"That's where you wrong, you worthless little bitch!" shouted Ebony. "I know a hell of a lot more about these fucking computers than anyone on the Is...and gives me credit for, including Dee Dee! And you're gonna find that out firsthand, the hard way!" With that, Ebony seated herself in front of one of Dee Dee's consoles. For the next hour, Ebony's fingers moved almost like a blur as she typed entries into the machines, and made various fine-tuning and adjustments. She installed additional. Ever since the Martians had first taken control of Mars all those long months ago they had been told, sometimes in graphic detail, what the greenies did to captured prisoners. It was said that they had lined most of the Fast Reaction Division from EMB up against walls and gut-shot them, letting them die slowly. Others, it was said, had been tortured for hours before being burned alive, or killed with electricity, or allowed to succumb to radiation sickness. Though there was no independent. They make me uncomfortable and they seem to know it. But I have a curse. I am one of those people that likes to help out when I can. So when my boss was fuming and so terribly upset at the office yesterday I asked what had upset him so. I knew that he was all set to leave on a ten day cruise with his wife. It was going to be their second honeymoon. We had been working furiously to get ahead at work so that he could take off for twelve days and not have to worry about things at the office. To be. She twisted and arched her body trying to get more of my cock. Her face displayed that exquisite paradox: a grimace of pain, which is, ironically, the face of pure pleasure echoing through her body. I went faster and harder until Ellie began to yell. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me.” I pulled my cock out of her pussy and turned her over, shoving the two pillows under her hips. I undid one of her wrist cuffs and then re-attached it with Ellie’s arms and hands behind her back. I grabbed one of her.