Mark Wood - Plucked Then Fucked 2 - Scene 5 - Combat Zone

It was as if she was the brain of a living thing where data and paperwork were the central nervous system. My job was to sort through the debris field of used data and file it away for future reference. I Trimmed was in the seventh circle of Hell reserved for those who hated office work. "Christ on a crutch, did you guys ever hear of digital records? They're a whole lot easier to deal with then all this paperwork," I grumbled and lit a cigarette. "Electronic documents are incredibly fragile. These documents are part of our history. We lose our identity and our Brunette culture if we lose our history. I will not trust our survival to computers." Sheila took a cigarette out of my pack. "Why do you spend a million bucks a year on state-of-the-art computer equipment if you're so skeptical of them? You've got a God-awful amount of server space according to your archives, and you anal keep expanding your capacity. Your group almost has enough storage capacity to put Google to shame." I flicked the ash from my smoke into an empty coffee cup. Sheila looked at me, and she inhaled the puff and blew a perfect smoke ring at my face. I blinked as I passed through the circle of wispy gray. "Enough of this. We're going for a walkabout." Sheila flicked the glowing tip of tobacco from facial her cigarette and rested the un-smoked remainder in the ashtray. "Come with me," she said, as she stood and extended her hand to assist me in rising out of my comfortable chair. "Walkabout?" I gave my boss my best puzzled down-under grin and tunelessly hummed the soundtrack to Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport by Rolf Harris. "We won't find any didgeridoos or wallabies on this walkabout. Follow teen me," Sheila instructed with a hearty laugh. We emerged from the elevator and entered the underground cavern beneath the cabin a few minutes later. I followed Sheila through the maze of stalactites and stalagmites until we found ourselves traveling down a side tunnel to the entrance of a huge server farm hidden in an expansive underground cavern. A massive sheet metal warehouse large enough to house a football field sprawled across to cave floor beneath the vaulted chamber. Endless rows of racks containing thousands of servers were arrayed in a grid pattern within the windowless building. The wide dimly lit corridors separating the walls of twinkling machines gave the structure a creepy supermarket appearance. "This is Athenia, our digital version of the library at Alexandria. We've been downloading and storing all of mankind's science for safekeeping for the last ten years," Sheila expounded as we walked toward the farm's control room located at the center of the complex. "Let me introduce you to two of my favorite disciples, they're the guardians of learning," Sheila said as she rang the buzzer on lamp pole next to the center's armored door. I shivered in the warmth of grotto's humid air and squinted into the shadows beyond the light. Curious choice of words for a leader with no faith. I chuckled as I read the sign over the entrance: "Welcome to the Department of Redundancy Department." Somebody had a sense of humor. Jennifer and Tammy greeted us with warm smiles. I got a chaste handshake from Tammy while Sheila was smothered by two enthusiastic hugs. “Sky, meet Jennifer. She’s our head of computers and communications,” the commander said as she gave the African lady a slightly sloppy smooch of sisterly affection. What she found was a very wet pussy, and not from the water. Daddy had powers. It was such an incredible passion. anal I edited so this room would always be a comfortable temperature. “Mom,” Justina whispered, “maybe you should drop some names.” “would you want to meet with one of my sisters, Jan? She wants to talk with you about something."“Something good?"“Yes! Why did he feel so good inside of me? facial I rode him faster. “I think we’d better get the ladies out of here before we attract attention,” Ker speaks across me to teen Gork. Her reflection spilled around the room, moving with her as Carmelita worked off her shorts. If you were Trimmed to be discovered your fate would not that of a simple escort out. The string was barely holding on, helped by the fact that it was wet. "No, no, please! What can we do. He scolded me for Brunette not allowing him to flirt with me. This, what I expected from his mouth.