For some time now, Jack has had the desire to see his lovely young wife used, so long as she remembers nothing about it afterwards. asian He found the perfect way to achieve this by making friends with a rather public elderly man who once had a stage act as a magician. Joe could still put people under, and was of course delighted to help Jack, with Doris as his occasional reward. My role in all this is to observe and record for posterity everything that happens. Jack has enjoyed having this set up several times. Sometimes it has been merely inviting one or two guests to enjoy having Doris to play with, sometimes his plans have been more elaborate. Our latest adventure involved some of his friends acting out a scene for him. Doris was told that Joe and I were dropping by, and she kindly gave us coffee and biscuits, before Joe used his magic on her. She was told to go and get dressed as we were all going a party, a ploy that was used quite often. Jack took her out of the room to get ready, and Joe explained to me what today's plan was. We were taking Doris to one of Jack's friends. She would act normally, but not recognise anyone except Jack, who she would think was her boy friend. And she would do everything that Jack told her, without question, even if she felt she shouldn't, even if she felt she didn't want to. It was going to be an interesting evening, and afterwards, Doris would remember nothing about it. When Jack brought his wife back into the room, I had to gasp. Doris is very slim, and only about five feet tall, even in the spike heels she was wearing. Jack had dressed her in a shirt and tie, and the shirt was a little bit tight. It was also very thin cotton, and Doris was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were easily seen through the flimsy material. She was wearing dark stockings to mid thigh, with suspenders. Her little skirt didn't quite reach the stockings, leaving a tiny sliver of bare skin visible above the stocking tops. The overall effect, from her pretty oriental face to amateur her high heels, was that Doris was a slutty schoolgirl showing most of her assets, and obviously making herself available. We set off, and Doris, in her bemused state, did not seem concerned at all about her appearance. We were shown into a room furnished only by three large couches arranged in a triangle. Our host, Mark, had two other guests, another man introduced as Walter, and a woman, Tara. There was ample space for the seven of us to be seated on the three couches. Attention, of course, was focused on Doris, innocently unaware she was to be our little schoolish plaything for the evening. She sat beside Tara gangbang on one of the couches, legs crossed and rather carelessly showing quite a stretch of stocking clad thigh, suspender straps and bare skin. Tara put her hand on Doris's knee and smilingly asked, "Are you ready to enjoy yourself, Doris?" Doris looked puzzled at the question, but hesitantly nodded. Tara looked around at us. "Well, she's certainly a cute little thing. I'm sure she'll give us a lot of fun tonight." Doris, still looking puzzled, frowned at voyeur her. Tara stared back. "Haven't they told you, Doris?" Doris murmured, "Told me what?" She had one hand thrusting the handle of her hairbrush into her hot teenage cunt and the other groping a perfect young breast! When he climbed on top of me that asian night, he didn’t know that he was going to be the fifth man to take me that day. Then they were all gone leaving him alone with his human wife. The male was down, and the grunt amateur was sexually molesting the woman. I felt a cool lubed finger enter my ass. She had a really cute little beauty mark above the left side of her lip. I’ve just awaken from a 5-month coma. Again I nodded as much as being under his public weight would allow. We both giggled until we heard the front door open. Goddammit! The principal entered the stage. I can’t hold back, and start to cum. She felt wild. Whereas her first walk had been timid, and her second had translated her sexualized nature into raw confidence, she now felt slow, overburdened by the immense sensory overload she had been assaulted with all morning. He took out another pill bottle I reach under her skirt and slowly run my hands up her inner thighs, I can feel her juices running down her thighs. See you at school, Emmie,” he called. “Hell no! Was it weird when gangbang you kissed me or voyeur when you were letting me feel up your tits?” Using the slightest of touches I start to raise my fingers up her leg one by one barely tickling the fabric. "Well?" The warm futa-jizz coated my tongue and filled my belly.