She had even gleefully told Tracey one night that she had gone down the shops that day dressed in one of Tracey’s dresses. “Oh well I told everyone at the party you were and you’d never guess who was there, that nice paper boy, he was someone’s son or something and he backed me up, so you may as well be a slave.” she said dismissively, her eyes almost closed. Emily seemed to be the driving force and now two people thought she was a slave, two people who knew where she lived! To say the boy looked startled would be an understatement and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the stark naked Tracey facing him and she was sure she was suddenly going to lose her courage and make a bolt for it but Emily came up behind her blocking her escape route back to the bedroom. She was twenty three now and the slave age was eighteen to thirty and as she was a busty pretty blonde she knew she
