“I told your mistress to get you marked or else this would happen. Well no matter now, I am dining with an eminent slave catcher and he will be glad to make your acquaintance.” Tracey cursed under her breath, why wouldn't this man leave her alone, and the learn that he was dining with a slave catcher was even worse! “Come my dear, I have had enough of this gentleman’s impudence, let us retire to your room away from his poor company.” Mr Johnson said, holding Amateur Porn out his hand for her. Knowing full well that Mr Johnson had wanted to get into her room many times before she could think of no reason to deny him now and so she took his offered hand and as he led her out of the dining room she heard the dreadful appraiser shout after her, “See you soon Miss, no doubt I will be seeing all of you again.” She was well aware of the muttered conversations going on at the other tables as she passed and the accusing eyes following her as she left, but she just wanted to be out of there and in the comfort of her own room. Her dread didn’t abate too much though once she was there, the appraiser seemed quite insistent about his accusations and why shouldn't he, only a few days earlier she had been prancing around in front of him completely naked! Why had this to happen now when she was so close to escaping the town. She sat and rank tea with Mr Johnson in an awkward atmosphere, he had defended her honour in the dining room but she could see some confusion is his eye and she was aware that he was starting to believe there was something not quite right about the situation. To Tracey's relief there was no knock at the door or shouting from outside, maybe the man had gone and was going to leave her alone. Around this time Mr Johnson suggested she have a bath, freshen herself up for the long train journey ahead of her in the morning. The room was fitted with a bath with new plumbing and filling it with water would not be the labour intensive effort it would normally entail. Still the thought of being naked in the bath with Mr Johnson in the room, screens or not, did not fill her with delight. To her relief however he offered to go back downstairs and have a drink in the bar while she bathed and she soon found herself luxuriating in the warm water thinking what a good idea it was to freshen up. She had no idea how long she was in there but the water had turned cold before she stood up and reached for a towel and Mr Johnson chose that exact moment to return to the room. Hurriedly making sure that the towel covered herself as much as possible she implored him to give her another ten minutes to make herself decent but she could see straight away that he'd had more than on drink in the bar, several from the way he sat down and looked at her! “I've been talking to your gentleman friend downstairs, “ he slurred slightly, “he still seems convinced that you are a runaway slave he appraised last week.” “That is preposterous.” Tracey said adamantly forgetting for a second her state of undress. “Is it my dear, he seems very sure, in fact he says the girl he inspected had a mole at the top of her right thigh as a distinguishing mark. Have you got such a mole?” he asked lustfully. Of course Tracey did have such a mole but she didn't want to show Mr Johnson that, apart from anything else it would be inappropriate and it would also confirm her fate, how else would the appraiser know she had such an intimate mark unless he'd seen it. “Don't be silly, now I must insist that you allow me some dignity and let me dress in privacy.” she snorted at him with as much rudeness as she could muster. “In time my dear, I did not mean to offend you but the view you are offering is so enticing.” he laughed, “why don’t you step out of the bath, it must be so cold.” The water was indeed so cold and so keeping a firm grip on the towel she stepped out which proved to be her downfall because despite her best efforts as she raised her leg the towel parted sufficiently to clearly expose the mole on her thigh. “Runaway, runaway.” japanese Mr Johnson suddenly shrieked at the top of his voice almost making Tracey topple out of the bath altogether in surprise. Instead she hurriedly stepped out and rushed over to him in an effort to calm him and stop him shouting but she was shocked when the door burst open and in strode the appraiser and his slave catcher friend. “I knew it was you, well your coming with us.” he shouted and reached out and grabbed her arm. They must have been waiting outside the room for Mr John sons call she reasoned and started to panic now, Mr Johnson had all the proof he needed of her guilt and these men were determined to act on it. Of course she wasn't a runaway slave at all but how could you explain that it had all been a little game and what self respecting white woman would of allowed herself to be examined so intimately by the appraiser. “Unhand me Sir!” she exclaimed but with less conviction than before, she knew she was in a very vulnerable position, apart from anything else she was in her room with three gentlemen dressed only in a towel. japan “You are coming with me Missy, you are nothing but a runaway slave and will be treated as such.” he exclaimed back and she was aware that the slave catcher was looking on with lustful eyes. The man started to pull her from the room, mortified amateur at being displayed so publicly dressed as she was Tracey fought and struggled but to no avail, the man was much stronger than she and slowly but surely she was pulled into the public parts of the hotel. She quickly attracted a lot of attention, some tutting from the women and lots of appreciative looks from the men who was obviously hopeful that her precariously fastened towel would fall off completely. “This is a mistake, let me go.” Tracey screamed in a more and more frantic tone. “No mistake young lady, we are going to make sure everyone knows exactly what you are.” the slave catcher laughed from behind her. The front entrance door was approaching now, surely they didn't expect to take her outside like this! Just as it seemed they did Tracey thought her salvation appeared in the form MILF of the hotel manager who she had previously spoken civilly too stood in front of them baring their way. Her hopes were son dashed though when the manager addressed the men leading her, “Gentlemen, I can assure you that I had no idea she was a runaway, obviously she would not of been allowed to stay at this establishment if I had, as you can see she can easily pass as white.” and with that he swiftly pulled the towel from her leaving her standing in the hotel lobby quite naked. Tracey wasn't the only one to gasp out loud, the shame and humiliation was almost too much to take, the two men leading her had a firm grip on her arms so she was unable to cover herself from the numerous people now straining to get a better look at her fully exposed charms. “Let's all cum together, Mom!” Katrina moaned. Not far from where Mark slept, James found the pile of tattered clothes he had ripped from his body last night, another reminder of his loss of control. The angel gave her a slight nod while Anael leaned against my husband, resting her hand on his shoulder. I sat down and left my legs open. Margie’s legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. A few texts or emails, but after a few months those stopped too. It’s like amateur someone tied to strings of black strings together. Mike looked, wondering what it was. "I WANNA GET FUCKED BY SOME OF THESE KINKY PERVERTS". My daughter gripped my dark-brown hair. I looked up into his eyes and he was pulling on his nipples and watching me give him head. Well, the first time I ever did that 'kind of stuff' japan was last night in the hotel room with Henry." His wiry hair caressed my areola. Then, “Sorry, just a minute, sorry …” He pushed back into his chair and his hips tensed. He is SO much bigger than Paul…I’ll probably keep saying this, but, it’s all I can think as he rocks his willy deeper inside me. He lifted me off the countertop and started doing me standing right there in the middle of my kitchen! Chapter 3 "AH!" She shot me a look Amateur Porn the challenged me to dare speak like that again, and I fell silent. Of course, absorption was a very slow process, and the mixture’s torturous sensations would slowly intensify as time passed. It was exciting to look at and play with. Two more blinks. Thoughts of him touching me like that .... This left me with my knees bent and my feet japanese near my butt. His hands went right to those tits. “Thanks.” Brandon sighed after a brief silence. My thoughts prickled and burned. “You haven’t MILF seen anything yet Cindy.” Alas, after what felt like an eternity, I look at the time again, 10:50PM.