..non, pas uniquement.- Donc, tu en as?- Euh...oui.- Plus d'occupation gar?on, ou plus de fille?- Je ne sais pas, je n'ai pas compt?! Et puis on peut ...faire des jeux nide gar?on, ni de fille aussi!- Mais, pourquoi est-ce que tu n'aimes pas les jeux ?de gar?ons??- Je ne sais pas. C'est...c'est trop violent. Je n'aime plus la violence.- Tr?s bien. Question suivante. On a presque fini. Est-ce que tu temaquilles, quand tu es en fille?- Euh...oui.- Pourquoi?- Je...je ne sais pas. Parce que, sur les. She chuckled too, raising hereyebrows."Is that true?" asked Ted, his voice darkening again.Abigail nodded. "I'm sorry Daddy."What else could she say? She couldn't believe that Sammie had put herin this position - that he was forcing this on her. Did he not careabout her at all, or had he somehow managed to justify this to himself?Ted pointed to the door. "Go to your room," he said. "Now. And if Icalm down enough then I may let you have some supper."Abigail lowered her head, desperate to appeal. “The usual today?”“You mean you remember what I usually get?” Robert asked.“Of course I do. You’ve been in quite a bit this summer.” Then the girl asked, “is that because you work here in the mall?”“You could say that,” Robert said. Then he told her what his job was and why he had been in this mall so much lately. She got a little pouty look on her face and told Robert how that was one of her favorite stores and was upset that they had to shut it down. He told her how upsetting it was for him. Like servants worshipping a Goddess, their hands worked diligently, never missing a single glob of jizz or moving Savannah any more than needed.Once Savannah’s freckled, pale pink skin was clean, one of the assistants slowly slid the plastic tube into her creampie. Sucking on the tube, the girl began siphoning the jizz out of Savannah. Her friend started massaging Savannah’s swollen vulva, pushing the cum down toward the tube. Savannah’s hips wiggled as she felt her extra gooey creampie being.