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Both of them were practically rubbing their hands in anticipation but at just that moment her slaves arrived and she was allowed to walk out with them still a free girl but she knew it would have been a different story if the girls had arrived 5 minutes later! The building she worked in was a huge modern facility with all mod cons one of which was a gym on the tenth floor. The company employed around 1000 people, 70% of which were female. Of those 700 women probably 80% were slaves and of those free women probably only 20 of them used the gym on a regular basis. The slaves used it constantly, it was compulsory for them, all the time the company owned them it wanted it's slaves to be fit and healthy and wo betide any girl who put weight on. Because of this the gym was usually full of slaves and they worked out hard. Not that they had any choice, over watching them at all times were a series of men who pushed them to work out even harder. 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 pussy all the time and whereas Tracey wore normal gym gear. She often found herself doggystyle 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 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 blowjob 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 humping 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 party 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. Due to these harsh changes, the world was reset into an ice age. His throat was amazing how it felt as I penetrated it. The discomfort coming from the worry of hitting an orgasm at any moment. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and then I worried that Ted might notice the wetness in my crotch and get angry.” Katie breathlessly confessed. And my fingers are rubbing and mashing her clitoris. It’s like having convulsions” I was a keen hunter and knew to keep to cover, as not to scare away my prey. So Smile! The fingers rubbing at my pussy made my snatch melt. He's sixteen now, right? Was party Shemhazau peering out from behind her eyes, watching them, or was he sealed away unless summoned? I want you totally blowjob naked for the next part,” he said. I caressed her. Which meant I probably had talked to her but didn't remember doing it in this new timeline. And so Cindy teasingly ran the tip of the knife blade down the middle of Rico's six-pack abs and lower abdomen, through his thick patch of dark-brown pubic hair, and then stopped just short of his penis. She didn’t have doggystyle to explain what he was supposed to do in this position. The whole house had the feel of a man. A house that hadn’t been subject to the tastes humping of a woman pussy since perhaps the previous owner. Why didn’t she answer my calls?” he’s all but screaming at me in his shitty accent. Her hawk grip on me made me ponder how old she really was, maybe she was just a 19 year old trapped in a 33 year old body? Her eyes were glazed over, and she was still shaking.