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“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 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 blowjob permanent but it lasted a month, Tracey knew that permanently big 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 huge a scowl from Emily asking her where she'd been. Still flustered by the sights she'd seen and the blonde danger she'd put herself in she couldn't pussy 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. “Of course I am you silly girl, not get that rag off or I'll call a crewman in to do it for you.” “Cute pussy kiddo, but be careful, there’s a lot of perverts about.” She gripped her chair again. At lunch we sat opposite each other at one of those bench tables. Authors Notes: This one isn't exactly a stand blonde alone. “You look horny.” This time I noticed that her bathroom was just like a girls should be she had everything pink or dark purple, even the light near the mirror were some shade of pink, one the other hand her toilet and bathtub here the only two things in that big room that were black, I didn't knew that there were pussy some black toilet and black bath tubs. Forgetting her pants, she jumped up and into my arms. Serena was huge a petite little thing. My tummy had this itchy feeling and my pussy just kept giving me those strong tingles. After the orgasm that seemed to last forever in my mind anyway, blowjob I just let out an intense breath. David was lost in a sexual frenzy and fucked her throat harder than he'd ever fucked Diane's. “Mmm, so what do you want to do to me, Mr. Mayor?” she moaned. “Or are you Lara?” "The third woman got away and radioed security.