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She could see that the ship was now moored along side a dock heaving with activity. She also saw that the male slaves were being taken ashore first, then the female slaves and then the fancy girls, there was no sign of Emily. As she walked down the steep gang plank, difficult in shackles, she trembled with fear, the white fancy girls were drawing a lot of attention from the men and women on the shore. The sight of a so scantily dressed white woman was obviously something to behold. Tracey noticed that the slaves once again had their loin clothes on, the woman were still bare breasted, at least the fancy girls were spared that shame. They all had to stand on the dockside while a man walked up and down voyeur counting them and for the first time she saw Emily, who had apparently assumed Tracey's position and was talking to the man counting them as if they were her slaves. For a second she thought of stepping forward and informing the man of her rightful position but she realised how silly asian that would look, she didn't know the man and he didn't know her, he had no reason to believe that Emily wasn't who she said she was and why would he believe or even listen to a shackled slave girl dressed like Tracey. So she stood quietly with the other girls still being jeered fetish and looked at by what seemed like the towns entire population. A couple of laughing boys were even going down the line of girls lifting their shifts up to reveal their charms japanese to the watching crowd, they reached Tracey and did it to her and she nearly died of embarrassment. If this had been at home and slaves were being treated the same was she would of laughed with the onlookers but now that she was on the receiving end of such treatment it wasn't so funny! Finally after what seemed like an age Emily and the counting man seemed satisfied and the whole group of them was marched off to their new quarters, a large store house on the edges of the dock. Once again the male slaves seemed to get the worst treatment, all of them crammed into a small space, the women a larger space and the fancy girls even larger. There was straw on the floor of the stall they had been put into and Tracey suddenly saw that opposite them in another stall were some cattle. This wasn't a store house it was a barn! The slaves were just another type of animal to be kept in there. It was a horrible night, she slept fitfully if at all, as well as the sound of the other slaves around her the cows were making their own noises. The next day wasn't any better either, at first light they were all herded outside into a small courtyard where they were fairly well crammed in. They amateur were all stripped totally naked and then unseen people on the low roof, unseen before, threw ice cold buckets of water over them. The water really was shockingly cold but despite the squeals she didn't really mind, the sun was beating down on them and this was the first time she'd had water over her body since leaving England. Plus--Fred told me there was a warrant out for her arrest, Michael, too. Xavier didn’t take that well. He’s the only one asian that was found to have died in the house. “Oh, colonel,” Salarin admonishes me. “Needy, are we? “She called me a bitch, she defied me, and you're not going to punish fetish her?” He never voyeur moved and shortly relaxed breathing evenly. “No,” she whispered, under her breath. “Miss Reynolds, stop jerking off Ms. Vance.” “Hey, pumpkin,” I said. She felt two hands, now, caressing her hips, then her stomach, and cresting her breasts as they lay completely unprotected in the open air. I shuddered as the heat built in me. It was such a naughty treat to give him this. She had found something to latch on to. laughed and said it seems that the more I fuck the more I wants to fuck.. There was the cashier, standing conspicuously close, but notably where they couldn’t japanese have seen him under the door gap. “What are you doing pleasuring her?? “What’s wrong?” she asked me, raising those eyebrows like leaping gazelles. She just looked at me and smiled. Exactly who was getting fucked amateur in the ass first had become a point of contention, and resolution would only be found through submission. Then the guys had taken her.