"Looking for me?" Asked Kyle from above me as if on cue. I'd forgotten the beds were also bunk beds. I pulled myself up to his bed looking at him. He ...had a small flashlight and a maxim magazine next to him. "What're you doing?" I asked innocently. Kyle rolled his eyes helping me up to his bed. "If you must know I'm doing what I always do," he said quietly, "It's how I go to sleep..." Surprisingly he seemed pretty shy about jerking off. I smiled seeing the small tent under his covers. "Need any. ...The sound, though soft and muffled, wakes me. I glance at the clock through my still half closed eyes -- 12:30 AM. I listen and hear the sound again. Uneven, subdued, but distinct from the white noise of the fan in the forced air system. Groggily I step out of bed and make my way into the hall. In the half light from the moon window I can see that your door is ajar. And I can determine the noise is coming from within. I walk quietly to the door, unsure what to expect, but certainly not what. Then I suddenly felt a finger pushing at my ass and begin sliding in which made me thrust harder as Roxy expressed her approval and rewarding me with ‘good boy’ as Roxy continues slapping my ass. She then grabbed my by my balls squeezing them telling me that if I didn’t fuck the whore properly it was going to hurt until I did and her grip tightened until I did.Roxy stayed the night. She slept in our bed Joan was on my right and Roxy on my left. At different times through out the night I was. She was walking our way and moving briskly. Chris turned around like he was going to say something to her, but then just watched as she walked on by. "Could that skirt get any shorter?" Chris asked, as Jen walked by. I just laughed and kept working, acting like I didn't notice the short skirt the petite Saftey Manager had on as she walked by. We both looked as she made her way around the corner of the assembly line. She was really looking good today. Her ass was really making that short skirt.