She had only told Emily her date of birth yesterday in idle chat and now Emily reeled it off for the man without a care in the world and the man entered it into his phone. “I need her NI number as well,there's too many Smith's on the data base.” he shrugged and Tracey's hopes soared as she knew Emily wouldn't know that. She didn't know it herself but she knew it was on her payslips neatly tucked teen into her underwear drawer in her bedroom. “I don't know that right now,is it really necessary?” Emily replied knowing the answer already. “I'm afraid so, this things good but when it hits a Smith or Jones it needs more info to get working.” he shrugged. “Well it looks like the deals off then.” Emily said dejectedly,completely the opposite to Tracey's mood. After paying for the pizza he left and Tracey tore into creampie Emily who for her part excused it all as a joke. Then she dropped a bomb shell, “I could of sold you anyway cum if I wanted to, I know where you keep your pay slips don't you worry,” All of a sudden Tracey's anger drained from her and she was once again excited, she could have been sold to the pizza man,how exciting was that. He no doubt would have had his fun with her and then sold her on, God knows where she would of ended up. “I should write the number down for next time and get you off my hands for good.” Emily snapped. Crazily Tracey found herself apologizing for being angry and desperately trying to appease the slave. It was all mad, she was apologizing for almost being sold by her own slave! 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 Hardcore 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 amateur there were two slaves living in your house now, no I told her, 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.” The guys in the office enjoyed the wanton-me very much. Without stopping Jeff continued pushing his cock down his sister's throat. That part of my body wasn’t used to the penetration and stretching. Bending over to pick up things from the amateur floor with the right angle made it all the more enjoyable. I asked. We hadn’t had a chance to Hardcore get naked for a couple of weeks and I really wanted to, at the very least, get my hands all over that sexy body. “N-nice to meet you too.” I nervously sputtered. Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my clit a few times, and felt his seed from previous mating session oozing from my body. A cascade of sticky fluid poured from my gaping fuck hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mingled discharge oozed down my naked thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow. Ryan put his arms round me, kissed me and asked me if I was jealous of her tits. I pushed her back onto the table, pulling her ass towards the edge again. She stopped struggling, looking up into his eyes, “Okay fine, then tell me what your first name is.” He paused for a moment confused, “My first name?” No one had ever asked him what his cum first name was, not in over 6 years. I swung hard at the figure. With slow, even strokes, Lily creampie smeared the thick paste across the walls within his ass, making sure to cover it all evenly. I will leave you to your pleasures." Mostly due to the fact I was seeing the same thing but from different positions around the cave. The doctor stepped forward and gave Daisy a good check-up, although he did teen linger on her B cup tits for longer than I expected. We worked to keep our heads above the water so that it wouldn’t get into our suits and we wouldn’t contaminate it. Being this close to her made Ronja'a body tingle with anticipation, but it was clear snuggling together on the bed would not keep ugly thoughts away forever. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. “He didn’t ruin you for me.” My eyes shot open as I realized how long Miles had been there, he’d heard just about everything, and didn’t stop it. Bobby replied, “It’s ok D. I got this. I paused and took in the wonderful vision of beauty lying on the bed. I couldn't see what Maurice was doing, but her wife hardly registered anything. I want you to fuck me very soon also.”