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“Hello Tracey, so the stories are true.” she heard a woman’s voice say and she looked to her right and saw Judy Jones standing a few feet away and smiling at her. She was a woman she didn't really know but exchanged pleasantries with when they saw each other, a pretty middled aged woman above slavery age who always had an annoying habit of making Tracey feel like she was looking down on her. She was probably at the party last night and had heard the stories and now the evidence was standing in front of her. Tracey didn't really reply, just smiled and kept her head bowed looking at the ground which had suddenly become very interesting. “I've always thought you'd make prime slave material what with that cute body of yours, I can see why some of the men last night were talking about paying you a visit now.” she laughed blatantly looking Tracey up and down. Tracey felt like she had to say something but all she could manage was, “Thank you.” “Oh don’t thank me, thank the men after they have finished with you although from the way they were talking there won't be much left of you to do that.” she laughed gaily as if she was discussing the weather, “indeed Frank Roberts said he was going to make those large breasts of yours into purses, won't that be fun.” she giggled. “Won't that be fun!” having her tits cut off and turned into a purse, that didn't seem like fun to Tracey. Still staring at the ground she didn't say a word though and Judy said, “I'm going to make a few phone calls to tell everyone it's all true and then you can expect a visit Missy.” she laughed and turned and started walking away holding her phone to her ear but before she did Tracey was aware hentai that she was taking a few photos of her. Great now there were photos of her naked in public, evidence that she was pretending to be a slave! She was brought back to the present by reaching the front of the queue and the ice cream man leering at her and asking what she wanted. She suddenly realised that she didn't have a clue and just said the first thing that came into her head, a simple ice cream cone. Taking it from the man she quickly crossed the road just wanting to get back indoors as quick as possible and she breathed a huge sigh or relief when the door shut behind her. Emily was up now and to rub salt into the wounds was wearing Tracey's dressing gown! Tracey explained what had happened and to her annoyance Emily seemed to find it all very amusing and then started rummaging in Tracey's underwear drawer before triumphantly pulling out one of Tracey's pay slips and started to copy something down onto a piece of paper. “What are you doing?” Tracey asked surprised. “Just writing your National Insurance number down and then I'm going to call that nice pizza man back and see if he still wants to buy you, I may as well get some money for you while I still can.” Emily laughed and all Tracey could do was lick her ice cream and wait. Three of my girlfriends and I decided to go out on a ladies night to a local upscale bar in Monmouth County NJ, that we know and frequent, for a few drinks and some dancing. Beforehand, in a group text we kept joking about what the night might bring. Would it be mild or wild? Of course we chatted about what would wear. Shelby chaperoned the first two times Lonnie was there then volunteered to be my full-time studio assistant; at least that’s what she told Kevin. The last crumbs of supper lay silent on my platter. That does sound nice.” Monet smirked. Claire couldn’t help to think that this resembled angles that racy Instagram “models” would post. She was a bit uppity about herself and Greg was a rather somber and shy young boy. The velvety friction made me groan. Mom had always been pretty svelte but as the years passed by she sort of filled out and had ended up with a nice hourglass figure with what I innocently imagined were decent boobs and a round firm butt. Oh, it tickled something in me to hear those vulnerable cries, to feel the way she writhed in reaction to every motion of my lips and tongue. I could hear the muffled sounds of Matt and Celeste as they snuggled up to each other and giggled about what they were dressed like and where they were. Her legs were equally tan and sleek, shaved and beautiful. “It was dark last night, remember?” Desperate to taste his impressive cock her lips naturally parted. “What was a body massage? “I'm coming!” Kora shouted over the gathering cacophony of the crowd. I deduced this from physical attributes of them and some comments that I was picking up between them. The Old Man asks me what I see but I’m not sure it’s real. Head down, his snout pressed tight up against her slit. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. We had a great meal as both of us guys each had a steak. She was almost drooling. “That, was literally thee best sex I have ever had in my fucking life, oh my hentai god baby.” I said like I was out of breath while he held and cuddled me in his chair. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the doorbell ring. It wasn't shaved. That's when I finally opened my eyes, and looked at Freddy for a moment. Their love.