? the other tramp wheezed.?I know, I took one down there last week, I got ten quid for her.? the first tramp laughed tightening his grip on Tracey's a...kle.?Well let's go then, buy some wine with that.? the second tramp said starting to get up on unsteady feet.As the first tramp started to get up himself he had to loosen his grip on Tracey and she knew it was now or never so she swiftly kicked her foot free from his grasp and ran as fast as she could away from there. She heard a few angry shouts. I kept thinking that at any moment I would feel the sting of my belt across my buttocks, trembling I was trapped over the ottoman. Soon I felt a presence at my foot, the one without a sock and tennis shoe. Then two hands began to caress my buttocks. I tried to twist away and Charlie pulled my arms up and I stopped. I tried to plead and beg for them to release me. The two of them only laughed, Bruce was rubbing something slick over my buttocks as he spoke to Charlie. I could not make out much of. It will be fucking fun, you honky slut.” The whole experience of standing in the street like a common streetwalker in the most outrageous hooker clothes leaning in the window of a handsome black man with Nelly blaring on the radio was like a dream come alive. “Are you wearing panties under that skirt?” I turned around, leaned over, the back of my ultra-mini black leather skirt hking up to reveal my pink lace covered tranny ass, the outline of my vinyl pussy lips clearly visible, and I churned. You need to respect that and respect them for it. They are not sluts and definitely not there to be abused. Owning a slave is like being married in a sense. Never forget you are responsible for there well being and safety.” He told me as he held out his hand. I shook his hand with the hand I had not used which brought a smile to his face before he left the room. Robert just laughed out loud before walking over to me and shaking my left hand. “Welcome to the family little brother.” then walked.