It seemed to work though and soon Emily was calm again and Tracey was back to thinking how exciting it had been standing naked in front of the pizza guy being sold as if she was a piece of livestock which she knew of course that girls increasingly were. Life carried on over the next few days, work continued to be as annoying as ever and as far as she knew the bosses had even forgotten that she had Emily at home, certainly nothing was ever mentioned of it. It was loudly announced on the staff noticeboard that eighty percent of the company’s female staff were now slaves with a bold big letter statement, Come on Guys, let's try and make it 100% by Christmas Christmas was three months away and Tracey wondered what the free girls working for the company thought of that, including her. The future looked bleak! Emily was basically sitting at home while Tracey worked, she now had full access to Tracey's wardrobe and spent more and more time dressed in Tracey's clothes. She had even gleefully told Tracey one night that she had gone down the shops that day dressed in one of Tracey's dresses. In a way that didn't particularly bother Tracey but what Emily said next certainly did bother her. “Oh I bumped into the neighbour Mrs Chambers as well, had a good old chat,” she laughed, “ God that woman can chat for England, a right nosey parker as well, apparently she'd heard there were two slaves living in your house now, no I told her, public only one slave.” Tracey was startled as Emily was dressed when Mrs Chambers saw her she would assume that Tracey was the slave and Mrs Chambers was well known for being the biggest gossip in town, she couldn't control her anger and blurted out, “You stupid girl, she will think I'm the slave then.” for a second Emily just grinned and then giggled, “Oh blowjob yes your right, well you'd better play along then, you know the penalties for pretending to be a slave and she said she was going to tell everyone she knew, she said it was about time somebody put you in your place.” Tracey had fallen out with Mrs Chambers recently over something petty and she knew that was the kind of thing she would say and she probably would tell everyone she knew, which was a lot of people, this was getting out of hand, she'd anal flashed the Hardcore paper boy, been fucked by the window cleaner and nearly sold to the pizza guy and now her gossipy old neighbour thought she was a slave! “Oh and she's invited me to a party she's having at her place Saturday night, you don't mind if I go do you?” Emily smiled sweetly, “ apparently practically the whole neighbour hood is going, well the important ones anyway, give me a chance to amateur meet everyone and get to know them, have a good chat.” Tracey was shocked, she'd never been invited to one of Mrs Chambers parties before, what would Emily chat to these people about, she was only a slave after all although Mrs Chambers didn't know that! “Of course you go, have fun.” she managed to blurt out seeing Emily's questioning look. "Tension rings are used to keep bulls erect," the chef explained. He put his lips to it and inhaled, and leaned his head back into me. And then we’d spend the morning screwing. the feeling of Hardcore the But plug being pulled out of me had me squeal and try to pull away. Or should I just stab her quickly in the heart, so she wouldn't have time to let fear finally get the best of her? Brula’s skin was somewhere between the pasty white of First Officer Morbsby’s and the dusky anal brown of the XO’s. Bound as she was, it was possible to see that her areola and the moon around her asshole were both very dark. I snorted. I stammered and stuttered but finally got out the words "its for me I like to have some fun" I was completely embarrassed I can't believe what I just admitted to this stranger, that I had only public met a few minutes ago. No one was stronger than her except for the Cliveastone creature they held captured all these centuries ago. “Fuu-fuuuuck!” Rachel moaned through a semi-unconscious plight as the head my cock slowly slipped past her sphincter with a gratifying pop. It didn’t look like he was out of shape either. “I think so, Daddy. He tried to claw at the hand grabbing his mouth, but he felt himself growing weak and choking in his own blood. Later!” The room was a riot of Bokhara carpets and cushions, hangings of silk and muslin, loops of chain and rope. bed to barricade the door but Bull was right behind him. amateur I wondered if she noticed that an increasing number of exercises in the routines I created involved her bouncing up and down in front of me. I can’t deny that it was arousing, but I managed to avoid getting an erection by concentrating on the coaching as hard as I could. I was concerned that Shutt might try forced entry to a house, but Max kept us on the sidewalk until the road ended at the edge of a thick wooded area that stretched for more than a mile. She relaxed and began to learn and from that moment, she was a good pupil. I’d never thought of them as being all that sensitive, but the way she kissed them and sucked on them, it sure felt like it. “I love watching you play with my cock,” I said in response, whimpering as she slowly began to increase her speed. They whispered as they scurried away, blowjob no doubt thinking that I came to Shevoin to have an affair with him. I’m now onboard, along with Eyota Black, Patricia Jenkins, and Megan Powers.”