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A game that had gone too far maybe and she shouldn't of agreed to let it go this far but still just a game that she could put a stop too. Like the other girls she was dismissed and walking back to amateur their hut they found their clothes inside and despite the heat it still felt good to be covered again. As evening fell and knowing japanese that her husband was away Tracey took all her courage in hand and marched up to the house and demanded to see Emily. Emily feigned surprise to see her, “I expected you up here before but I assumed you were enjoying your new life too much.” she grinned. Tracey demanded an end to the situation and that she thought it would be best if she ended her visit in the morning and spend her time back at the hotel while she arranged the train back home. To Tracey's surprise Emily did not put up much of an objection. She had expected her to protest, tell her that the blacksmith was due back soon etc. especially as she was so highly appraised, but Emily seemed to accept Tracey's decision and apart from making her spend her last night at the plantation still in the fancy girls hut she was most agreeable. The next morning Tracey was quite excited, she was disappointed that this trip had not turned out to be the long stay she had hoped for but she knew that to stay any longer would almost certainly result in her enslavement, something that was exciting in night-time fantasies but not so in the reality of broad daylight! With barely a farewell from Emily Tracey was soon on her way on the long journey by buggy to town. The buggy and slave driver had been loaned by Emily gangbang and the conversation was sparse between the two and the time before she was outside the hotel seemed to last for ever. There was good news and bad news when she enquired at the reception desk, the hotel had a room for her, the bad news was the fact that she could not get on a train home until Tuesday, six days time. The prospect of spending six days in the barely adequate hotel by herself did not feel her with joy but she had no choice and she soon found herself unpacking in the same room as she was in before, with her view over the platform. The six days passed as slowly as she thought they would, she spent most of her time alone in her room only coming out for meals which were held in the large dining room which was often frequented by saloon girls looking for business and men all to willing to give it to them. The male guests of the hotel were rather rough and shabby and looked upon Tracey with suspicion, and of course lust, she had reverted to wearing her northern style dresses which showed off her ample cleavage to its best effect. Despite continuing to wear her rather prominent and large wedding ring she soon found herself with a few suitors, men who instead of admiring her from afar would come up and try to woe her. She allowed these men to talk to her and occasionally buy her lunch but any signs of further intent were politely but firmly rebuffed, she was after all a married woman. One such man was a Mr Johnson who seemed to cling onto her like a limpet and seemed to be besotted with her even though she did nothing to encourage his advances. Indeed she was really rather rude to him at stages but he seemed oblivious to this. The simple fact was she found him an overbearing bore and she had no physical attraction to him at all, he was at least twenty years older than her and asian more than a little overweight, in fact he reminded her quite a lot of her husband, a definite negative! On more than one occasion though she found herself at the dinner table with her listening to his inane chat and smiling sweetly while she pretended not to notice him staring down the front of her dress. And then disaster struck, one day before her train home was due she was at such a dinner when she idly looked over to the other dining tables and was shocked to see that not ten feet away sat the appraiser who had so thoroughly and intimately examined her at Emilys. She quickly buried her head in the menu, the appraiser was sitting with another man and was in deep conversation and did not appear to of noticed her, which was the way Tracey wanted to keep it, he believed her to be a slave. There was also the embarrassment of knowing where the man had poked and prodded her, places Mr Johnson could only dream of having access too. For the rest of dinner Tracey could only sit there and agonise over circumstances until the moment group sex came, when she knew it would, when out of the corner of her eye she saw the dreadful man stand and approach her table. “Unusual to see a girl such as yourself in such surroundings.” he said looking gown at her with a glint of triumph in his eyes. “A girl such as myself Sir?” Tracey replied, her heart pounding. “Yes a slave, a fancy girl.” the man said much too loudly. “You know what this is about,” Sam said. She lay back on the bed, “now stud. "I am Amanda Stewart and I'd like to introduce you to some people who made this evening possible." You know I've only been with a couple dudes, and of course Stan was by far the best I've japanese ever dreamed of! Taking a huffed breath he quickly went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. "I was trying very hard to impress." It’s just that you said eight spanks, Sir. 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