Three days ago she had caught the bus to Eastfield, she had realised early on that there was no way she could wander around her home town naked collared and barcoded, the risks of someone seeing her would be too high. She knew that naked and collared she could hardly of tried to explain her posotion without being laughed at. Indian XXX Now though sitting on the bench dressed and free she had no real protection, the old man was right, he could simply walk her down to the slave centre and make her his property. The expensive collars were around £100.00 now days, often more expensive than the girl who’s neck they were going round and the permanent collars were even more expensive, indeed Tracey knew that if anything happened to a slave and she was killed or destroyed her owner was more concerned in recovering the collar than he ever would be in the fate of the slave. Once again everything was where it should be and she got dressed and took her collar off before walking back to the bus station. A stop or two from the town centre she saw a naked slave get onto the bus and present her hip to a scanner near the driver so that it could read her barcode. She knew she was a good
