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. “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 at amateurs 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 blow job 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 home made expect to take her outside like this! Just as it seemed they did Tracey thought her salvation appeared in the form 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. As before there were mutterings, laughter and shouts of indignation in equal measure and Tracey was dimly aware of the appraiser pulling her forward again, “Out we go.” he laughed pushing her out the door and into the bright sunlight. The hotel was situated on the main street of town and Tracey knew she was drawing a large crowd as she was pulled roughly through the street, men women and children revelling in her plight and enjoying the sight of her large breasts bouncing slightly as she was walked. She was still protesting her innocence but the fight was almost gone from her and she allowed herself to be japanese led limply through the street for the amusement of the onlookers. She had no idea where they were taking her but they seemed to be walking with a purpose and when thy finally stopped she looked up with dread at the blacksmiths sign. Surely not but it seemed so. “Right then young lady let's get you properly marked, then everyone will know your true status.” the appraiser laughed loudly and all she could Deep throat do was shudder in fear. She couldn't allow herself to be branded, apart from the immediate pain of the brand it would bring with it a lifetime of pain., shame and embarrassment. She wasn't even a slave! While he watched, she slowly japanese moved her hands up to the front of her blouse and slowly undid all of the buttons. It was still open slightly. She did it. We were given so many sensitive areas on our body - particularly our cunts and tits - so that men can control us with pain or pleasure. The tension is too much as my dick starts to pulse. She did ask me in, but I said no because we are starting from square one, again. “Could have sworn I saw you coming from the Witch’s Wood,” she pressed. There were a few theories on both sides of the argument. She could see his eyes knew the truth, so she didn’t push it. Around 3:30?” With her intimate knowledge of him gleaned from many months of practice, Vanessa began moving again, feeling his swollen cock head slipping and sliding Deep throat back and forth within her with tactical accuracy. I plunged into Karli, my pale crotch slapping into her dark rump. 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