Massage parlor visit turns into a hot sucking and ends with a happy ending

The room was fitted with a bath with new plumbing and filling it with water would not be the labour intensive effort it would normally entail. Still the thought of being naked in the bath with giving head Mr Johnson in the room, screens or not, did not fill her with delight. To her relief however he offered to go back downstairs and have a drink in the bar while she bathed and she soon found herself luxuriating in the warm water thinking what a good idea it was to freshen up. She had no idea how long she was in there but the water had turned cold before she stood up and reached for a towel and Mr Johnson chose that exact moment to return to the room. Hurriedly making sure that the towel covered herself as much as possible she implored him to give her another ten minutes to make herself decent but she could see straight away that he'd had more than on drink in the bar, several from the way he sat down and looked at her! “I've been talking to your gentleman friend downstairs, “ he slurred slightly, “he still seems convinced that you are a runaway slave he appraised last week.” “That is preposterous.” Tracey said adamantly forgetting for a second her state of undress. “Is it my dear, he seems very sure, in fact he says the girl he inspected had a mole at the top of her right thigh as a distinguishing mark. Have you got such a mole?” he asked lustfully. Of course Tracey did have such a mole but she didn't want to show Mr Johnson that, apart from anything else it would be inappropriate and it would also confirm her fate, how else would the appraiser know she had such an intimate mark unless he'd seen it. “Don't be silly, now I must insist that you allow me some dignity and let me dress in privacy.” she snorted at him with as much rudeness as she could muster. “In time my dear, I did not mean to offend you but the suckingdick view you are offering is so enticing.” he laughed, “why don’t you step out of gagged the bath, it must be so cold.” 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 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 blowjob 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 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 cumshot 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. “See?” Alice asked. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Daddy . . . She stood back up in front of me, and spread her legs apart, to give me access to her pussy. I pull out into the other lane and speed past the Tesla just as the light turns red blowjob I pull out in front of him and into the intersection just behind the Mazda. What is it? “She might still like that cock.” And being Master of all of these girls cumshot has made my heart grow bigger with each girl we save, some girls like this life style but others like you are forced into it. I really didn’t like May referring to Megan as a ‘fucking skank.’ “May, I’m saying no. Now this is Wednesday, so giving head I am going to keep you both out of school Friday. The man stroked his slick cock and mounted the sub. At the last second, I saw her hips shift, and I turned my left sweep into a diagonal arc that would catch her desperate jump. While presenting my card to them, I made sure to let them know that I'm bisexual. In my short life up to now, I'd found my way into Melanie's life, which led to finding Bonnie and Audrey. “Because I want to, sir,” Wanda said when her daughter’s head swallowed my dick, some slurping sounds became obvious and a few moments later my dickhead came up again together with Portia ’s tongue loudly licking her lips while inhaling sharply. I rode the wave of that notoriety all the way to the top. My tongue kept stroking her, cleaning up all those wonderful gagged juices. As I was teasing him with my tongue, licking all over the sensitive glans under the head, I heard, "Please, can you help me out? I can’t believe he BIKES!” suckingdick “Ready to apologize,” she asked as she paused. So if you don't have someone licking you or a dildo, that means fingers in your cunt while you piss." “Yes, yes, yes, eat my cunt!” moaned the elegant MILF. While I meant well to come back on my vacation time I spent the time traveling to new places and fucking a bunch of lovely girls. “I’ll tell him to stop otherwise – but that’s not necessary, is it? Staci nodded at Alexis "yes you're doing great, only an hour left" Alexis looked at her blankly "y..yes ma'am ".