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  • “They actually got it right today.” another girl laughed and Tracey joined in the girlish giggling knowing that she was in a potentially dangerous position sitting here with the other girls dressed as she was but she felt the old familiar tingle between her legs and made no effort to get up. After another ten minutes during which time they tried to digest whatever food it was they'd amateur been given one of the girls asked, “How come your not wearing leg irons?” For the first time Tracey saw that all the other girls wore heavy looking shackles, a three foot length of iron attached to two ankle bracelets riveted securely shut, she doubted they could ever be removed riveted as they were. All four girls were looking at her awaiting her answer and she was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, she couldn't admit that she was a free woman, their mistresses no less , how would she explain that sitting there with them and wearing what they were, and so she said the only thing she could think of, “I've been helping serve one of the ladies on board, shackles would of hindered my duties too much.” As soon as she said it she regretted it, she had basically admitted that she was one of them! They seemed to accept her explanation though but them to Tracey's horror the seaman returned to collect the empty plates and the girl who had asked the question spoke up, “I'm sure they will get you in irons quick enough now that we are almost there, isn't that so John.” Apparently they were on first name terms with their captors and he grunted confusedly, “Our friend here needs some shackles fitted.” the girl said explaining as if she was talking to a backward child. "Sounds good to me. Pick any one that you want to watch." Have you got a vibrator in there?” I was ready as I spread my legs and then felt Ralph’s engorged erect cock entering my vaginal canal. Well Sissy if I take you, I expect you to obey me and my commands, without hesitation. She had always wanted a Master but never found some one she could or would trust with her safety and life. He knows better than me, certainly. "What about these?" Granted I had other matters to deal with at the amateur moment so my plans for her was pushed aside. But I want to be his slut. GO Ahead, SLAP HER TITS"Larry encouraged. Guy, we will call him, was a medium-sized thin man with glasses. I’d met the Captain before but Martina was new. Um, I know I can’t make up for what I did, but, but-”