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Tracey, despite her job, had always secretly been a submissive girl, something that Emily seemed to pick up on almost immediately, and within a day or two of leaving port it was obvious who was in charge of their cabin. The cleaning, brushing Emily's hair for half an hour every night, even the emptying of the chamber pots were all Tracey's duties. If she had been inclined she could of demanded that Emily do her fair share of the work but instead she lowered her head and carried out her chores without a word of complaint. On one memorable night she had even helped Emily bathe in a tin bath set up in the cabin. The bath had practically filled the cabin and had taken Tracey ages to fill it with warm water from the galley two decks below. She had helped Emily disrobe and felt embarrassed at seeing the other girl standing naked in such Hardcore close proximity. She had seen other girls naked of course, her indian job demanded it, but somehow the closeness of Emily and the confined space made it feel much more intimate and brought a flush to Tracey's face. She had to admit that Emily was a very pretty girl, younger than her and in full bloom with a lovely figure. She had never particularly been attracted to other girls sexually but she could certainly see why a man would be. She had to proceeded to wash the naked Emily, enjoying the feeling of her large breasts in her hands as she soaped them and she couldn't fail to notice how hard and erect Emilys nipples became, much like her own. She had an urge to pinch them as hard as she could but she knew she would face some sort of punishment if she did so she restricted herself to just rolling them between her fingers as she washed them. She even ran her hands between Emilys legs and washed her thoroughly there. She saw that she had a fine covering of wispy blonde hair down there, hair that was quickly matted wet and she wasn't sure if it was purely from the bath water! She was slightly perturbed by the moans and whimpers coming from Emily as she washed her there but she made sure she was really clean before she stopped and that took more than a moment. She had hoped that maybe Emily would return the favour and wash her or at least let her enjoy that bath but as soon as she was out and dry she ordered Tracey to empty it. It shouldn't of been the case but it very quickly became like Tracey's was Emilys maid even though she wasn't.A fact that was picked up on during the evening meals with the captain and his senior crew. These were rowdy affairs and despite Emily being his daughter the air was full of ribald jokes and bawdy laughter. No doubt Emily was used to these sort of evenings having travelled on the ship many a time before but Tracey found the men’s behaviour to be only slightly higher than that of a savage and she spent the nights sitting quietly around the table pretending to be interested in the men’s inane tittle tattle. As far as she were concerned the slaves probably had a better deal cooped up below decks! On one night it had been very stormy and Tracey had been quite frightened, the teen wind and the rain were ferocious and the ship was listing over alarmingly. At one stage the decision had been made to bring the slaves up on deck. The decision wasn't made for their safety but rather to equal out the ballast of the ship or some such nautical idea, although Tracey was concerned for them, after all they were precious cargo, her reason for being there in the first place! The storm only intensified and Tracey ended up standing beside the big wooden support of the main sail cowering in the wind and rain. She had no idea where Emily was, probably safe in the arms of her father although he was probably very bust trying to safe his ship! She was scared and if she'd never had sea sickness before Live Cams she certainly had it now with the way the ship was rolling about. Despite being afraid and feeling totally wretched though she couldn't help but notice that all the slaves brought up on deck were totally naked. During the boarding and counting the slaves usually wore loin clothes that although were barely adequate did hide their nakedness. Apparently below decks these loin clothes were discarded and the men were completely naked. It was quite a sight for Tracey, she was not experienced that way with men, her strict father saw to that chasing away any potential suitors and insisting that she remained married to the job. So the sight of one hundred naked penises was a sight to behold indeed. 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