Her fathers name also commanded respect around here, some of that respect rubbing off onto her. She was sure she wouldn't of got to where she was today with her fathers name behind her. Slave trading was a mans job she often heard and some of the dealers and sea captains barely kept their contempt in rein when they found out they were dealing with a mere woman. Of course it also helped that she was an extremely attractive woman who wore her tight dresses very low cut, so low cut that her extremely expansive cleavage looked as though it would spill free from her dress at any minute but alas never did. That displayed cleavage though was often enough to placate the men she was dealing with. As far as Tracey was concerned she had to use every trick in the book to get indian by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive breasts, although it was eighteen forty five, surely a women should be able to flourish on her own merit. She knew only too well though that women as a whole were prized only for their looks and beauty and generally considered as men’s chattel. Of course she was helping that feeling through her trade. Although the bulk of the slaves she sold were destined for America and the majority were black males to be used for their labour she also provided females for housemaids etc. Again they were nearly all black women of little concern to Tracey but usually in each shipment of slaves there were usually some white women being transported as well. These were called Fancy Girls and Tracey knew they were highly prized in America. Technically they were supposed to be of mixed race or at least have some negro blood in them, however diluted. In reality she knew that most of the white women she shipped to America were just that, white women. Most of them were common prostitutes that her men found in the local pubs and managed to coerce into boarding the ship. By the time the girls had sobered up they had been stripped and ankle chains fitted to their ankles and by then it was too late, they were destined for a new life as a slave. Occasionally a white woman of better breeding would find herself aboard and would protest loudly that she shouldn't be there but the captain of the ship was quite happy to provide the crew with entertainment by flogging the protests from her. If that didn't work she would be given to the black bucks for a night or two and she would emerge a cowed woman ready for her new life, There were rumours that a titled lady, a Lady Chambers, had been drinking and eating with Hardcore Sex a male companion in a pub one night and had been rounded up by Tracey’s men by mistake. Despite her protests she was soon naked and chained in the hold of the ship and never heard from again. No doubt her Ladyship spent the rest of her life pleasing her new Master on Pussy Fucking his plantation in America. The woman’s husband apparently showed no real interest in his wife’s disappearance and remarried six months later. To be honest Tracey found the story very horny, the idea that a lady of nobility and good upbringing could so easily be reduced to a naked quivering slave girl overnight made her pussy tingle. Although she'd never told anyone, for obvious reasons, the whole idea of being sold into slavery was incredibly exciting to her and always had been. The blacks of course were born for slavery and she hardly gave them a second thought, but the fact that a white woman could be traded as a slave got her juices flowing every time. There was no market for such goods in England of course but she knew all too well that the Americans had an insatiable appetite for white female flesh and she was happy to supply that appetite. So for every shipment of slaves she supplied there were four or five white girls included in the manifest. She would supply more if she could but any more than four or five girls disappearing every few mmf months would catch the laws attention. So far they had not been bothered by her trade and seemed to accept the number of white girls she took as acceptable but she didn't want to push their tolerance. The captain of the ship was a rough fellow called Captain Johnson and Tracey didn't much care for him and she thought he didn't care much for her either. Usually though her dealings with him were kept to a minimum but on this particular day things were different. Normally once the slaves were aboard the ship and counted Tracey would depart ashore but threesome on this day her father was ill in bed and by default she had to endure the passage to America and back again. She wasn't look forward to it, the few times she'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her quarters for each trip. The slender teen squirmed as Max sucked deeply on her clit, making a loud slurping sound. She had a look on her face so angry it could melt steel. I groaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I crept closer and closer to my pubic mound. Richard and Tyler were in unison to hold Alex down as Lukas was pushing his cock deep now into Alex. Kate was laying there breathing hard looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes filled with lust. I Pussy Fucking felt bad for taking away something mmf she was looking forward to. Almost without exception these women would be very good communicators, uninhibited and able to articulate their sexual preferences. Normally, it was always windy on The Dixie Highway, especially in the fall. He looked at his Hardcore Sex daughter’s provoking ass, and after rubbing it shortly, he started to trace his hand down. Loretta was making a loud, long, continuous sighing sound as– in her reality– she slowly slid down a long, silky rainbow into a field of clover. I don’t know where threesome she’s taking the ship – one of the sanctuary indian worlds populated only by females, perhaps.