Granny cleans up in the office part1

“Well that is your choice Miss, we have a supply of shifts for girls such as her or as you say leave her like she is.” the boy replied making it fairly obvious which option he preferred. “Emily, I can''t stay like this.” she whined knowing full well that sexy what she wanted would of no bearing on Emily's final decision. “I don't see why not, “ Emily snapped but then to Tracey's relief she said to the boy, “ but you better go and get us one of the slave shifts.” The boy left with his usual last look at the naked Tracey and he returned ten minutes later with the familiar white shift. Putting it on while the two of them watched Tracey noted that the shirt was even thinner and maybe an inch or two shorter than her own shift. The material was also coarser and was very itchy already, but these considerations faded for the moment, at least she was covered again, if barely. She was well aware that although she had previously been dressed in similar garb to the fancy girls it had been different enough to notice, her previous shift had been made of fine silk for example and she was now wearing rough cotton. Anyone outside the cabin wouldn't see her dressed similarly to a fancy girl, she was dressed as a fancy girl! As if providence had spoken there was a sudden knock on the door and a rough crewman entered and looking directly at Tracey said, “The smithy is waiting for her, we will be ashore soon enough and he wants to get her done before then.” Emily looked slightly confused but Tracey knew exactly what the man meant, he was there to take her to have shackles fitted! Emily seemed to catch on fast, especially at the word smithy and she suddenly squealed with delight, “Of course, we mustn't keep the man waiting must we Tracey?” leaping up from the bed where she'd been granny sitting and taking Tracey's hand and leading her out of the cabin behind the crewman. Tracey was startled, firstly she could see land, and secondly on where she was being pulled to. She didn't want to have iron blowjob shackles fitted to her delicate white ankles, they looked horrid and must weigh a ton. She wailed as such to Emily who was determinedly pulling her along but as usual she was paying no attention to her. Of course she was dressed as a fancy girl now and everybody they passed if they didn't already assumed she was one. They entered a small funny wooden shack affair that compared to the rest of the ship was boiling hot. A red glow coming from a carefully contained fire in one corner, in the centre of the room stood an anvil, a smallish man wearing only trousers looked at them and Hardcore said rather unnecessarily, “Is this the wench?” In reply Tracey made a desperate lunge for the door but she was quickly scooped up by the crewman who had brought them there. The cabin boy had also come along for the entertainment and Tracey could only wail once more at Emily. “Oh do be quiet, your only embarrassing yourself Tracey.” she snapped and then turned to the blacksmith, “ this is her, do whatever you have to do.” Tracey squealed as she was pushed roughly to the floor and her leg lifted up so that her ankle was resting on the cold iron of an anvil. Apart from the fear of what was happening she was only too aware of the view she was giving them now, the boy having positioned himself to get the best view. Without another word an iron bracelet was attached to her ankle and and a hot pin was pushed through the joint fixing it firmly in place, “Shall I close it permanently? “ he asked looking up at Emily, as did Tracey. “Oh how do you do that?” tits said Emily with a glint of excitement in her eye. “Easy enough, just flatten the head of the pin down so it can never be pulled out, she will be in irons the rest of her life then.” the man laughed. Tracey shivered in fear, it was bad enough that she was having them fitted at all but to think that they might be on forever would be unbearable. Candice arrived shortly after. "4 sir" She could feel her pussy clench and tighten with arousal at each hit. He was different with Ursula, he teased her, “Um, what are you fixing, it smells good.” She lifted and said let's granny cum together and sucked me to the back of her throat while swallowing me. She whispered to herself, almost doubled over as she doubtless drew a couple of glance, breathing harder than she should for an innocent commuter, her cheeks flushed a crimson red. Make me suffer for all I've done!” Wonder if that hard on would hang out the bottom or does he wear a speedo. I could feel my body get warm in tits the spots, it came in contact with. He knew they were sensitive to this touch, so he went lightly. "Rob? Her DD cup breasts were literally bursting out of this tiny scrub top. The Husky, German Shepherd and Doberman had already dismounted, done with me and each looking content as they dozed nearby. Cassie mindlessly shook her head yes as she continued to grip her brother’s hard cock. The next day I was ready for my new adventures and sexy I was determined to have sex with Steve and the other guy who I still didn't know his name. They would go ‘69’ with each other to give me time to recover before continuing our night long sessions of sexual bliss. What happened at your end? On the other hand, my pussy was hot and throbbing. Her hazel depths brimmed with such joy. She's fine. I sat on the edge of the couch thinking about what is planned for tomorrow. This monster kept following Momo around the house and bullying Momo! “What? I begin tweaking her nipples which in turn causes her Hardcore to moan into my mouth. ‘You’ve been checking out my ass for years. That height didn’t hinder the man either when it came to women. Today you gonna take my place, and I won't take no for an answer”, Marco said with blowjob a smirk on his face. “And you hacked the Westin security cameras before we could scrub them,” Dave finished, realizing his dad was telling the truth. Stan appeared confused when he saw us, but he opened the door to talk. And she did that, because she wanted to let me watch her having sex with other people, right from my own bedroom," Alex confessed, as he unbuckled his belt, undid the button at the top of his pants, and pulled his zipper all the way down to allow his rapidly-hardening, underwear-covered penis to pop out of the V-shaped opening at the front of his crotch.