One of his strong hands held tight to her waist while the other moved around her hip to find her throbbing clit. He touched it lightly, almost like he...wanted her to push back against his fingers and acknowledge how much she needed it. She didn’t. She came anyway. Maybe it was the intense feel of his cock inside her, or the way he pressed against her ass. Either way, she came; a long drawn-out orgasm that made her clench around his cock and let out a series of gasping moans.“One nil already?” He. "Their bigger then your's Ann." Ann Dutton licked the last of the sperm from the tip of Tyrone's cock and crawled out from under the desk. She looked over at the computer monitor a little jealous that the new girl was getting so much attention from Tyrone. The women looked vaguely familiar and she scrunched up her eyes and stared more closely at the woman trying to stuff a very hairy bush into a skimpy bikini bottom. The woman was hard to recognize with her hair down and out of uniform, but it. . . ", moaned the helpless, lust-filled wifeMike leered, "Say yes, 'Darla'." Ohhhh . . . please . . . .," pleaded Rhonda"Slut!" snarled Mike, "Do you like sucking my damn cock, Darla!?!" Yes . .ss . . .sss," said 'Darla'/Rhonda, gasping and still recovering from her massive orgasm while Carl continued to penetrate her succulent cunt.Mike grinned, as he offered his thickening shaft for Rhonda's attention. She opened her mouth submissively as Mike' bratwurst was slipped into her hot wet oral. Most of the men were watching television, some film involving fast cars and some shooting. One call from room fourteen at around ten-thirty was only Mister Jackson needing his bed made yet again. Football was on the television when she got back to the ward, and the men watched until the programme ended.Usually after the television ended, the men would all get into bed. Tonight though, they sat in the chairs as if waiting for something. A group of them were chatting, heads together and speaking.