As he walked by, he could see her inside. She was sitting at her desk, leaning back in her chair, legs crossed at the knees. Her dark hair was down, f...owing over her shoulders. She was wearing a narrow brown skirt that reached just above her knees and hugged tight to her ass, a creamy colored blouse thing that buttoned up the front to a point between those great tits that were swelling out in the open neckline, and a pair of brown heels. All that he had noticed this morning when she walked in,. She broke away from the kiss to stare me in the eyes, a smoldering heat now visible within. ‘Those are my underwear, if I get any urges while I’m in the middle of something, I can just rub up against them.’ Then she grinned and renewed the kiss. I offered no resistance as she drew my shirt up over my head, or when she unfastened my pants. I figured that it would be awkward getting them off, but she brought up a well-muscled leg- her knee came up to my shoulder, letting my erection rub up. "They'd all be in prison if the outside world heard about this place. They may be nicer than the others but they know what side their bread's buttered. We have to rely on ourselves alone, Clarissa. Us and Megan if they ever let her out!"Clarissa and Miranda were inseparable by this time and Megan noticed, from her high vantage point, just how affectionate the couple were becoming. At first it had saddened her to think she was losing Clarissa, but as time went by she was just grateful that her. Should I scream or jump up shouting for help these things ran through my half-awake mind but in the end I did nothing just pretended to sleep. I felt the warmth of their hand slowly moving under the sheet. I remembered I was sleeping in only my panties as we weren’t used to the Caribbean heat yet. I felt their hand touch my bare shoulder so lightly it was like a butterfly and then slowly slide down to my breasts. This was it, I had always got so excited at the thought of being ****d and it.