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Tracey soon found herself engaged in pleasant conversation with a young man, slightly younger than herself and it amused Tracey that he was having a hard time moving his eyes from her prominently displayed cleavage. It appeared that northern woman wore there neck lines a lot lower than their southern sisters. It was a pleasant enough conversation however and helped ease the boredom of the trip, he asked her where she was going etc. and when he heard and saw that she was alone he offered his advice, “Be careful down there Miss, from what I understand it is a dangerous place for a young woman such as yourself to be to be on her own, slave traders abound.” Instantly feel her curiosity roused she giggled slightly, “But Sir, I am a white woman, surely I would be safe?” “The demand for fancy girls is high and white women are sold into slavery every day ma'am.” “But I am a refined young lady.” she uttered sounding shocked. “Refined young ladies are highly sort after, believe me you will be highly prized, slavery for women such as yourself is common place and thought of as a trivial matter. You will attract a lot of attention from the traders as soon as you step off the train.” Although she was sure he was telling the truth, the idea of being approached teen by a slave trader eager to procure her was maddeningly exciting and she blushed furiously. A fact that was noticed by the young man. “Of course I have heard that some white woman asian desire to be slaves, owned and treated as mere property, if you like I could point the slave traders in your direction to make sure they do not miss the opportunity to acquire you?” he smiled knowingly. “No that will not be necessary,” she said quickly, “I am sure they keep a well practised eye open for single girls like myself alighting from trains.” “They certainly do Miss, girls like you are two a penny I am sure you will be sleeping in a slave pen tonight awaiting sale in the morning, in fact I guarantee it.” he chuckled. With a final long look at her now heaving bosom he left her carriage leaving her alone with her own excited thoughts. Why did the thought of slavery excite her so much? Maybe because they didn't have any form of it where she came from and certainly not for white women! All she knew was that her hands were clasped very tightly in her lap! The train seemed to take an interminably long time to reach New Orleans and as it got closer and closer to the great City the temperature seemed to rise high and higher. Tracey was glad she'd worn such a low cut dress and had even surreptitiously undid another stay around her back so that the dress hung even lower, dangerously low! But the heat warranted the risk. Finally the train pulled into the station and she was overwhelmed with the hustle and bustle of the concourse. As mentioned she had barely left the confines of her house recently and the swarming mass of people suddenly surrounding her almost took her breath away. She did manage to procure a station porter to move her luggage. For the first night in the City she was staying alone in the station hotel and Emily would arrive in the morning and take japanese her to her plantation. As she gamely followed the porter through the crowds she was aware that she was drawing a lot of attention from the people they pushed through, especially as her dress was threatening to spill its contents out into full view at every step! She was also aware that several of the people looking at her were shady looking men who did not seem to be very pleasant and Tracey wondered if these were the aforementioned slave traders! Maybe the presence of the porter made them back off though and in any case none approached her. The hotel foyer seemed pleasant enough and the young lady at reception handled her registration with suitable speed and she was soon ensconced in her room which overlooked the concourse from which she had just arrived. Unpacking she placed the hateful letter of introduction in a bedside drawer before taking her dresses etc. out of the packing cases and carefully hanging them up. End of discussion.” One dick up your tight ass, the other buried in your greedy cunt. I am sorry." My pills were sitting idly on my dresser right now, and my shock therapy session was due tomorrow. Yes I thought I do look good in this. I asked her, “Don’t stop what Mariana?” Those two girls of mine had worn me out then leaving me to sleep; they continued their loving well into the morning hours. Aarti had no doubt teen that it was about Riya. That night Hardin slept with her all night and made love to her a couple of more times to her increasing enjoyment of it. Eat out my ass!" I looked at him wondering why he was doing this to me. The others looked a bit stunned at first. She could be a normal girl again. I got a nice look down her shirt. No doubt she would have just said it was something comfortable to wear hanging out with friends. Susan was with me most of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the asian doctor told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. I was so proud of her. As she did I placed it under her. For the first time I saw a hint of my grandpa japanese blushing -maybe he had caught me checking him out. Dressed in what looked like a full length dressing gown made of silk. Using my body to get his pleasure. His parents were too afraid of him after his wild stage and never came to see him nor regularly communicated with him for the rest of his life. "Do you mean my hymen? "OH, GOD," Brenda screamed, "IT'S MS COLLINS' WALLET!" She greeted Ethan with a kiss on the cheek. The bar is meant for a place for social meeting and interaction, but the groups seem to be keeping largely to themselves – ship crews each spreading to fill one of the circular tables. When we moved here, we did all the usual things with the kids: Disney, Universal, SeaWorld, and all the other theme parks that are in and around Orlando.