After all she was stressed. Hmmm. If only I could do something to ease her a little. But she said no sex. Crap. Anyway I went to make a sandwich and c...ddle with her. Tomato..check. Jalepeno..check. Chicken..check. I made the sandwich and threw myself on the couch..... deliberatly rubbing my thigh with hers. 'Ah' she angellically squealed, her socked toes scrunching up. The corners of her mouth appeared to turn up, yet I got a 'What are you doing? Dummy". I tried to turn a blind eye but just. I made damn sure Mike did too.Next morning in the staff room, was a bit of an uncertain few moments to be honest. We didn't know if anyone knew what had happened, but it turns out that they didn't. Then Elsie walked in and saw me and Mike. She smiled at us both, but not so cruelly this time. I had a lot to thank Elsie for, and I took the opportunity to do so when we found ourselves alone later in the day. Mike did too. All three of us kept the lid on it. Elsie had explained to both of us in a. "Don't make me!" But she knew it was no use crying out. These men were cunt-hungry animals, new out of prison, where they'd spent years without females. She was at their mercy and she knew it. And she knew something else, too, something embarrassing. Her traitor body was liking this part!She couldn't stop herself, suddenly. Something came over her and she started twisting and rocking back and forth on the cot-not to get free, but to get more of this crazy, thrilling, cunt-teasing pleasure!"Oh,. She goes back to the closet.“Done already?” I say.“No there is just a stain on the floor, I’m getting a sponge”. I nod. She comes back and dips the sponge in the water and gets on her hands and knees, not facing me. I immediately notice, since she’s wearing a miniskirt, that her pink panties are sticking out. I’m immediately hypnotized as she scrubs the floor, shaking her ass back and forth. I was extremely horny. Another 2 minutes must have passed before she was done, and she stood up and.