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Do we have to think of thinks for the girls to have to do? I’ve got a few ideas. Can we make it an all weekend party so that all us girls have to do all of the forfeits?” Well, that’s about it for what has happened to me since I met Mason and I have to say that, even though I get horrendously embarrassed and humiliated quite often, I have never once regretted promising Mason that I would always do whatever he asks of me. His requests / demands have got me soo aroused so many times. And that arousal has led to lots of totally awesome sex that I keep on repeating my promise to him and hoping that he can find new ways to expose, embarrass and humiliate me in public. I’ll continue my ‘sort of journal’ when some more ‘interesting’ things happen to me, and I find the time to write about them. Jenna Tracey looked at the list again and smiled as she ticked off the last girl to board the ship. She was pleased with herself, it was a lovely sunny day down at the docks and at the grand old age of twenty five she was the only female slave trader in the town, probably the county. Of course it didn't hurt the fact that her father owned the biggest slave dealership in the area and she had been bought up in the ways of slave trading from an early age. 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 sex cleavage though was often enough to placate the men she was dealing with. As far as Tracey party was concerned she had to use every trick in the book to get by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive indian 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 couple 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 outdoor 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 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 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 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. Everything was real. Please shoot your hot jism in my mouth. “After last night’s experience I couple really need to feel the touch of a woman.” Do you want me to remove this?” “Oh…no it will be much more danger…” I said teasing her. I dropped to my knees spent in front of them and we all exchanged kisses before falling to floor in a three way spoon. By this time, indian I was so turned on, sex I didn't hear my daddy leaning against the door, party silently watching me. Between the outdoor condition Kathleen was in and the fact that they had put protections in place to detect mystical energy my mind was made up. “Oi.” Nicole called. Rebecca falls to the floor. “Really, Sean?” Tina giggled, "Great.