Another train arrived, she knew not where from and spewed forward its cargo of passengers onto the already busy platform. She watched as single men darted off importantly and families called out for cabs to take them to their destination. Several single women had alighted along the length of the train and she noticed that almost without fail they were quickly approached by the same shady men that she had noticed before. They seemed to be offering the ladies their assistance and each lady was happy to follow them off the platform and viet out of Tracey's sight. She could only wonder if each lady received the assistance she required or if the men had some other purpose in mind for them! Eventually tiredness overcame her and without pulling the shades,she was high enough up she reasoned, she lay on the large bed and let sleep take it's hold. She reckoned it was approximately five pm when she'd laid down and she awoke with a start at just gone midnight. An arriving train had blown its steam whistle and the noise had woken her. Groggily she had gotten off the bed and looked out of the window. The platform below was much less crowded at the time of night, indeed the only people on it appeared to be the shady men and the alighting passengers. The men were much more aggressively approaching any lone female passenger this time, obviously emboldened by the time of day. As Tracey watched several women were being led off the platform by the men holding them by the arms looking much more sinister, their purpose much more clear now. Tracey did think of going down there to see if she could help the poor women in any way but she decided against it, what help could she give and anyway if she went down there she was likely to end up a target for the men herself! So she stayed by the window watching as almost every woman by herself was led forcibly away no doubt to tart a new life they had not expected when coming to New Orleans. Or perhaps some had expected it? After all hadn't the young man on the train said as much, perhaps that was why dam they had picked a train that arrived at this late hour of the say, because they knew they were almost certain to be approached. Tracey had no idea but she had gone back to bed with a familiar wetness between her legs at seeing first hand the women being taken away to become slaves, fancy girls. The next morning she arose early and although she had only just unpacked her clothes she packed them neatly again. She even retrieded the letter from the drawer and unsure what to do with it she put in japanese in her handbag for safe keeping, she didn not want to take it to Emily's but she also did not want to leave it in the hotel where it could be found and read. She had to eat breakfast downstairs and although she wore a slightly more conservative dress she was still aware that several of the male guests and even some of the hotel employees were eyeing her suspiciously and also lustfully and she was glad to be able to retire back to her room once she had eaten. Emily was not due till noon and so she had several boring hours before there was a knock on the door and Emily entered, as well as a large black man which took Tracey by surprise. The two girls hugged and kissed and Emily chided Tracey on how low cut her dress was and Tracey wondered what she would of said if she had seen yesterdays attire! The black man was obviously a slave and he stood immobile as the two girls chattered excitedly catching up until it was time for him to take Tracey's luggage down to the buggy. “My goodness girl how long are you staying for.” Emily laughed on seeing the amount of luggage Tracey had and Tracey noticed that her cousins English accent had been replaced by a distinct southern drawl. The two girls talked incessantly during the long drive to the plantation, about their respective lives, husbands, wealth and anything else that took their fancy. As per usual the heat was overpowering although Emily seemed to cope better with it than Tracey, she was used to it she guessed. When the plantation house finally came into view Tracey's breath was almost taken away, the place was nam huge, huge and gleaming white with long verandahs running the length of each floor and there was three floors. Inside was as massive and luxurious as the outside with big cool rooms, billowing lace curtains and cool wooden floors. Tracey was sure she would never find her way around the house, however long she stayed. Emily showed her to her room which was light and airy and to her surprise, seemingly waiting for them, a pretty black girl stood to attention. “This is Tilly, she is your maid and will look after you during your stay.” said Emily placing no importance to it. Tracey was used to servants back home but she had never had her own personal maid. “Now I think a bath is in order, I bet you never had one korean at the dreadful hotel and after that long train journey yesterday I bet one is overdue.” Tracey did not argue with her, one was overdue! “Tilly fetch some hot water for a bath for Miss Tracey.” Emily snapped and Tilly scuttled off. Tracey hadn't even noticed the large bath standing in the corner of the room and she did admit the though was appealing. “Now let's get these clothes off you shall we.” Emily said and approached Tracey hands raised and Tracey instinctively stepped backwards. Just as his cock-head was nearly free, he'd push back deep inside. “I can drive you know,” I offer and I get a look that screams ‘NO’. That is a shackle that does not bind me. Just like you are no longer bound by destiny.” I also, ummm, called to see if maybe I could ask for a h-uuuuuge favor… if that’s okay?” Without missing nam a beat, she ducks under his arm and wraps her warm, velvety lips around the japanese tip of his cock. “Hold your hands in front of you.” My fingers twitched slightly. “You must like these.” He said while he laughed a little and slid my bra strap down my arm. Clearly, some time had passed. What came up was that there were warrants out korean for my arrest, for embezzlement viet and suspicion of murder. Fuck me hard make me your bitch right now,” she tells me. Posed like a model, she instinctively emphasized the glorious curves of her mature, feminine figure. “We are superior to that scrap of paper!” Well… At least I didn’t stand by and do nothing while ass holes like him get away with whatever they want. I want it! As we have not had a shipment arrive with enough 7.92 ammunition to satisfy the expenditures of the division. As we topped the crest of the last ridge between our deer herd and us, Alice let dam the ATV coast to a stop.