To Tracey's relief there was no knock at the door or shouting from outside, maybe the man had gone and was going to leave her alone. Around this time Mr Johnson suggested she have a bath, freshen herself up for the long train journey ahead of her in the morning. The room was fitted with a bath with new plumbing and filling it with water would not be the labour intensive effort it would normally entail. Still the thought of being naked in the bath with Mr Johnson in the room, screens or not, did not fill her with delight. To her relief however he offered to go back downstairs and have a interracial drink in the bar while she bathed and she soon found herself luxuriating in the warm water thinking what a good idea it was to freshen up. She had no idea how long she was in there but the water had turned cold before she stood up and reached for a towel and Mr Johnson chose that exact moment to return to the room. Hurriedly making sure that the towel covered herself as much as possible she implored him to give her another ten minutes to make herself decent but she could see straight away that he'd had more than on drink in the bar, several from the way he sat down and looked at her! “I've been talking to your gentleman friend downstairs, “ he slurred slightly, “he still seems convinced that you are a runaway slave he appraised last week.” “That is preposterous.” Tracey said adamantly forgetting for a second her state of undress. “Is it my dear, he seems very sure, in fact he says the girl he inspected had a mole at the top of her right thigh as a distinguishing mark. Have you got such a mole?” he asked lustfully. Of course Tracey did have such a mole but she didn't want to show Mr Johnson that, apart from anything else it would be inappropriate and it would also confirm her sexy fate, how else would the appraiser know she had such an intimate mark unless he'd seen it. “Don't be silly, now I must insist that you allow me some dignity and let me dress in cfnm privacy.” she snorted at him with as much rudeness as she could muster. “In time my dear, I did not mean to offend you but the view you are offering is so enticing.” he laughed, “why don’t you step out of the bath, it must be so cold.” The water was indeed so cold and so keeping a firm grip on the towel she stepped out which proved to be her downfall because despite her best efforts as she raised her leg the towel parted sufficiently to clearly expose the mole on her thigh. “Runaway, runaway.” Mr Johnson suddenly shrieked at the top of his voice almost making Tracey topple out of the bath altogether in surprise. Instead she hurriedly stepped out and rushed over to him in an effort to calm him and stop him shouting but she was shocked when the door burst open and in strode the appraiser and his slave catcher friend. “I knew it was you, well your coming with us.” he shouted and reached out and grabbed her arm. They must have been waiting outside the room for Mr John sons call she reasoned and started to panic now, Mr Johnson had all the proof he needed of her guilt and these men were determined to act on it. Of course she wasn't a runaway slave at all but how could you explain that it had all been a little game and what self respecting white woman would of allowed herself to be examined so intimately by the appraiser. “Unhand me Sir!” she exclaimed but with less conviction than before, she knew she was in a very vulnerable position, apart from anything else she was in her room with three gentlemen dressed only in a towel. “You are coming with me Missy, you are blowjob nothing but a runaway slave and will be treated as such.” he exclaimed back and she party was aware that the slave catcher was looking on with lustful eyes. The man started to pull her from the room, mortified at being displayed so publicly dressed as she was Tracey fought and struggled but to no avail, the man was much stronger than she and slowly but surely she was pulled into the public parts of the hotel. She quickly attracted a lot of attention, some tutting from the women and lots of appreciative looks from the men who was obviously hopeful that her precariously fastened towel would fall off completely. He controlled cfnm countless businesses in the state. Still no flood of sperm. We sexy were both doing quite well and when I looked up at the scores I saw a reflection of some people behind party us. "I want you to come home with me today," Jason made a statement that was more of an order than a request. The “Play room” as I called it was down a short corridor with a short flight of stairs downward but the far door was open and light flooded blowjob into the far room interracial by the skylight so it was not in the least intimidating. I turn my head to check where the camera is, it’s over my right shoulder. I pick up my phone send Scott quick Facebook message James smiled, "Very well, miss. Just one moment." You can’t look hot as fuck, without having a girl’s name.” His warm cum landing and running down my chest. “NO! Please Sir…M-master, have mercy!