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“Well it certainly was for me, she didn't cost me a penny.” Emily giggled. “Well she will make you a fine profit then when you sell her.” and both of them laughed uproariously as if turning poor white girls that had just arrived in the country into slaves was a huge joke! Of course Tracey didn't want to be sold, this was just a game as far as she was concerned. A game that had gone too far maybe and she shouldn't of agreed to let it go this far but still just a game that she could put a stop too. Like the other girls she was dismissed and walking back to their hut they found their clothes inside and despite the heat it still felt good to be covered again. As evening fell and knowing that her husband was away Tracey took all her courage in hand and marched up to the house and demanded to see Emily. Emily feigned surprise to see her, “I expected you up here before but I assumed you were enjoying your new life too much.” she grinned. Tracey demanded an end to the situation and blowjob that she thought it would be best if she ended her visit in the morning and spend her time back at the hotel while she arranged the train back home. To Tracey's surprise Emily did not put up much of an objection. She had expected her to protest, tell her that the blacksmith was due back soon etc. especially as she was so highly appraised, but Emily seemed to accept Tracey's decision and apart from making her spend her last night at the plantation still in the fancy girls hut she was most agreeable. The next morning Tracey was quite excited, she was disappointed that this trip had not turned out to be the long stay she had hoped for but she knew that to stay any longer would almost certainly result in her enslavement, something that was exciting in night-time fantasies but not so in the reality of broad daylight! With barely a farewell from Emily Tracey was soon on her way on the long journey by buggy to town. The buggy and slave driver had been loaned by Emily and the conversation was sparse between the two and the time before she was outside the hotel seemed to last for ever. There was good news and bad news when she enquired at the reception desk, the hotel had a room for her, the bad news was the fact that she could not get on a train home until Tuesday, six days time. The prospect of spending six days in the barely adequate hotel by herself did not feel her with joy but she had no choice and she soon found herself unpacking in the same room as she was in before, with her view over the platform. The six days passed as slowly as she thought they would, she asian spent most of her time alone in her room only coming out for meals which were held in the large dining room which was often frequented by saloon girls looking for business and men all to willing to give it to them. The male guests of the hotel japanese were rather rough and shabby and looked upon Tracey with suspicion, and of course lust, she had reverted to wearing her northern style dresses which showed off her ample cleavage to its best effect. Despite continuing to wear her rather prominent and large wedding ring she soon found herself with a few suitors, men who instead of admiring her from afar would come up and try to woe her. She allowed these men to talk to her and occasionally buy her lunch but any signs of further intent were politely but firmly rebuffed, she was after all a married woman. One such man was a Mr Johnson who seemed to cling onto her like a limpet and seemed to be besotted with her even though she did nothing to encourage his advances. Indeed she was really rather rude to him at stages but he seemed oblivious to this. The simple fact was she found him an overbearing bore and she had no physical attraction to him at all, he was at least twenty years older than her and more than a little overweight, in fact he reminded her quite a lot of her husband, a definite negative! On more than one occasion though she found herself at the dinner table with her listening to his inane chat and smiling sweetly while she pretended not to notice him staring down the front of her dress. And then disaster struck, one day before her train home was due she was at such a dinner when she idly looked over to the other dining tables and was shocked to see that not ten feet away sat the appraiser who had so thoroughly and intimately examined her at Emilys. She quickly buried her head in the menu, the appraiser was sitting with another man and was in deep conversation and did not appear to of noticed her, which was the way Tracey wanted to keep it, he believed her to be a slave. There was also the embarrassment of knowing where the man had poked and prodded her, places Mr Johnson could only dream of having access too. For the rest of dinner Tracey could only sit there and agonise over circumstances until the moment came, when she knew it would, when out of the corner of her eye she saw the dreadful man stand and approach her table. “Unusual to see a girl such as yourself in such surroundings.” he said looking gown at her with a Big Boobs glint of triumph in his eyes. “A girl such as myself Sir?” Tracey replied, her heart pounding. “Yes a slave, a fancy girl.” the man said much too loudly. Tracey decided that the only way out of this predicament was to call his bluff and so gathering as much courage as she could she looked him in the eye, “You are mistaken Sir, I am a free woman and I demand an apology.” For a second the Hardcore man looked as though he had doubts about his accusation and Tracey dared to believe that her front had worked but then he seemed to regather his wits and sneered at her, She was now just wearing a French cut pair of pink panties, which Henry loved. I could japanese feel the delight of her tongue sliding and exploring me, I couldn’t describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in heaven. I said that's a silly question, you will find out Boys ALWAYS do. Sarah is a 22 year old substitute asian teacher with big dreams. This is going to be a long haul." And there is Hardcore a kill switch for them if they injure and hurt the host in any way. Everything that I hadn't been at nineteen. I could barely stand. The three of us walk towards the door to get us inside the house. She picked up the note and read: This hot pleasure rippled through me. My breasts jiggled, nipples throbbing. It was at this point I noticed Linda, my eldest sister sitting on the toilet with my cock about six inches from her face. Jason thanked his lucky star he hadn't tried to challenge Sammy earlier and was now very happy about walking instead of riding in the van. For the last time: I'm your teacher and you can ask me anything." Miley is all good with everything now. I look and it’s a text from dad. She led me to the bedroom and asked me to relax, while blowjob she undressed me. She allowed my hands to wander about her Big Boobs lovely body, as she slowly removed my clothing piece by piece. Yum.” Lucy nodded her head at Jody and then said, “Jim, can I speak with you privately?” The both stare right at her tits. “Ooh, it's the right time in my cycle.” He was looking at her strange like he was trying to figure out where he’d seen her before. Is it what you expected?” With much more exertion than I anticipated, I lifted Aysel up until I was standing. You already my bitch Jasmine.� I'm about to make you my slut. Dempsy stated to the air, right before they vanished appearing before the cave. “Oh totally, don’t even worry!