“Go on then, what are you waiting for.” Emily prompted from the bed and and taking a deep breath she abandoned her reach for her gown and grabbed her purse instead and strode out of the bedroom without a backwards glance, reached the front door, hesitated, and then turned the door knob and opened it and walked out into the sunny outside without a stitch on. Blinking in the bright sunlight she saw that the van had parked one hundred yards away and it already had a small crowd of excited kids around it with their slightly less excited parents standing a few feet back watching. Not believing she was doing this she walked briskly towards the van hideously embarrassed and incredibly excited in equal measure. To her it seemed like every pair of eyes in the vicinity were on her naked body as she crossed the street and joined the queue at the van. Although she was the only adult in the queue and certainly the only stark naked one in the area there were plenty of grown ups admiring her as she waited. To make her ordeal worse the queue was moving very slowly and she had to stand there for all to see for some time and then it happened, “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 Indian Girls Fucking and started walking away holding her phone to her ear but before she did Tracey was aware 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. I stumbled back, panting, the dildo swaying before me. The MILF trembled. “Do you want more water or lube?” “No, no, no, it’s your turn next,” seductively whispered Trista. I went in slow, small strokes at first, but quickly evolved into slow, long strokes, eventually picking up the pace. Blood filled my mouth. It was like I awakened something deep and primal lurking in all their minds. It was so cute. During that interview I explained that our dress code was quite informal, except when we were meeting certain clients; some are as relaxed as us, but some definitely aren’t. Lucy was happy about this as she much preferred to be casual. She Indian Girls Fucking just stared blankly at Joseph a few moments before she started to think about the question. I like to learn and explore and find truths in the odd.