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He did have one redeeming factor, he was wealthy and did not mind spending some of his wealth on Tracey and she soon had a fine selection of the fanciest dresses and shoes, something which made the other girls jealous but she was hardly friendly with Asian Girls Fucking them anyway, common saloon girls were beneath her she thought to herself, forgetting the fact that she herself was a saloon girl. Mr Chambers frequent visits soon paid off in other ways, despite the fact that he was twenty years her senior and her current occupation he proposed to her one fine April morning and they were married in the June. Perversely he insisted that she carry on working in the saloon right up until the day before the wedding but once the ring was on her finger she moved herself into his fine mansion and waved goodbye to the saloon forever. She would like to say that the next two years were blissful but they were not. Yes she was living a life of luxury compared to previously but it soon became clear that her husband was an oafish boar who didn't love her at all, instead he wanted his own personal whore on hand for his perverted lusts without having to leave the house. Married life very soon became very strained and apart from in the bedroom, where she had no choice, she kept her distance from her husband as much as possible, something he was happy with as well. He carried on working at the bank of course, something which would often make his temper most foul and Tracey had felt the full force of his riding crop on numerous occasions while he worked out his frustrations on her. 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 Hardcore Porn Videos 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 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. 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