One task at a time, locking her mind onto the mundane work so that her thoughts didn’t follow any other tracks. "Whassa matta?" Marco asked her. She...d never been able to quite place his accent. One day he sounded Italian, the next day Spanish, and once she'd sworn he'd sounded French. He had a multi-ethnic look that confounded any attempt to speculate on his background; she suspected he liked it that way. "Nothing. I'm okay." She took a deep breath. I'm okay. "No, you ain't." Marco shook his. We thought, you'd be the only one she won't kill." Why, thank you," Jon said with a hint of sarcasm as they reached the door to the 'torture chamber', where his victim was waiting for another day of excruciating rehab training.July 30th 2155, en-route to VulcanTrip sat in the captain's chair of his hot-rod, effortlessly screaming towards Vulcan at a steady warp 5.7. Considering that the new engine was built to reach the same speed with Enterprise added to the current structure, it was barely. Hadn't noticed last time. She wore a yellow tank top and blue pleated skirt this time. Her eyes went wide again. Noticed the bulge in the towel maybe? Hope so.“C-c-collecting for the p-p-paper, s-sir.” She stammered as usual. “$4 sir.” I noticed her friend, brown girl, (Priya?) standing at the foot of the steps wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts. Nice brown legs. Hair seemed to be pleated in a ponytail like a typical Hindi.“OK, wait a minute.”I turned to get the money from the table and the. Atlast she settled down. He pulled his face away, wet from nose to chin, her pungentscent strong on his skin, but she grabbed his hair and shoved him back into place. "More," she moaned petulantly. "Don't stop." He took a deep breath and resumedpleasuring her. After an added half hour she had a second wild ride of a climax. Then, with a final twenty minutes of slurping, he gave her yet another delirious,quaking orgasm. Weesy relaxed. Before he could move she raised her knees and toldhim,.