“Oh there's meant to be five of us apparently and they are to stupid to count us and they've always brought five plates in every time.” a girl laughed. “Yes we don't mind if they think there's five of us, more food for us, “ another girl chipped in, “so we don't tell them there's only four of us, we just play along and pretend there’s five.” “They actually got it right today.” another girl laughed and Tracey joined in the girlish giggling knowing that she was in a potentially dangerous position sitting here with the other girls dressed as she was but she felt the old familiar tingle between her legs and made no effort to get up. After another ten minutes during which time they tried to digest whatever food it was Big Boobs they'd been given one of the girls asked, “How come your not wearing leg irons?” For the first time Tracey saw that all the other girls wore heavy looking shackles, a three foot length of iron attached to two ankle bracelets riveted securely shut, she doubted they could ever be removed riveted as they were. All four girls were looking at her awaiting her answer and she was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, she couldn't admit that she was a free woman, their mistresses no less , how would she explain that sitting there with them and wearing what they were, and so she said the only thing she could think of, “I've been helping serve one of the ladies on board, shackles would of hindered my duties too much.” As soon as she said it she regretted it, she blonde had basically admitted that she was one of them! They seemed to accept her explanation though but them to Tracey's horror the seaman returned to collect the empty plates and the girl who had asked the question spoke up, “I'm cocksucking sure they will get you in oral irons quick enough now that we are almost there, isn't that so John.” Apparently they were on first name terms with their captors and he grunted confusedly, “Our friend here needs some shackles fitted.” the girl said explaining as if she was talking to a backward child. “Oh I will inform the smith.” he grunted and left. Tracey was alarmed, this was going too far again, her companions thought she was one of them and she could soon be shackled and she doubted if Emily would stop it, once she was shackled them she may as well be a slave! What was she to do. She certainly thought it was time to leave her current companions and so she rather shakily stood up and as she did so one of the girls flipped up the back of her shift revealing her unblemished bottom to them all. “Your not even marked.” the girl squeaked in surprise. Tracey knew what she was referring to, as per her own orders each slave was marked on her behind with a number. It was etched onto the porn star girls right buttock with a burning stick, the heat and the charred wood leaving a distinct mark. I had to go in the women’s dressing rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I’d done it a few times, it didn’t even matter. His cock buried into me. His incestuous seed spurted into my fertile depths. oral I add: "Sylvia, don't be porn star afraid of the gagging and cocksucking eye rolling of your daughter. Clearly, we need to hire some security to keep the kids in check. Each time she misses Joe crops her arse again. But first she had to satisfy herself she rummaged in her bedside table for her good friend the vibrating dildo she had bought herself. That is blonde what we are having. I took Big Boobs a deep breath. Her stockings were attached to the straps of a suspender belt matching her bra, a narrow lacy band round her hips. She takes a deep breath and stiffens. It was easy for Adam to enter Jane sloppy pussy but than Victor positioned to enter Jane sore ass. She got up, and her ripped panties fell to the fell. I whispered to Dona, “You are a wicked thing.” He buried his face in her ample cleavage and licked and kissed her breasts. When she turned off her music she thought she heard her mom crying but it either didn't last long or she was mistaken and after not hearing anything more she eventually drifted off to sleep.