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It wasn't only Tracey living in turbulent times, she had read in the newspapers that trouble big 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 cock who from what busty Emily described was considerably better off then her 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 Latina 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 Tranny 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 that a white girl such as herself could be bought and sold as a common slave seemed preposterous to her but it seemed 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 ass 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 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 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 changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. “The moment she frees Ava,” I said, keeping my voice strong, in charge, “grab her and flee.” If she never goes on a date, Harry catches her drunk in her room after the party. "The forfeit is that you have to let me lick your pussy." She knew me well enough to realise I could not hold out any longer “Cum with me baby, cum with me ass baby,” I urged and she did, twice with a huge groan. The window cleaner was a man she had seen Tranny around and spoken to once or twice but Latina she wouldn't of looked at him twice normally and yet she'd paraded naked in front of him,sucked him off and let him fuck her! Then he had the nerve to completely ignore me like I had obviously enjoyed it…Fuck I just feel like a hole right now,” she ranted. He then went back and brought Tammy to the van. As I caressed her breasts she sighed gently and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again very wide and staring at me again and sighing in pleasure. She leaned down, her ass pointed right at me. She wasn’t in any position to complain as his continued efforts kept her body tingling cock with pleasure. She started sliding in and out of my ass. I also noticed that some of the sweet corn was ready. She opened her eyes to see herself, a sex-stained, blood-flushed mass, her body dripping sweat, cum and spit. Use them! I pick out a few tee-shirts, a new pair of shorts The shades were pulled causing it to be quite dark. What drives someone to surrender busty themselves to another so completely? “Vickie, I have never felt better in my whole life.” She pushed the covers down revealing her naked body. “It's afternoon,” I pointed out. Zach looks up as we head towards him and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen appears on his face. Visions of sinister happenings which may befall me if I went out for a drive. “How can you not want to love that snatch? It's very erotic." I accepted and turned to dance big with him thinking, "Ah, ah, oh, Katie, oh, Katie, you're so good to me." Destiny?