“Just writing your National Insurance number down and then I’m going to call that nice pizza man back and see if he still wants to buy you, I may as well get some money for you while I still can.” Emily laughed and all Tracey could do was lick her ice cream and wait. Tracey stiffened, this wasn’t part of the deal! Sex The Christmas party was coming up soon. It was all mad, she was apologizing for almost being sold by her own slave! 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. “How dare you make me expose myself like that.” she snapped. He rather unnecessary announced he had their pizza and laid the box on the coffee table in front of him while Emily picked up Tracey’s purse and started rummaging through it. Of course the one area that caused most problems was the showers, she had to strip naked with the other girls and mix in with them. It was good business sense. Neither girl said anything although Emily giggled. It was good business sense. “I should write
