Latin Teen Tryouts #01

To Tracey's surprise there was a plate for her which she took when it was handed to her by a surly seaman. The food was almost inedible but she asked the other girls why five plates had been provided when there were only four of them normally there. “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 teen 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 they'd been given one of the girls asked, “How come your not wearing leg teens 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 Groupsex 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 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 sure they will get you in 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 threesome per her own orders each slave was marked on her behind with a number. It was etched onto the girls right buttock with a burning stick, the heat and the charred wood leaving a distinct mark. It wasn't permanent but it lasted a month, Tracey knew that permanently marking a girl was a matter of choice among slave owners. Some wanted to put a big bold brand on the girl marking her as hos property while others did not want to disfigure her skin preferring an unblemished bottom. To prove the point each of the four girls quickly got onto all fours and flicked their own shifts up revealing their own numbered behinds and a whole lot more. Leaving the sight of four upturned bottoms Tracey quickly left and made her way back up above deck, luckily no one questioned her on the way. Once back in the relative safety of Emily's cabin she was met with a scowl from Emily asking her where she'd been. Still flustered by the sights she'd seen and the danger she'd put herself in she couldn't think of an adequate answer answer so she just mumbled an apology. “Well get that shift off, we're not too far from shore and as it's the only thing you have to wear it should be washed.” Tracey was shocked, she had seen Emily naked when she'd help bathe her but Emily had never seen her totally naked and despite the shift offering the bare minimum of modesty at least it did that. “Are you sure Emily?” she whined weakly. anal “Of course I am you silly girl, not get that rag off or I'll call a crewman in to do it for you.” Tracey knew she was beaten and as slowly as she could she grabbed the hem of the shift and pulled it up over her body and her head until she took it off completely and threw it onto her old bed. She stood completely naked three feet in front of Emily looking at the ground dying of acute embarrassment. “Not bad Tracey, not bad at all,” Emily giggled appreciatively as she looked her up and down, “ I'd get a pretty penny for you if I put you on the block I'm sure.” You Mom is wise beyond her years. It seemed like all the natives were talking at once as they gathered and gazed at the stranger in their midst. “ teen She’s dead.” Flora said, her jaw threesome working. Maisy, who was sitting the other side of Jess, had stopped even pretending to work and was clearly fixated on Jess’ story along with several other girls: Jess was loving the attention. Anastasiya reached out to touch the lapel of Dmitri’s khaki jacket. Aunt Sheen co-operated perfectly and stretched out her left hand for me. I made sure her wrist was wrapped twice with the slipknot before Groupsex tying the other end to the bedpost. Her tongue eagerly licked what it could reach. She thought her heart would explode when she saw Logan disembark the plane in his Marine Dress Blues. It was all falling apart. she then gets up goes to her room and comes back out dressed for work and anal leaves. I then quickly put his cock back in his pants and pulled up his teens zipper. A male pig. “I have too much equipment to handle.”