Normally once the slaves were aboard the ship and counted Tracey would depart ashore but on this day her father was ill in bed and by default she had to endure the passage to America and back again. Sex This time it was bright day light and she had a better view of the enormous penises, a sight that never failed to quicken her blood. “A brand you mean?” she asked. The ship was not built with separate quarters for females in mind and although their cabin was comfortable enough it was cramped enough with the two women inside. “Maybe I should arrange to have you whipped tomorrow, I’m sure the crew would enjoy seeing a white woman treated like that.” Emily smiled evilly. As far as Tracey was concerned she had to use every trick in the book to get by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive breasts, although it was eighteen forty five, surely a women should be able to flourish on her own merit. She was just relieved that she wasn’t condemned to a lifetime in irons, at least yet. “Certainly not, I’m not letting a girl like you wear one of my fine dresses, “ she snapped, “ and besides the boy won’t mind seeing you as you are.”
Tracey wasn’t worried about whether the boy minded
