  And her mouth- the mouth so pert and rosebud soft and so apparently delicate - her mouth engulfed his throbbing dick-head, cheek and tooth and tongue - especially, delightfully, and expertly her tongue. probed and prodded, licked and slathered, twisted and explored every surface of his bulbous growth.  Her soft lips seemed hard now, wrapped tightly around his shaft far down from the bulging head, sealed tight as her healthy lungs sucked at his flesh.  White, perfect teeth scraped as her clever pink tongue whirled slow and fast, circular and irregular - exploring every bit of his flesh with expert insistence.  The hard-pointed tip traced an outline around the base of his head, hooking in to catch the lip under the helmet - and then her tongue flattened - cupping the entire head in a tastebud-rough wet blanket.  And her soft far cheek bulged when her pretty head bobbed - the clear outline of his throbbing dick tracing along her inner cheek.<br/><br/>And her hands never ceased their efforts - gripping and pumping his lower shaft, tweaking, pinching, and pulling at his balls.  She seemed determined to suck his life away, pulling it by pure suction out from his throbbing dick.  No matter his protests or his questions - she made no answer.  It was after all, not polite to talk with one's mouth full.<br/>