“There’s a good girl Tracey, now stand still, this won’t take a second.” Emily half whispered into her ear and Tracey felt the gun sliding up her leg getting nearer and nearer to her hip. Tracey didn’t know how to reply to that and so just stood there blushing furiously as Emily continued to look at the naked picture before giggling again,
“Ever thought about it Tracey? Sex Tracey was now panicking, they must of got her NI number from the PC and he was putting the number into the gun, the gun which would soon be pressed against her hip and make her a real slave, for ever! Tracey’s record for girls processed in a single shift was eighteen although she was helped that day by a guy coming in with four girls to be registered. The laughing men were goading her to put it on though and she didn’t want to appear to stuck up to spoil their fun so she had tentatively put the collar around her neck and allowed one the of the men to fasten it. “There’s a good girl Tracey, now stand still, this won’t take a second.” Emily half whispered into her ear and Tracey felt the gun sliding up her leg getting nearer and nearer to her hip.
