“I happened to be at the docks in town when her boat came in from big cock England, she was unaccompanied and in need of assistance so I had some papers drawn up for her and now she is legally mine.” Emily smiled. “Oh very good, most unaccompanied white pussy that comes on boats ends up on the block shortly after arriving on these shores, it is a good form of business for some folk.” the man laughed casually. “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 oral 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 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 blowjob 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 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 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 pov 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 Hardcore 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! After breakfast I dressed in Vicky’s black leather skirt and a baggy cropped top while Vicky put on a thin cotton dress but left all the buttons below her pussy undone. Mom looked at me, the conflict raging behind her blue eyes. I got to see quite a lot of cleavage from my viewpoint above. When Max started it daring Mimi to take off her oral top, she looked at him rather displeased and took her shirt and bra off, two C cup breast plopped out. No panties. I big cock stayed silent but kept thinking. Okay, so not that big, blowjob but damn close. If your brothers throw a wobbler just tell them to grow-up and get over it. I twigged before the twins did and a big grin appeared on my face. “Please? “Since you are senior members and pov she is not a lifetime member, I have her outfitted in latex today including a mask that covers her eyes completely gentlemen. Consulting his pocket secretary, Rev noted they had arrived Hardcore in under five minutes.