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She hated his physical assaults and she knew the servants were well aware of them which caused her great embarrassment but she felt that she had no option but to put up with the situation. Divorce was unthinkable, she was sure it would leave her penniless and forced to rent her body out again, no better than what she was doing now! It wasn't only Tracey living in turbulent times, she had read in the newspapers that trouble was brewing from the south of the country. Something to do with slavery, which was rife in the south and less common in the North. Tracey lived in a wealthy suburb of New York and the south and its troubles seemed so far away however that she did not waste much time on the matter, she had her own troubles to worry about! And then completely unexpectedly and much to her delight she received a hand written letter from her cousin Emily. She had not seen the girl for a few years, they were roughly the same age but Emily had made the journey to America a year earlier than Tracey had. Apparently Emily had done well for herself and married a wealthy plantation owner in Mississippi who from what Emily described was considerably better off then her blowjob own husband. The letter had finished with an invitation for Tracey to visit at any time, an idea that seemed very attractive to Tracey at that time. Of course raising the subject with her husband was problematic, he liked to keep her in the house and was rarely allowed out, she did however slowly but surely work on him and within two weeks she had his permission to visit Emily for an indeterminate length of time. In truth Tracey has never really liked Emily, she was an opinionated and headstrong girl jealous of Tracey's good looks but an excuse to get away from her overbearing husband was not to be overlooked and anyway the trip would be exciting, her life at the moment was so boring! Excited beyond belief Tracey had caught the train for Mississippi one fine morning waving goodbye to Martha on the platform. Martha was one of their servants who had driven the trap to the station, her beloved husband couldn't even be bothered to see her off. Martha was a comely woman who Tracey suspected had shared her husbands bed on many an occasion before she had arrived, probably in the vain hope that he would chose her for his wife. Of course Tracey had come along and ruined that little idea, something for which Martha seemed to hold a grudge against Tracey ever since. Martha knew of Tracey's past as a saloon girl, something Tracey would rather she didn't know , especially she did did hold the grudge but it was too late for that now. The girl had warned her of travelling to the deep south alone but Tracey had dismissed her warnings as scaremongering, after all she know about slavery but she was a free white woman, not a Negro like Martha, what could possibly happen to her. And besides she admitted to a certain curiosity about slavery. 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 Hardcore that a white girl such as herself could be bought and sold as a common slave seemed preposterous to her but it seemed blonde 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 threesome 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 teen 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 but the train journey was a long one and she was quickly bored and so she couldn't resist. I intentionally aimed my cock at her face, my first surge of cum shot out, landing with a splat on her face. My head tossed back and forth. “No I’m not.” And then again..” He paused and I saw him lift the knife and point it right at my pussy. As well as three others on that street, and two on the other side of the block. "that's it daddy go ahead and fuck that Hardcore pussy" After only a few thrust Tam was starting to push back against my cock I couldn't believe how easily he could take me inside of him or just how incredibly tight he was. Zoe was still wearing the same teen shirt and panties from before, except her hand was down the front of her panties when Athena opened the door. Brigit cringed, knowing what was about to happen. Then I began to spew rope after rope of my blonde cum inside of her.” “Wait!” Katya gasped, shrinking back from the slavering jaws. Who goes and buys a single pen? Instead she took off her clothes, leaving them carefully folded, and stood naked but for black stockings and boots with her eyes meekly downturned and her hands behind her back. “yes, take me in your bed… I need to feel you deep inside me.” She whispered in my ear as I carried her. “Ok Em. "The empire gets along fine; the females contribute not hamper. Things were perfect, and she wouldn't change it for anything. The girl looked apprehensive, faced with this bearded monster of a man. But I reached for her hand, carefully pulled up a sleeve, showing the doctor the welts. A wave of threesome further excitement hit him as he slowly buried his rod in the dead pussy. His wife and I spoke for a few moments, both ignoring him. She kept on her leg warmers, though. I helped her sit up on the washer and she was holding on to me as she looked at me and said, “I think you’re going to have to fuck me now.” “Nope, but I can whip some up for you.” He said and started for the blowjob door. As the bell rang to end our lunch period my cum filled her mouth.