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Both asian girls were still naked in bed when the unmistakeable noise of the ice cream van came down the road, it's merry jingle blasting them both awake. Emily moaned, her sore head obviously upset by the noise, and blinking herself awake she pulled the duvet off them both and slapped Tracey's exposed rear, “Come on lazy bones, get up and go and get me an ice cream, I really fancy one.” The harsh slap had jolted Tracey awake even if the vans jingle hadn't and she wearily got out of the bed and reached for her dressing gown but before she had a chance japan to put it on Emily, who had been watching her, merrily said, “Oh no you don't princess, it's about time you showed yourself off outside.” Tracey stood beside the bed in shock looking down at her, surely she was joking, she couldn't imagine walking out of the flat into the public street without a stitch on! “But they will think I'm a slave.” she protested waving her arms around to symbolise everyone. “They already do after last night, I made sure of that, now get your naked backside out there and get me an ice cream, anyway I bet everyone out there has seen a naked slave girl before.” A large part of Tracey hated Emily right now but a large part knew that she was right, although undoubtedly a huge step for her she would be just another naked slave girl outside. Could she do it though, her head shouted no but her pussy shouted yes with an equally loud voice. “Go on then, what are you waiting for.” Emily prompted from the bed and and taking a deep breath she abandoned her reach for her gown and grabbed her purse instead and strode out of the bedroom without a backwards glance, reached the front door, hesitated, and then turned the door knob and opened it and walked out into the sunny outside without a stitch on. Blinking in the bright sunlight she saw that the van had parked one hundred yards away and it already had a small crowd of excited kids around it with their slightly less excited parents standing a few feet back watching. Not believing she was doing this she walked briskly towards the van hideously embarrassed and incredibly excited in equal measure. To her it seemed like every pair of eyes in the vicinity were on her naked body as she crossed the street and joined the queue at the van. Although she was the only adult in the queue and certainly the only stark naked one in the area there were plenty of grown ups admiring her as she waited. To make her ordeal worse the queue was moving very slowly and she had to stand there for all to see for some time and then it happened, “Hello Tracey, so the stories are true.” she heard a woman’s voice say and she looked to her right and saw Judy Jones standing a few feet away and smiling at her. She was a woman she didn't really know but exchanged pleasantries with when they saw each other, a pretty middled aged woman above slavery age who always had japanese an annoying habit of making Tracey feel like she was looking down on her. She was probably at the party last night and had heard the stories and now the evidence was standing in front of her. Tracey didn't really reply, just smiled and kept her head bowed looking at the ground which had suddenly become very interesting. “I've always thought you'd make prime slave material what with that cute body of yours, I can see why some of the men last night were talking about paying you a visit now.” she laughed blatantly looking Tracey up and down. Tracey felt like she had to say something but all she could manage was, “Thank you.” “Oh don’t thank me, thank the men after they have finished with you although from the way they were talking there won't be much left of blowjob you to do that.” she laughed gaily as if she was discussing the weather, “indeed Frank Roberts said he was going to make those large breasts of yours into purses, won't that be fun.” she giggled. “Won't that be fun!” having her tits cut off and turned into a purse, that didn't seem like fun to Tracey. Still staring at the ground she didn't say a word though and Judy said, “I'm going to make a few phone calls to tell everyone it's all true and then you can expect a visit Missy.” she laughed and turned and started walking away holding her phone to her ear but before she did Tracey was aware that she was taking a few photos of her. Great now there were photos of her naked in public, evidence that she was pretending to be a slave! She was brought back to the present by reaching the front of the queue and the ice cream man leering at her and asking what she wanted. She suddenly realised that she didn't have a clue and just said the first thing that came into her head, a simple ice cream cone. Taking it from the man she quickly crossed the road just wanting to oriental get back indoors as quick as possible and she breathed a huge sigh or relief when the door shut behind her. Wanting to be gentle, but painfully grabbing in her overpowering lust. 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