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 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 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 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 Emily laughed on seeing the amount of luggage Tracey had and Tracey noticed that her cousins English accent had been replaced by a distinct southern drawl.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 indian the outside Fucking 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 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 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. “Now I think a bath is in order, I bet you never had one at the dreadful hotel and after that long train journey yesterday I bet one is overdue.” Tracey did not argue with her, one was overdue! “Tilly fetch some hot water for a bath for Miss Tracey.” Emily snapped and Tilly scuttled off. Tracey hadn't even noticed the large bath standing in the corner of the kiss room and she did admit the though was appealing. “Now let's get these clothes off you shall we.” Emily said and approached Tracey hands raised and Tracey instinctively stepped backwards. “What's the matter girl, you can#t have a bath fully clothed, and besides it's only us ladies here, now don't be a silly girl.”she said rather sternly. This time as Emily started undoing the back of her dress Tracey stood still letting her without interference and soon she was down to just her slip. Tilly had entered and re entered the room several times with large jugs of water filling the bath and had hardly paid her any heed but even so Tracey was still embarrassed and sex it got even worse when Emily started tugging her slip off her and bollywood she was quickly standing before them stark naked! Even though their was only the three girls in the room Tracey was still horribly self conscious, she had not stood naked in front of others for some time. She knew she had a body to be proud of but she was not used to showing it off. “Oh look at you, you always were the beauty of the family.” Emily uttered and Tracey noted the familiar twang of jealousy in her voice. pussy All she could do was stand there feeling ashamed and miserable while Tilly finished filling the bath to her satisfaction. To make matters worse Emily suddenly reached forward and took hold of Tracey’s right breast and squeezed it firmly as if she were kneading bread. “I always envied these when I was young, so much better than mine.” she giggled continuing to squeeze. “Were you dreaming about me?!” She asked sarcastically with that wicked smile. 8 - Admissions He would have to watch closely and make sure they weren’t trying to pull one over on him. Topete walked Avan to the door and said, “Listen Volka, you can’t say a word of this to anyone, not Yuri and not the kids. “Come into the bathroom and I’ll hop up on the vanity. Anytime Ang, you want some girl time, just kiss give me a call. I moved forward, pulling Demie back from the ensorcelled woman. Well, tell her to call me when she gets her phone back.” She could feel her nipples harden as they dowsed her again with the ice cold water. “You love watching us, Mrs. Armstrong. "Right in front of her, what if she gets some crazy ideas too" she asked. Once inside, they were shown into the waiting area. Our mouths open and our tongues start searching each others mouths. “Yes,” I squeaked, my voice tight. What sex came was me, right into her mouth as she gave me a professional level Blow Job. My fingers run up and down bollywood their pussy sides, caress their backs, brush their asses, and tickle their necks. Lorraine’s hand was roaming over her breasts, plucking at the rock hard nipples. None of which will end with orgasms, moaning, etc." I thought to myself . With us tongue kissing as to muffle the sounds as he started slamming that 9-inch rod in and out of me the sound of smacking reverberated the halls of my house. As I was pulled out of the bathroom, Teri was being pulled in and Bobbie was waiting in line with the others. Henry leaned closer and gulped while staring straight at them. Please. I know your game, and I’ve got your MVP, motherfucker. Cum in me!” 'Oh god. My first taste of forbidden bliss. Maybe he’d only done it Fucking six times and only with his father, but without others suspecting, he had imagined it thousands of times with all sorts of men and his uncle Avan had also trained his mouth with a dildo. Lucy’s right hand went to work on her clit. She began asking questions. I loved the feeling of my daughter’s cunt milking the cum from my cock head and filling her up. “Oh god.” Mark muttered to himself as he saw what Laura was wearing; a short indian skirt and a halter top. “Then it’s a deal.” We all look at each other.