She began to rub lightly. A dam broke inside her. All the tension and fear came pouring out. She dug her fingers deep into her pussy looking for that ...lusive g-spot. She writhed, no longer interested in not being discovered. She had to cum. Her body screamed for relief. None came. She almost shouted in frustration.The sounds had died down from the blond’s bunk. Amy gave up trying to achieve her own satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where. Mulder tried his best innocent look on her. She found her beautiful red head shaking ruefully as she entered Skinner's office."Scully they want to see you at Justice about the last autopsy you did, Room 666." She raised her lovely brows at the number. "Scully, you surely don't expect bureaucrats to read the bible?" No sir - in fact I often wonder if any of them can read - present company excepted, of course." Just get out of here." He shook his head as her trim figure walked away. What an idiot. Upon returning to the common grounds, they sneak her, at night, into Mr. B’s dorm room where she is given new clothing though she still remained slightly chilled by her semi-damp body. She got dressed in front of them, in front of the camera but after so much torture and terror she said it didn't mind – it was second nature, almost but the moral emotional sting still remained rather potently in the back of her mind. She could never get used to this treatment. The guys soon left her, or rather. ‘What’s wrong?’ Bobby asked, his brown eyes. ‘I feel like I’ve …’ Ariana stopped, her face flushed with embarrassment. ‘What’s wrong?’ Bobby asked again. ‘I feel like I’ve peed my pants,’ Ariana whispered. Bobby slid his hand between her legs and pushed a finger up the hem of her panties and grinned when his finger slipped easily up inside her. ‘You haven’t peed yourself Aria, it’s your body’s way of preparing you for sex. Didn’t your mother teach you about any of this stuff before she passed?’.