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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. He didn't speak unkindly but he had a way of making it an order not a request. As Tracey watched the girls stood up straight and got ready and the sailor said, “One, Two, Three, Four,” as he counted their heads, “Where the other one, there's meant to be five of you.” Before the girls could speak he looked over to where Tracey was standing and smiled, “There you are, thought we'd lost you there for a second, come on then.” Tracey was quickly aware that he thought she was a fancy girl, ready to be moved below deck and why wouldn't he, she was dressed in the same revealing shift and she knew that she certainly didn't look like a proper English lady right now! She was suddenly struck with fear but this was also tinged with excitement, the fact that she could pov be mistaken for a fancy girl destined for the auction block in America was very exciting, very exciting indeed. She froze not knowing what to do, the shift was still revealing all her curves and the sailor was sure he'd got the right girl, she wasn't sure how much her protests would work. In the end she was saved by a most unlikely source. “She is with me you idiot, surely you can see she has no shackles on.” Emily's strident voice filled the air. Normally a man wouldn't be spoken to in such a stern way by a woman but the fact that Emily was the Captains daughter made the man blanch and apologise. “Sorry Miss, it's just that the manifest mature says there are five fancy girls on board, I just assumed she was one of them.” he mumbled before scurrying off with the other girls. Tracey looked at Emily with gratitude and was about to thank Big Boobs her for her intervention when Emily said snidely, “Don't bother to thank me you silly girl, you left me to cope by myself during the storm, I should of let him take you below deck with the others, a dose of real servitude would do you good.” Tracey didn't know how to reply to that and so she just stood like a naughty schoolgirl, eyes cast down to the deck. On seeing Tracey's submissive pose Emily smiled and said, “Maybe it's not too late, I'm sure they have a spare pair of shackles somewhere and there should be five fancy girls on board after all.” This time Tracey looked up in alarm, “No please Emily, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise.” As soon as she said it she regretted it, Emily was her equal not her superior and yet in that one little statement she seemed to acknowledge her authority over her. With a triumphant smile on her face Emily looked at her as if thinking, “Well you make sure you are, there's still plenty of time for me to put you in irons fetish and let you join your sisters down below.” A shudder of fear swept through Tracey, cumshot what did she mean her sisters, those girls were nothing but cheap harlots who deserved to be where they were but then she again remembered how she was currently dressed, no doubt making all the crew around her look at her with lustful eyes. Not wishing to antagonise Emily any further in case she carried out her threat she again looked down and as she did she said, “Thank you Miss.” Emily seemed to accept that and they were soon back in the relative comfort of their cabin. Luckily Tracey's sea sickness seemed to have passed but when she attempted to dress Emily stopped her with a raised hand. “Actually you can stay dressed as you are for the rest of the trip, you look rather fetching and it will remind you of your position.” Tracey was appalled, standing in a flimsy shift in the middle of the night on a storm battered deck might just about be acceptable but during full daylight on a calm sea, it was indecent. The shift was very thin and clearly showed that her large breasts were naked under it the way they moved and jiggled, not to mention the fact that her nipples were very prominent under it. It was also outrageously short, it barely came down to her mid thigh and she had no undergarments on. “But Emily.” she started to protest but was cut short by her sharp retort. “I thought you said you were going to be a good girl, shall I call for the blacksmith to fit those shackles?” Dejected Tracey said no and spent the rest of the morning wearing just her shift. It was bad enough inside the cabin but on two occasions they left the cabin and went to visit Emily's father about some trivial matter, indeed Tracey was sure Emily arranged these visits purely to embarrass her. I'm sure I could fetish take care of business right now." Her breasts were heaving with the burning heat of her passion as she allowed her legs to mature open wider as he crawled forward and snuggled between them. It one of thing I love most doing. “I am slut. Jessy just pushed her a little forward and started on the other boob,Now we have a new guy on J's body! Then she’d press her thumb against her opening just a little before pulling it out and rubbing her clit instead. I wandered around for a while before deciding to go back to the boat to increase my orgasms count for cumshot the day. Rocking her hips from side to side, she slowly tugged her sticky panties downward, abandoning all remaining inhibitions in the process. We lifted together and moved her. She then stepped forward and put her hand pov on Loretta’s shoulder. Occasionally, while masturbating to online porn, he had visited shemale sites and had masturbated to completion, thinking of the hot little blonde sissy named Keven. Now you are my property," Hayden informed her. And for Big Boobs the very first time, they lay together as father and daughter; husband and wife. I shook my head no. I will leave that up to you and the girls.