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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 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 indian 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 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. My eyes widened at the feel of her puckered sphincter at the tip of my dick. Josh could hardly take it. My sister wasn't having nearly as much fun at our dad's office that I was having. Sliding my fingers up and down over the bare skin of my slit, teasing myself a little. She thought these were literal cabins this whole fucking time, not a cul de sac. “Jasmine!” In a short time, Jill started an earth shattering orgasm, frozen in time, her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned, “OH FUCK, STEVE……OH FUCK……OH SHIT I’M CUMMING…..I’M CUMMING…..OH GAWD I’M CUMMING.” It did not even hit me until later indian that he was jerking off with my panties. You like riding your Daddy?" “Fuck me,” she whispered.