al 3-lea animatie: extraterestru invasion 1

“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 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 hands for good.” Emily animation 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 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, toons 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 BDSM big spent more and more time dressed in Tracey's clothes. She had even gleefully told Tracey 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 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. Of course you haven't your a slave. Tracey thought silently. “I would take you but it could be dangerous for you, most of the guests already think your a slave and they all will by the end of the night, and well you know what some toon men are liable to do with slave girls.” she shrugged her shoulders smiling. Tracey hated the way Emily was smiling at her, all patronising and insincere but not being able to think of some witty comeback she smiled as well and simply said thanks and then got on with cooking the dinner, another of Emilys job that she somehow found herself doing nowdays. Saturday came and she found herself busy doing Emily's hair and make up for her. She must admit she did look stunning when she finally left for the party and despite herself she couldn't go to bed until Emily got home. When she did stumble movie through the door Tracey noticed that it was gone 2a.m and that Emily was drunk, very drunk. She seemed to have had a good time though and between the drunken giggles she managed to get out of her that she'd liked everyone and they had liked her. “Everyone seemed to like you too though, “ she slurred, “All the men seemed to know you, a few called you that big titted bimbo,” she giggled,” they're all glad your a slave now, some of them said they might come round soon and have some fun with you if that was alright by me, I said of course it was.” she laughed sleepily. “But I'm not a slave.” she pointed out. Ty lifted her and put her on her knees. She slipped on a t-shirt over her naked body and crept down toon the hallway to the fridge. “Based on what we’ve seen, it could be rough for quite a while,” Condoleezza said. Carmela said we are fully up to date and all data animation has been assimilated. The food was BDSM probably salty and he toons licked around and slobbered the water, sloshing it on his tongue and out on the floor. Paul kept pushing for more. In the window behind them, I could see white flakes big falling from the lightening sky. 'Yes, your face'. “Well, hello you.” I smiled tiredly as I felt a familiar tongue circling my rim. Though they felt as soft as real flesh, she was still made of the alabaster. She was settled in her stall and then Johnny gave her the cock tail as well. Even though they were both hotter than a Texas parking lot in movie August, I held my libido in check. He arrived in the simple room to find her turning down the covers of the double bed. You have no idea how beautiful and sexy you are. He just knew the police would come by any time and cart him and Charlie off to jail for rape. “FLOW!” I could smell her juices before I even touched her, I could smell the day on her but at the same time I could smell those juices flowing giving off a sweet aroma as well. I was getting a little upset and asked do you want to fuck another woman. "Close your eyes." “And you?” I ask, “Are you not my sister, and am I not yours?” But we can’t. It’s too far. She took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinched, and twisted. Zane waited in the bathroom. “John interrupted, in a quiet, commanding tone, warning no insubordination, “I get up five sharp and need to get some sleep to finish the wiring. Focusing his attention to Mrs. Johnson. We had become very quietly good friends. The hot-headed elf growled, and drew, steel singing from the scabbard. I would be content the other way around as well. ..."It's HIM!" He heard the cartilage in her nose break. Unaffected by the blaze surrounding them, they marched steadily forward, heavy steel boots clanking on the marble floor as they advanced. I have had my naked body, especially my arse photographed many times by both males and females in a wide range of circumstances and situations.