. chukka chukka... 'Will it start before I run out of hill? I didn't know or particularly cared.'Chukka chukka chukka... POP... POP... chukka chukka..... BANG... 'The chicken wire baffle sounded a tinny rattle from the otherwise straight-through exhaust.I don't know why we put those things in the pipes in those days. I think it may have been the law banning loud exhausts. It never made any difference to the volume, as I recall.I reached the bottom of the hill and still the damned thing hadn't. Other than not being dead herself, of course. (One of the job "features" that she learned about later on. No wonder the job had such a low turnover rate.)It was Samantha. Samantha was still fairly new, and so was still pretty fun to play with. She looked up when Orchid had finished the last checkpoint (a total of 6 to make it this far - an iris scan, palm scan, fingerprint scan, DNA scan, voice scan, and having to repeat the words "Fuck you, assholes" which was the password she made up for. So smooth, so soft, so hot.Again my daughter surprised me by taking my hand and placing it squarely on the fat mound of her little pussy. I froze instantly, not daring to move. I didn't want to frighten her so I just let my hand softly cup my daughter's high hill. She grunted a little and sort of bore her head down on the pillow and soon there after I could hear that she had fallen asleep. I lay their motionless, enjoying the feeling of that innocent, vulnerable bit of my daughter's body, which. But I could feel my attitude changing. I was still scared, but that familiar pull in my pussy was beginning. I couldn’t possibly want this, could I? He stood above me, his jeans open at the crotch, his cock rising above his body. It was huge, bigger than anyone I had had before. I could feel my mouth watering, I just couldn’t believe that I wanted this as much as I did. He bent down to inspect me, pulling my ass cheeks apart. My ass felt tight, the brown star sealed closed. What your boss.