Yes they had servants in their own household but from what she understood slavery was different, you actually owned the slaves and could do whatever you wanted to them. They were little more than animals and frequently worth less. Indeed Tracey had read an article in a newspaper recently where an account of a white woman being sold as a slave was discussed. Apparently such woman were called fancy girls and were quite a common sight in the south. The idea that a white girl such as herself could be bought and sold as a common slave seemed preposterous to her but it seemed that it was a common enough occurrence. The story she read about concerned a young widow who was trying to earn a living from the small farm her late husband her left her. Unbeknown to her the farm was mortgaged to the hilt and when she failed to make a payment the bank foreclosed on the loan and took the farm back. In the banks eyes they not only owned the land but anything on the land and this included the farmers wife. She was put up for sale at the next market and sold to the highest bidder who took her off somewhere never to be seen again. There was much more detail in the article and the very idea shocked her but she had to admit it also excited her and the danger, however small, only added to the thrill of the journey. Martha had given her a letter of introduction when she'd said goodbye which was normal for a young lady travelling alone. Something she could show to anyone who asked to prove who she was and that she was of good standing etc. She wasn't supposed to read it Brunette but the train journey was a long one and she was quickly bored and so she couldn't resist. The letter started as she'd expected it too, telling any potential reader that she was an honest and polite English girl married to an important banker and she was to be treated with every respect and courtesy. So far the letter did what it was supposed too, explaining that she was a lady to be respected but it soon took a dark babe step. The letter went on to say that her husband had met her while she was working as a whore in a saloon servicing men of all creeds and colours! Although this was true it certainly was not the kind of thing you mentioned in polite society. All creeds and colour was also true but up in the north where she lived it did not carry the stigma that it so readily did down south. The letter went on in even more damning terms and said that should anything happen to her husband she would no doubt revert to being a whore and selling herself to any man regardless of his colour providing he had a penny in his pocket because that was what she was, a natural oral slut. Tracey was shocked, masturbation this was not a letter of introduction this was a letter which destroyed her character, thank God she had read it before showing it to anyone! Placing it carefully back in her bag she vowed to destroy it at the first opportunity and in the meantime she was certainly not going to be showing it to anyone! She knew that the south was puritanical compared to the North and showing the letter around would cause her untold damage, and even worse was the statement that she had serviced coloured, probably a hanging offence in blonde the south! No, even though people would expect her to have such a letter it was to stay hidden. Tracey soon found herself engaged in pleasant conversation with a young man, slightly younger than herself and it amused Tracey that he was having a hard time moving his eyes from her prominently displayed cleavage. I stared at her with shock, I could see that she was terrified, but also very brave and dangerous. Master said. You’ve been my rock ever since, first physically as you helped me mend masturbation Brunette and then emotionally with the love you’ve given me. I’d be lost without oral you. He faced his father. Her fur glowed with health and luxury, and he sighed quietly to himself as he thought again of what it would feel like under his fingers. No man had ever done that, and it drove me absolutely wild. On the one hand I’d never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. His mouth was near her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so god damn hard.” Kim was terrified. The doors opened and the men stepped out into a corridor with vast glass windows in place of walls, showing the labs babe and the experiments blonde taking place inside. “You can finish here. I looked to my left to see if my Mom had noticed my gawking. I gasped, straightening, my robe falling over my ass. I’ve seen it in your eyes especially!” It all sucked! She looked up and around the car, the parking lot was pretty empty now. "Practice," Marcos responded. Then he imagines Katie with Trey. She grabbed my head and cried out. I just kept telling Mandy to do whatever they said.