He did not understand it at the time, all he knew was that a voice was speaking to him in his mind. It was very faint. All Chris could make out was a ...name. Ashley…..Ashley. Chris knew that was his victim. A scene unfolds in Chris’ mind almost like a memory. It was from one of the students point of view. His name came to chris. James James’ ViewWe woke up in a strange room, not knowing where we were, what day it was, not really remembering much of anything. It all came rushing back though, the. .. except Debbie, who had fallen asleep, and was a total mess, her hair was matted with cum and sweat. Her makeup had run all over, and she had red marks all over her body from hands and fingers grabbing and squeezing her. I was worn out as well, and just wanted some rest. Lisa came over to me and said she was taking me for a ride somewhere. I just wanted a shower, to clean Debbie up, and go to sleep, but Lisa refused. I put on sweatpants and a t shirt and got in her car. She had put on a. In fact it would be difficult and I'd have to try to arrange things and tell some lies to do so, but that was my problem and not hers.The SMS came in at 2:30 the next day with succinct orders to strip in the outhouse and then let myself in by the kitchen door and wait there. At 3 o'clock then that was me, naked and caged and awaiting my orders. I could hear Mistress Rose's voice from the lounge along with the deeper voice of another woman."Slave!" Mistress Rose called through.I walked into the. Then she slipped her hand into her panties and wriggled a finger into her dripping cunthole.Before long the book was tossed aside and she was flat on her back, her eyes tightly closed and her fingers teasing her cunt to a delicious orgasm. She came quickly and quietly, half-muffled whimpers and grunts rolling from her mouth as she flooded her hand with her pussy-juice. Her hips slapped up into her hand madly as she exploded, her finger fucking deeply into her hungering cunt.When she sailed back.