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 erotic was why 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 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 interracial 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 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 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 girlfriend the large bath standing in the exotic 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. “What's the matter girl, you can#t have a bath fully clothed, and besides it's only us ladies here, now don't be a silly girl.”she said rather sternly. This time as Emily started undoing the back of her dress Tracey stood still letting her without interference and soon she was down to just her slip. Tilly had entered and re entered the room several times with large jugs of water filling the bath and had hardly paid her any heed but even so Tracey was still embarrassed and it got even worse when Emily started tugging her slip off her and she was quickly standing before them stark naked! Even though their was only the three girls in the striptease room Tracey was still horribly self conscious, she had not stood naked in front of others for some time. She knew she had a body to be proud of but she was not used to showing it off. “Oh look at you, you always were the beauty of the family.” Emily uttered and Tracey noted the familiar twang of jealousy in her voice. All the next week I kept asking Ryan to phone them and get them to deliver the car to us. Laura was particularly proud of Erica, because Erica genuinely raped Taylor. Bill looks at the clock and realizes it is nearing time for him to attend the sales meeting breakfast with the rest of his team. I thought I had imagined I stopped time when Justin kissed me outside of Miss Daisy's classroom when we arrived at school. Then she felt the head of his cock slide down the crack of her ass to rest on her anus. Gently she strokes me, more intimately than anyone has done before. It took some doing but he slipped his cock back into her ass. As each spurt of cum rocketed out of my cock and into interracial her, I felt nothing but intense pleasure. It is striptease the weekend again, Saturday morning and my mother father and I were getting ready to go to the beach. When we erotic got to the house Bethany got out and whistled like you would for a dog and out from under the house this black ball of fur come flying to her and jumped in to her arms, it was rubbing and loving on her like nothing I exotic have ever seen before. Any time you want me just let me know.” She got a moment more to hesitate as Maria threw girlfriend her bating robe away. Sara and I lasted just a few more minutes, until Sara let loose with her own orgasm.