Then the next question, did I really want to have that much control.We sat down and right away I felt her Solo leg softly rubbing dildo mine.Then she looked into the van and spied my shotgun rider in her birthday suit.Not yet baby, I tease as I stop licking stockings again and dig my fingernails into her arse cheeks.Her soft white skin was more exposed mom and the pressure from her feet and legs over my lap.I nodded again.My pussy clenched as I leaned closer.Come on, Anna… I thought you prefer vagina?I ask.You tease Sex Toys me by grasping my finger, letting me know that this could be massaging my cock. The woman’s husband apparently showed no real interest in his wife’s disappearance and remarried six months later.To be honest Tracey found the story very horny, the idea that a lady of nobility and good upbringing could so easily be reduced to a naked quivering slave girl overnight made her pussy tingle.Although she'd never told anyone, for obvious reasons, the whole idea of being sold into slavery was incredibly exciting to her and always had been. The blacks of course were born for slavery and she hardly gave them a second dildo thought, but the fact that a white woman could be traded as a slave got her juices flowing every time.There was no market for such goods in England of course but she knew all too well that the Americans had an insatiable appetite for white female flesh and she was happy to supply that appetite. So for every shipment of slaves she supplied there were four or five white girls included in the manifest. She would supply more if she could but any more than four or five girls disappearing every few months would catch the laws attention. So far they had not been bothered by her trade and seemed to accept the number of white girls she took as acceptable but she didn't want to push their tolerance.The captain of the ship was a rough fellow called Captain Johnson and Tracey didn't much care for him and she thought he didn't care stockings much for her either. Usually though her dealings with him were kept mom to a minimum but on this particular day things were different.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 Solo to America and back again. She wasn't look forward to it, the few times she'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her quarters for each trip. Another reason was that Captain Johnson was in the habit of taking his daughter Emily on the trips to America with him.Tracey did not like Emily, she was eighteen and a spoilt brat. Admittedly she was an attractive girl but her manners and attitude to Tracey were appalling. The thought of being cooped up for Sex Toys so long with Emily filled Tracey with dread. Apart from anything else it was considered bad luck to do the voyage with one female passenger on board let alone two and she knew the crew were looking at her with fear and contempt.Her father really was ill though and she had no choice but to do the trip to ensure that the inventory got where it was supposed to be going and there were no discrepancies or problems.So on this bright morning she found herself standing on the deck counting off the one hundred male slaves, twenty five females and four fancy girls.