“Well if you can borrow some do, I'm sure she will sell cheaply.” Emily laughed. With a promise to see what he could do and with a final glance at Tracey he left the cabin, much to Tracey's relief. The talk of selling her and the fact that she was standing there naked and humiliated and weirdly turned her on but the overwhelming sensation was embarrassment. She said as much to Emily who brushed her complaints aside as if they were of no significance at all, as if being seen naked by a young boy was nothing important. The next hour or so was spent still naked brushing interracial Emily's hair and doing menial tasks around the cabin, her embarrassment did not abate at her constant nudity but Emily seemed unconcerned. The cabin boy returned after a while and again with lustful eyes on Tracey he had informed Emily that there had been a mishap. Apparently her shift, newly washed, had petite been pegged to one of the many ropes on deck to be dried by the wind but the wind had proved to be too strong and had ripped the garment free for it never to be seen again. Tracey was horrified but Emily laughed as if it were highly amusing, “What are we to do then, leave her as she is?” she asked the boy. “Well that is your choice Miss, we have a supply of shifts for girls such as her or as you say leave her like she is.” the boy replied making it fairly obvious which option he preferred. “Emily, I can''t stay like this.” she whined knowing full well that what she wanted would of no bearing on Emily's final decision. “I don't see why not, “ Emily snapped but then to Tracey's relief she said to the boy, “ but you better go and get us one of the slave shifts.” The boy left with his usual last look at the naked Tracey and he returned ten minutes later with the familiar white shift. Putting it on while the two of them watched Tracey noted that the shirt was even thinner and maybe an inch or two shorter than her own shift. The material was also coarser and was very itchy already, but these considerations faded for the moment, at least she was covered again, if barely. She was well aware that although she had previously been dressed in similar garb to the fancy girls it had been different enough to notice, her previous shift had been made of fine silk for example and she was now wearing rough cotton. Anyone outside the cabin wouldn't see her dressed similarly to a fancy girl, she was dressed Hardcore as a fancy girl! As if providence had spoken there was a sudden knock on the door and a rough crewman entered and looking directly at Tracey said, “The smithy is waiting for her, we will be ashore soon enough and he wants to get her done before then.” Emily looked slightly confused but Tracey knew exactly what the man meant, he was there to take her to have shackles fitted! Emily seemed to catch on fast, especially at the word smithy blonde and she suddenly squealed with delight, “Of course, we mustn't keep the man waiting must we Tracey?” leaping up from the bed where she'd been sitting and taking Tracey's hand and leading her out of the cabin behind the crewman. Tracey was startled, firstly she could see land, and secondly on where she was being pulled blowjob to. She didn't want to have iron shackles fitted to her delicate white ankles, they looked horrid and must weigh a ton. She wailed as such to Emily who was determinedly pulling her along but as usual she was paying no attention to her. Of course she was dressed as a fancy girl now and everybody they passed if they didn't already assumed she was one. They entered a small funny wooden shack affair that compared to the rest of the ship was boiling hot. A red glow coming from a carefully contained fire in one corner, in the centre of the room stood an anvil, a smallish man wearing only trousers looked at them and said rather unnecessarily, We broke it up and brought her home to you. What went on here was already illegal. “Come on Tanya, time to get you home and to bed.” My favorite food is cum and my second-favorite food is piss. "You two playing with each other." There were some tables and chairs stacked there and someone had already lifted a couple of tables down. Look, there's Chuck and Brad talking over there. “Carsina, yes!” I groaned. She didn't answer, but just kept fingering my hair, so “My teacher, Mrs. Rosario, wants me to do FOCUS classes next year, but Jabar will just be meaner if I do…” Her cheeks turned red with blush. "Medium for me, please." I'd never felt anything like it. I couldn’t wait to enjoy her again but then came a huge disappointment. For several minutes you perv on my wifes tits until you glance up and make eye contact with me. I smile as if to say blowjob "caught you" and you grin drunkenly. Some were talking while passengers texting. And then he was interracial running again, straight for her. Each of the chefs looked it over and took it to make copies. So there we were, both totally naked. "Oh yeah, just like that!" We have several houses and buildings attached petite to one other and this has kept us very close as a family unit. As I was leaning Hardcore against the window to get the best possible view of the pool area, Jody finally became aware of my presence. His career requires him to travel frequently during the week, and when the weekend rolls around, he tries to make sure his family comes first but is often too tired to devote proper attention to them. I groaned louder and louder as my orgasm built and built in blonde me. This was incredible. He can make his cock stand up on his own now, Selvi,” Ponni told her sister.