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“I need her NI number as well,there's too many Smith's on the data base.” he shrugged and Tracey's hopes soared as she knew Emily wouldn't know that. She didn't know it herself but she knew it was on her payslips neatly tucked into pussy her underwear drawer in her bedroom. “I don't know that right now,is it really necessary?” Emily replied knowing the answer already. “I'm afraid so, this things good but when it hits a Smith or Jones it needs more info to get working.” he shrugged. “Well it looks like the deals off then.” Emily said dejectedly,completely the opposite to Tracey's mood. After paying for the pizza he left and Tracey tore into Emily who for her part excused it all as a joke. Then she dropped a bomb shell, “I could of sold you anyway if I wanted to, I know where you keep your pay slips don't you worry,” All of a sudden Tracey's anger drained from her and she was once again excited, she blowjob could have been sold to the pizza man,how exciting was that. He no doubt would have had his fun with her and then sold her on, God knows where she would of ended up. “I should write the number down for next time and get you off my pornstars hands for good.” Emily snapped. Crazily Tracey found herself apologizing for being angry and desperately trying to appease the slave. It was all mad, she was apologizing for almost being sold by her own slave! It seemed to work though and soon Emily was calm again and Tracey was back to thinking how exciting it had been standing naked in front of the pizza guy being sold as if she was a piece of livestock which she knew of course that girls increasingly were. Life carried on over the next few days, work continued to be as annoying as ever and as Hardcore far as she knew the bosses had even forgotten that she had Emily at home, certainly nothing was ever mentioned of it. It was loudly announced on the staff noticeboard that eighty percent of the company’s female staff were now slaves with a bold big letter statement, Come on Guys, let's try and make it 100% by Christmas Christmas was three months away and Tracey wondered what the free girls working for the company thought of that, including her. The future looked bleak! Emily was basically sitting at home while Tracey worked, she now had full access to Tracey's wardrobe and spent more and more time dressed in Tracey's clothes. She had even gleefully told Tracey babe one night that she had gone down the shops that day dressed in one of Tracey's dresses. In a way that didn't particularly bother Tracey but what Emily said next certainly did bother her. “Oh I bumped into the neighbour Mrs Chambers as well, had a good old chat,” she laughed, “ God that woman can chat for England, a right nosey parker as well, apparently she'd heard there were two slaves living in your house now, no I told her, only one slave.” Tracey was startled as Emily was dressed when Mrs Chambers saw her she would assume that Tracey was the slave and Mrs Chambers was well known for being the biggest gossip in town, she couldn't control her anger and blurted out, “You stupid girl, she will think I'm the slave then.” for a second Emily just grinned and then giggled, “Oh yes your right, well you'd better play along then, you know the penalties for pretending to be a slave and she said she was going to tell everyone she knew, she said it was about time somebody put you in your place.” Tracey had fallen out with Mrs Chambers recently over something petty and she knew that was the kind of thing she would say and she probably would tell everyone she knew, which was a lot of people, this was getting out of hand, she'd flashed the paper boy, been fucked by the window cleaner and nearly sold to the pizza guy and now her gossipy old neighbour thought she was a slave! “Oh and she's invited me to a party she's having at her place Saturday night, you don't mind if I go do you?” Emily smiled sweetly, “ apparently practically the whole neighbour hood is going, well the important ones anyway, give me a chance to meet everyone and get to know them, have a good chat.” Tracey was shocked, she'd never been Blowjobs invited to one of Mrs Chambers parties before, what would Emily chat to these people about, she was only a slave after all although Mrs Chambers didn't know that! “Of course you go, have fun.” she managed to blurt out seeing Emily's questioning look. “Oh great, I haven’t been to a party for ages.” Emily squealed excitedly. “Every line from that book has been turned-over and analyzed a thousand times, and not an ounce of truth has ever come from it.” Justina hissed. 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