Fucked at the Party!

She was well aware of the muttered conversations going on at the other tables as she passed and the accusing eyes following her as she left, but she just wanted to be out of there and in the comfort of her own room. Her dread didn’t abate too much though once she was there, the appraiser seemed quite insistent about his accusations and why shouldn't he, only a few days earlier she had been prancing around in front of him completely naked! Why had this to happen now when she was so public close to escaping the town. She sat and rank tea with Mr Johnson in an awkward atmosphere, he had defended her honour in the dining room but she could see some confusion is his eye and she was aware that he was starting to believe there was something not quite right about the situation. To Tracey's relief there was no knock at the door or shouting from outside, maybe the man had gone and was going to leave her alone. Around this time Mr Johnson suggested she have a bath, freshen herself up for the long train journey ahead of her in the morning. 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 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 Hardcore 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 blonde 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 view you are offering is so enticing.” he laughed, “why don’t you step out of 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 party 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 tits 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 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! You stay here sis and I'll be right back," Jeff told his sister, as he opened the public gate and left the stall. But, my phone rang. I press their buzzer and Maria says, ‘come on up, the door is open.’ After cleaning up the kitchen they sat and watched TV for a while until it was time for her daughter to go to bed. A second tentacle then squeezed its way into the pilot's tight arse; it remained still for several seconds, obviously giving Matt time to adjust to Hardcore it. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to party pleasure him. But to now have to do it alongside the dog that had complete control of her body was the most degrading thing she had suffered during her lifetime. I had to be careful with my new appendage and broach this condition to my friend slowly so I didn't freak her out. The old man looked up slowly and smiled at the stars. When I told them, my son made the reasonable point that his bed could easily fit them both. Mala on being free from his grip straightened up and facing him said 'you are a devil.' More like, inviting. inside a tunnel. “Cut!” I blonde think you will be pleased. Ten minutes later Sandy, now wearing her coat, collar and leash, tits and spike heels followed her mistress out to her car. Scott buried his face into her tits and rubbed his face into them and grinned his hips more as his cock poked Becky. I could taste the saltiness of what I just spewed into her wanting mouth. Julie watched as Samantha got an eyeful of her daddy’s cock. I did. I didn’t understand how that would work, but I knew it wouldn’t be good. Ray and Mike were sixty-nine on each other while the dancers were rimming them. As I started sweeping the house, I started to reminisce on the events over the past month. She found her arousal surging as she stared down at his head, burrowed between her legs, as she felt his teeth graze her clit. He walks in and stands in front of her. “Rose, what would you like to ask Tanya?” Fred said. Do you really think any man lets her do anything?” Jake countered.