Groggily she had gotten off the bed and looked out of the window. The platform below was much less crowded at the time of night, indeed the only people on it appeared to be the shady men and the alighting passengers. The men were much more aggressively approaching any lone female passenger this time, obviously emboldened by the time of day. As Tracey watched several women were being led off the platform by the men holding them by the arms looking much more sinister, their purpose much more clear now. Tracey did think of going down there to see if she could help the poor women in any way but she decided against it, what help could she give and anyway if she went down there she was likely to end up a target for the men herself! So she stayed by the window watching as almost every woman by herself was led forcibly away no doubt to tart a new life they had not expected when coming to New Orleans. Or perhaps some had expected it? After all hadn't the young man on the train said as much, perhaps that was why they had picked a train that arrived at this late hour of the exgirlfriend say, because they knew they were almost certain to be approached. Tracey had no idea but she had gone back to bed with a familiar wetness between her legs at seeing first hand the women being taken away to become slaves, fancy girls. The next morning she arose early and although she had only just unpacked her clothes she packed them neatly again. She even retrieded the letter from blowjob the drawer and unsure what to do with it she put in in her handbag for safe keeping, she didn not want to take it to ex-girlfriend Emily's but she also did not want to leave it in the hotel where it could be found and read. She had to eat breakfast downstairs and although she wore a slightly more conservative dress she was still aware that several of the male guests and even some of the hotel employees were eyeing her suspiciously and also lustfully and she was glad to be able to retire back to her room once she had eaten. Emily was not due till noon and so she had several boring hours before there was a knock on the door and Emily entered, as well as a large black man which took Tracey by surprise. The two girls hugged and kissed and Emily chided Tracey on how low cut her dress was and Tracey wondered what she would of said if she had seen yesterdays attire! The black man was obviously a slave and he stood immobile as the two girls chattered excitedly catching up until it was time for him to take Tracey's luggage down to the buggy. “My goodness girl how long are you staying for.” Emily laughed on seeing the amount of luggage Tracey had and Tracey noticed that her cousins English accent had been replaced by a distinct southern drawl. The two girls talked incessantly during the long drive to the plantation, about their respective lives, husbands, wealth and anything else that took their fancy. As per usual the heat was overpowering although Emily seemed to cope better with it than Tracey, she was used to it she guessed. When the plantation house finally came into view Tracey's breath was almost taken away, the place was huge, huge and gleaming white with long verandahs running the length of each floor and there was three floors. Inside was as massive and luxurious as the outside with big cool rooms, billowing lace curtains and cool wooden floors. Tracey was sure she would never find her way around the house, however long she stayed. Emily showed her Homemade Porn to her room which was light and airy and to her surprise, seemingly waiting for them, a pretty black girl stood to attention. “This is Tilly, she exgf is your maid and will look after you during your stay.” said Emily placing no importance to it. Tracey was used to servants back home but she had never had her own personal maid. She did not stop until I had finished and my Homemade Porn dick went limp.Even then I had to stop her "well" I said whatcha think". The scene girl drew Stephanie into a hug, smooshing ex-girlfriend Kelly’s soft breasts against the girl’s smaller pair and slipping her arms around her tightly. A wondrous delight. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable lesson about clean up. Her whole body shivered in shock as it lightly brushed her exgf young blowjob netherlips. Every second that I took, my lust grew, and soon I couldn’t resist it anymore as I picked up speed, knowing full well my desire to animalistically ream Nicole for all her worth. Really treasure your body because I’ve been without you for so long. He felt her throat contract and clinch. He pulled back and entered her again. Israa grabs a handful of my hair and exgirlfriend pulls my head back to her cock. “Let’s give this good boy what he wants. "Okay, then..." "Get that coat off slut!