She could hold her own glass, thank you very much! ... no, she couldn't. A simple flex of her fingers told her that. Gods, she was so weak ... opening... her mouth, she let the water flow over her dry tongue and downward. Only a swallow or two, though. She'd read enough to know (or at least think she knew) not to rush things like eating and drinking. Closing her lips, she smiled in thanks at Mommy Anita and let herself be lowered back down onto her back. The pillow felt so good..."I ... I want my. “Hi,” she said with a slight British accent “I’m new. My name is Violet.” At that moment we locked eyes and she walked and took the open seat right next to me. I just stared like the other boys and at the end of class she walked out of class, but looked back multiple times seductively at me. I found Rebecca afterwards and told her about it. “You idiot!” She yelled. “She clearly wanted you so badly!” “I know I’m dumb. What can I do now?” “Go find her!!” “Find who?” I heard from right across. Her legs spread apart and, thanks to the thick leather cuffs around her ankles, unable to move. The brunette slave watches Ashley from across the room. Her hand still attached to her cage, her ass sitting in a damp pool of her juices. Miss Rose stands in front of Ashley, a slight look of indifference on her face. She hovers over her table of tools and picks up a chain leash. Ashley can feel her legs shaking. Half from exhaustion, half from her aching pussy gushing cool moisture down along her. She then asked me to close my eyes till she reverses her command and kept on repeating it. It naturally made me curious and thinking that in just moonlight she could not make out wether or not I am obeying her, I kept my eyes open. My heart skipped a beat when she started to undress.Of course her back was towards me but I could make out her figure as she slowly removed her pullovers, then shirt and then jeans. I gulped and this was too much for me. My dick revolted inside my underwear (I had.