The water was indeed so cold and so keeping a firm grip on the towel she stepped out which proved to be her downfall because despite her best efforts as she raised her leg the towel parted sufficiently to clearly expose the mole on her thigh. “Runaway, runaway.” Mr Johnson suddenly shrieked at the top of his voice almost making Tracey topple out of the bath altogether in surprise. 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 being displayed so publicly dressed as she was Tracey fought and struggled but to no avail, the man babe was much stronger than she and slowly but surely she was 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 pornstar 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 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 Fingering 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 desi 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 led limply through the street for the amusement of the onlookers. She masturbating 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 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! She fought the mans grip with renewed vigour and as much strength as she could but it was no good, her five foot two inch frame was no match for him and she resorted to weakly crying out, “I am not a slave.” which only seemed to bring laughter and jeers from the watching group of onlookers, it was if they didn't care about her plight as long as they got to see a naked white woman as part of the deal. “Brand the bitch, brand the bitch.” was a cry soon shouted loudly by the baying mob, they didn't know her, they didn't know if she were a slave or a free woman but she was attractive and naked in front of them and that was enough to whip them into a frenzy. The appraiser laughed and as the blacksmith Solo approached looking at the naked Tracey was lustful interest he said, “Heat up your iron smithy, got a fine rump for you to mark.” “Are you sure,” the smith asked casting an eye over the struggling Tracey, “she looks mighty white to me.” “Does it matter? “ the appraiser bellowed loudly, “Get the iron on her behind and then we will all be sure.” To Tracey's hope the blacksmith still seemed to be looking at her with a lack of determination but then the slave catcher laughed, “Don't delay sir, no need to worry, it's not as if you haven’t applied the iron to plenty of pure white hides before, what's one more.” I love her, and I want her to be happy. She makes me want to be the best man I can. I opened my mouth, just happy he did not want to fuck my used up pussy again. The fact that she didn’t like it must Fingering have masturbating made that worse. you know . . . But... Remember they prefer submissive. I may not know how to get them turned on, but boy, oh boy, do I know how to get a girl turned off. She winked at me. “Nope, just gonna use this onahole on your dick and fuck your pussy hard.” I buried my face between Emma's legs and began lapping at her bald little cunny. “Hmm not babe bad. He smiled back and got in and locked the door. Smiling again, and joining me to walk back inside. She moaned about my futa-shaft, sucking with such hunger. The teacher was completely overpowered, they were 5 of pornstar them, and even if he was much bigger than most of them, he knew he could not win this fight. “Want to make a bet?” Holding Angela on his lap he wiped tears from her cheeks. I could feel her entire body relax as she remained still, save for her throat muscles reflexively clenching around the length of my cock. Mo walked past the various clothes, toys and ropes scattered around the room while Jessica sat down at the hotel desk and called room service. How on earth did any of desi this grow in London? I agreed to this, and I cannot give you any restrictions your big cum load.” She subtly Solo licked her lips, watching my hand working my stiff shaft. "How do you feel about that?" After a brief internal debate, I decided to strip down to my panties and wear a low-cut, form-fitting nightshirt that I packed with no bra.