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In real life she knew she probably wouldn't of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she'd heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting! That kind of thing didn't happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of a slaves daily life. At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure. She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies. So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the application for her, denying her any choice in the unshaved bush matter. 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Spinning round she saw a pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there. “Oh yes, Mr Chambers bunch,” she giggled and then Unshaved Teen pointing she said, “through those doors and just follow the hall right down the end, it's the last door on the right, there will be a receptionist and other girls waiting no doubt, just tell her who you are.” Tracey tanked her and started off through the doors. Once in the new hallway she could see it stretching off in a straight line ahead of her. “Even I can't get lost here.” she said to herself without any true conviction and started on her way down the hall. She was beginning to wonder how big this building was and whether or not she had indeed got lost when she reached the end and the promised door on the right. Smoothing down her dress she knocked on the frosted glass panel of the door and entered. 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I pulled my pyjamas aside so that unshaven milf she then had hold of my bare cock which was, as usual, big and hard, a good 8½ inches long and already quite thick after some years of wanking three or four times a day.

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