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Men women and children all had their fun and she could see several men seemingly placing their bis with the appraiser, this included several men who had tired to court her and of course the ubiquitous Mr Johnson who had enjoyed inspecting her thoroughly. She had no idea how long she hung there but she was aware of the sun going down and a lighted lamp being placed beside her so the inspections could carry on. She was aware that although the pain of the brand had subsided somewhat the pain in her wrists had increased! Her shame knew no bounds, nearly all the town and enjoyed seeing her naked body so lewdly displayed and nearly all treated her humiliation in a casually amused fashion as if it were of no consequence and she wondered how many more white girls had been treated like that before her. Finally the appraiser approached her, “I have received word from your mistress girl,” he growled, “apparently there has been some mistake and you were a free woman after all.” Tracey's heart soared, was she to be set free? “It's regrettable however that word came too late and you are marked as a slave now and so a slave you are. Your mistress has shown her lack of interest in you so I am free therefore to accept any bids for you that I choose to accept. I will leave you here on display for a further day and then consider the bids I have received.” Fresh tears welled up in Tracey's eyes, how could Emily abandon her so, her only hope now was to be sold to a nice man but from the way the men had looked at her and then submitted their bids she knew this was unlikely! All she could do was swing gently in the breeze and await her fate. THURSDAY Hello baby, I promised I would email you every day while I am away. Arrived in Sydney at 6am local time and massive queues at Customs. Appears ten huge jets all arrive at the same time every day after curfew lifts. Bill and Bec (an old and very close work colleague) have a lovely penthouse overlooking Hyde Park which is adjacent to the CBD and I have my own ensuite bathroom. They are a very attractive couple about the same age as us. Had a snooze this afternoon to try and wipe off some jet lag. Bec was home early and invited me to have a sauna with her in their own private sauna. It seats six people in two rows facing each other and has a hand held shower. She has a very sexy indian body that you would enjoy. Legs, south arse and tits. She told me she loved my bald cunt and asked me whether I shaved or waxed. When I told her you shaved me once a week as part of our foreplay that really piqued her interest. She asked lots of questions about our sex life. I told her you had a thick eight-inch cock and that we thrive on outer sex (I had to explain that it was another name for oral sex though more touchy feely). Bec is very easy to talk to and obviously very uninhibited. She asked when I last had a fuck, so I told her about the one we had just before I left for my holiday in Sydney. She was fascinated when I told her you licked me orgasm six times before I gave you a full-on blow job (baby you were so horny and hard). She was even more fascinated when I told her I gave you a golden shower after that (one of your kinky turn ons for me – love it baby) in the bath before we had a spa together, then fucked like rabbits. All the steam did wonders for my jet lag and I feel very horny for you already, very horny with a naked woman sitting opposite. FRIDAY Bec is home all day today though Bill has to work. She took me on a tour of the sights, Double Bay, Rose Bay, Watson’s Bay, South Head (fantastic harbour and ocean views) then Bondi Beach before we drove over Sydney Harbour Bridge through Mosman, Manly and North Head (more fantastic harbour and ocean views). Then local seafood and some wine on the pier at Manly while we watched the ferries coming and going. “Answer me,” she insisted, her eyes radiating seriousness. “Well,” I said “the left will loop back around the lake to the barn, the right takes you back to the last cabin. You whisper as you moan, “Fuck me!”. He looked down at her, the bulge in his pants looking larger and began to unbutton them. I told her it was probably triple A batteries. Just like with me, the sight of seeing south one of us lick the other's pussy juice caused us to rejoice. After all, I didn’t ask for the body to betray me and be so fragile. Cleaning up Saema’s body took around an hour. Its eyes have a nightmarish purple glow. Her breasts were much larger now, thanks to a couple of kids, and she had a few lines on her face, but she hadn't aged badly indian at all. A shudder went through my body and I let out a louder moan at his command. Fuck me daddy!” You're almost done."