Today she was wearing a loose pink tank top, apparently with nothing underneath. Her tits were bouncing and jumping the entire time she ran to my car....I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.When she climbed into my car, I was immediately hit with that same perfume she had worn the last time I visited her. I still don’t know what it is but it made me want to jump her right then and there, and I kind of did. I leaned across the seat, buried my nose in her neck and inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating.. ” “Did you look at them?” “Yes honey I looked at them.” I thought I would have some fun with my father now. “Well what did you think? Did you like them?” “Yes they were nice, tasteful.” “Aw, that means you didn’t like them.” “I said they were nice sweetheart.” “But dad, nice means you didn’t like them.” “Tiffany, trust me, I liked them.” “Really daddy? Did you think I looked beautiful, hot, sexy?” “Yes dear, you looked really beautiful. You’re my daughter so I can’t really say you. What I didn't know was that Rick was looking at my laptop for more than diagnostics. He found sights I would look at during my down time while waiting on uploads or a switch to complete it's BIOS update. I looked at a lot of porn but I really like the submissive bi male role. I had found myself in that role several times. The next morning my laptop was not in the work area. I went to Rick's office and he handed me my laptop and told me after my run today he needed to meet with me. I told. “How about we get started? Can someone roll out the buckets?” Two large mop-buckets had spent the evening collecting masturbation in the privacy of the bathroom. The facade broke a second time. It took longer for the new girl to shake back her composure for this one. These weren’t the two-gallon plastic buckets they used in San Francisco. They had wheels. And were so full that no matter how careful the pushers were, the waves of the momentum made sticky white splashes over the sides. “W-Why is.