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Tracey did go to the gym herself, a free girl in there was slightly unusual but it was a free gym so why not. She kinda liked it that the salve girls around her worked hard, it spurred her on. Of course the slave girls were all naked all the time and whereas Tracey wore normal gym gear. She often found herself staring at a well rounded naked bottom opposite or a parted pussy and was often embarrassed when somebody saw her looking. As mentioned there was always a man or two in the gym working the girls hard and they were often surprised to see a clothed girl in with them, some were even resentful and angry as if she had no right hentai to be there but Tracey ignored their stares and go on with working out. It was quite a thrill she had to admit being surrounded by naked slave girls and when she joined their aerobic classes she knew her pussy was wet as she struggled to keep up with the slaves as the men taking the class shouted instructions at the class. Of course the one area that caused most problems was the showers, she had to strip naked with the other girls and mix in with them. They were open showers, gang showers I believe they are called, a row of eight shower heads in a row and usually anything up to twenty girls under them all squeezed together washing themselves. Up to now Tracey was distinguishable as a free girl simply because she was wearing clothes. Now she was just another naked pussy just like all the others and she was easily mistakable as a slave. There was usually a man or two in the shower room with them keeping an eye on them to make sure they didn't dawdle. Usually they had seen Tracey taking her gym kit off before she entered the showers and knew her status but occasionally a man would come in five minutes later and all he saw was a mass of naked slaves washing themselves, Tracey was just another one to him and that idea turned her on enormously. She was often shouted at with the other girls and the water turned to cold quite often with comments like, “We are not wasting hot water on your cunts.” thrown around. She always received a puzzled look or comment when she got out of the shower, dried herself and got dressed, her true status being revealed. She did love those moments though in the shower when to all extents and purposes she was just another slave. The risk that one day a man would not let her get dressed and be angry at her deception was always there but she loved the risk. So her life continued, she worked ten hours a day at the lab and she knew time was running out on her current project. The company was demanding not only a permanent devoicer spray but also a temporary one, one that lasted longer than4 minutes, more like an hour. No matter how hard she worked though she couldn't seem to crack the four minute mark. Even her male colleagues used to joke with her that slavedom was just around the corner for her if she couldn't crack it and she knew they were probably right! She thought that moment had come one day when she was summoned into the managers office. She had to stand in front of his desk, head bowed, while he shouted at her but instead of slavedom he told her they were giving her a little more time and that from that night she would be allowed to take a slave home with her so that she could continue with her work there. Tracey was in two minds regarding this, her home was a tiny one bedroom flat, a bit of a hole to be honest but it was all she could afford, girls wages had been cut dramatically since the slavery act had been brought in. She also didn't think she could do much real work there, after all she had no equipment at home. She also didn't know how she would get on with a naked slave in her flat, being in such proximity with one, she wasn't a bossy girl and having another girl there could be intimating. On the other hand she wasn’t being made a slave herself, well not yet anyway, so she left the office all grateful thanking the man profusely for his understanding and patience. I thought at the time that she was the owner of the diner, nothing more. “Foolish girl,” she hissed. When he climbed back out of the pool and headed to me, I was surprised he wasn’t trying to hide the tent in his swimsuit. At 47, he was Rohit’s father and the patriarch of the Sharma family, of which Disha had just become the newest member. They all hooted, whistled, cheered and clapped as we passed. I returned my attention to her chest, my hentai one hand closing gently around that breast, giving it more soft sucks. "What do you mean, my princess? My cock had softened but she was so tight I stayed in! Finally, one last passionate kiss and she got off of me and went to my bathroom. The only times she wasn’t thinking about everything else was when they were fucking. “It is just so lame that I don’t dare to tell my parents,” Maria complained. He shouted at her about his fall and about her leaving.