Something her mother would of died on the spot for if she knew what her daughter was doing. It was not Tracey's preferred type of work but in reality it paid the bills and gave her a little extra in her purse every week so she gritted her teeth and did her best to make the saloon owner happy with her work. Most of the men she also had to keep happy were pleased with her and why shouldn't they be, she was a very pretty blonde blessed with generous sized japanese breasts and of course her English accent used to drive them wild with lust. Unfortunately most of them were drunk and smelly and not the type of man she would normally spend any time with, even a saloon girl had standards. Every now and again though a man of finer stature would seek her alluring company, one such man being a wealthy banker by the name of John Chambers. He was not really to her taste, he had a cruel streak in his manners and his face but she was hardly in a position to reject his advances and he soon became a regular visitor to her room in the saloon. 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 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 mature 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 tits 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 adorable 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 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. Come with me," I leaded him to my adorable bedroom. He wasn't a pervert. Stepson Sleepwalking Surprise (mF, 1st, inc, nc, impreg) With Puzzled Look oh her face "Yeah I said I feel good" It was as quiet as it was alluring at the edge of the forest, save for this constant, low hum coming from nearby. I don’t think I even could have, at least in Chris’ case. Eventually I was forced up against the wall his bed was against. “I’m sorry Tom… Ahh… Not today…” I smile. She gasped for air, and pumped her hips back at his long, thick fingers. Dressed in french maid outfit & heels Joyce was on her knees blowing her sons dong ,as the director told Marvin what he should film . Two of his younger sluts 20 year old Betty & 19 year old Jenny were both spreadeagled on the bed , both were petite , one was a blonde & the other a redhead, Granny began by licking blonde Betty's cunt . Spike had purposely buttplugged Angie's ass earlier, she was also collared, leashed & wearing 8inch thigh high hooker boots (all bought by her wuss of a hubby Marvin , who now only got a hardon when his wife was used by other men or women .) Licking away the now old dyke was enjoying Betty's bare ,shaven pussy. And it will become a living fetus. After struggling to find enough real entertainment during the evening broadcasts, the ladies abandoned me to return to their respective bedrooms to enjoy each their selected books to read. I assisted Portia making them. I have this phone that I need opened. The threat was gone, but his instincts were still screaming for him to mature have his japanese gun in his tits grip.