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Tracey had no idea why she had acted as she did, she certainly did not want to be permanently branded and the consequences that would bring on the other hand she was feeling totally submissive, ever since she had stood naked in front of Emily's husband. The whole idea of being a fancy girl was strangely attractive , could it be any worse than be married to her husband! She knew it could of course, she would effectively be a slave, a white slave but still softcore a slave. Somebody else’s property. How was she going to get out of this, she had just told her cousin that she was free to brand her and that was what Emily intended to do! While she stood pondering her fate the door suddenly opened and the room was full of girls her age, giggling and looking at her curiously. They were all very pretty and barely dressed , wearing just small towels wrapped loosely around their bodies. It was obvious that these were her living companions, real life fancy girls. Introductions were made and the girls seemed to accept her as one of their own and within a minute of entering the room the towels were discarded and Tracey found herself surrounded by five completely naked girls! They didn't seem to be in the least bit embarrassed as they painted their toenails and any other pampering that needed doing and Tracey had ample opportunity to observe the brands on each pretty bottom which clearly denoted what these girls were. Five minutes later the door opened again and in came Emily, the girls although naked were not embarrassed at all and all curtsied as the lady of the house came in. “I see you've been making friends Tracey.”, she said amused, “I've masturbation just come to tell you that the blacksmith is currently away in town picking up some supplies so your branding will have to wait., in the meantime settle in here and make yourself at home with indian your sisters, I may see you in a few days.” and with that she was gone and Tracey was left alone surrounded by five naked girls! Over the course of the next two days she soon found out that the life of a fancy girl was fairly mundane. All they seemed to do was sit around gossiping and sewing with no real work to do, yes they had to keep their room tidy etc. but that was pretty simple work. The girls were friendly enough to Tracey and treated her as one of their own but all the time she could only wonder when Emily would return with a wicked smile on her face and say her husband had gone and she was free to return to the big house and reclaim her previous life. Then on the second full day Emily did return but it was with a completely different proposition! Apparently a slave appraiser was visiting the next day and she had decided to get all the fancy girls appraised as well. “But I was hoping to return to the main house.” Tracey almost wailed. “All in good time maybe, but wouldn't it be fun to find out your true worth if you were put on the block.” Emily giggled. Although Tracey could amateur see the attraction she also knew the idea could be fraught with danger. “What if the man recognises me at some future party etc.” she asked with a hint of desperation. “Oh there's no danger of that.” Emily smiled before continuing, “ he's not from around here, after tomorrow you will probably never see him again.” Tracey had to admit that despite her trepidations it was an exciting thought, to be assessed by a man who would only be judging her value based on her beauty and figure, like a prize animal and with Emily's assurances that it would just be a giggle she found herself nodding her head in agreement. I tasted the salt of my lust, and found it to be mouthwatering when mingled with indian the flavor of Mom’s tongue. “I didn’t think…” she tried to get softcore out. “AMY, I FUCKING LOVE WHAT YOU DO TO MY SWOLLEN LITTLE PUSSY. After realizing I'd dodged a bullet, I shook my masturbation head It was interesting what he'd done to me. “Well, I don’t know. This is what he told us to do: - “Uncooked food,” I said as our eyes met. Finally, we both calmed down a little and I let my cock slip out of her hot paradise. They were also glad that Febe's older brother and Sister had taken her on holidays. Zane just smiled back amateur at her. She fingered herself until she shook all over. In fact I could have sworn that a Nazi gulag would have been a step up!