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She had an urge to pinch them as hard as she could but she knew she would face some sort of punishment if she did so she restricted herself to just rolling them between her fingers as she washed them. She even ran her hands between Emilys legs and washed her thoroughly there. She saw that she had a fine covering of wispy blonde hair down there, hair that was quickly matted wet and she wasn't sure if it was purely from the bath water! She was slightly perturbed by the moans and whimpers coming from Emily as she washed her there but she made sure she was really clean before she stopped and that took more than a moment. She had hoped that maybe Emily would return the favour and wash her or at least let her enjoy that bath but as soon as she was out and dry she ordered Tracey to empty it. It shouldn't of been the case but it very quickly became like Tracey's was Emilys maid even though she wasn't.A fact that was picked up on during the evening meals with the captain and his senior crew. These were rowdy affairs and despite Emily being his daughter the air was full of ribald jokes and bawdy laughter. No doubt Emily was used to these sort of evenings having travelled on the ship many a time before but Tracey found the men’s behaviour to be only slightly higher than that of a savage and she spent the nights sitting quietly around the table pretending to be interested in the men’s inane tittle tattle. As far as she were concerned the slaves probably had a better deal cooped up below decks! On one night it had been very stormy and Tracey had been quite frightened, the wind and the rain were ferocious and the ship was listing over alarmingly. At one stage the decision had been made to bring the slaves up on deck. The decision wasn't made for their safety but rather to equal out the ballast of the ship or some such nautical idea, although Tracey was concerned for them, after all they were precious cargo, her reason for being there in the first place! The Bondage storm only intensified and Tracey ended up standing beside the big wooden support of the main sail cowering in the wind and rain. She had no idea where Emily was, probably safe in the arms of her father although he was probably very bust trying to safe his ship! She was scared and if she'd never had sea sickness before she certainly had it now with the way the ship was rolling about. Despite being afraid and feeling totally wretched though she couldn't help but notice that all the slaves brought up on deck were totally naked. During the boarding and counting the slaves usually wore loin clothes that although were barely adequate did hide their nakedness. Apparently below decks these loin clothes were discarded and the men were completely naked. It was quite a sight for Tracey, she was not experienced that way with men, her strict father saw to that chasing away any potential suitors and insisting that she remained married to the job. So the sight of one hundred naked penises was a sight to behold indeed. These were not small penises either, the size and girth of them took Tracey's breath away as much as the storm did and she was sure that not only her sea sickness was making her swoon against the mast support. The female slaves were also running around naked, usually wearing the same loin clothes as the males Tracey was well used to seeing amateur their large pendulous breasts swing freely but tonight they were as naked as the males. Although they salves were all black and little more than savages the sight of so much blatant nudity was an eye opener to Tracey, indeed if the slaves hadn't of been black the whole scene would have been positively scandalous. Tracey did notice that the white fancy girls were not naked, they were huddled together only a few feet from her position looking as scared as she was. They were dresses in a simple white shift that if they had been on the streets of Bristol would of got them arrested for indecency it was that thin and short. Indeed the shift was not unlike the one Tracey herself was dressed in. The storm had struck late at night when she had been in bed and Emily had been in such a rush to make sure they vacate the cabin that she had not had time to put anything else on. Despite her fear and illness she couldn't help but feel ashamed and vulnerable as she stood on the deck. The shift, soaked by the driving rain had plastered itself to her body like a second skin and she hated to think what a harlot she must look like. The storm raged for another three hours and whether is was good seamanship or good luck or teen a combination of the two the ship was still upright when the weather subsided and they so obviously ridden out the storm. It was by now dawn and the light, although not perfect yet was good enough to reveal indian the broken masts and sails flapping in the wind. Some of the sailors were starting to round up the slaves and Tracey knew that she would soon have to go below decks to do a head count. She herself had found a secure place to stand against the wind but she knew the slaves were left to fend for themselves on the open deck and she had no idea if any had been swept overboard. “Come on then ladies, let's get you back below.” she heard a sailor say to the group of fancy girls to her left. Max wacked off & came as Sonia finished her asslicking duties. My bare hand teen felt the cool air, then my bare knuckles met the attacker’s jaw, then my sword’s pommel met her nose until it caved. amateur “I couldn’t help but notice Nicole wasn’t at school today.” They were in the Marvel home, looking at the corpse of indian one of their friends. “Splendid.” Ariela spoke, rising to stand and stepping down to the carpeted floor of her tent, beckoning with a hand towards one of her men, “Fetch two rapiers, allow the Princeling to choose his first.” I could hear it approaching, its Bondage air breaks bleeding off. I don’t get how you can do what you did and feel okay with it. "Good!" I want you to tell them about your time with Sharon that night. I found the amount I needed and entered the booth. With that said, I would have ordered a Grey Goose martini even if I were paying for it myself, had a wanted to spend the $35. "AAAGGGHHH, NO NO NO STOP STOP PLEEEEASE, NOOOOOO!" Her body shook uncontrollably as she screamed unable to breath for the duration of the long lasting orgasm in control of her body and mind. Hold on. You will charge this every night. "Why did you send me there?" “I had it from his own hand” she said, “and it is mounted on a crucifix”. The head of his cock came up against my hymen.