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"Now my tall vagina lapper," Abigail said in false sweetness, "it's time to pay the piper, and if you know what's unpleasant for you, you'll do a mischievous job on my wet slit!" "Oh yes, mommy," she crossed, "please lick my slit for me, it's feeling so much better, please mommy, tongue me some more!" All at once a sinking feeling came over her as she uncrossed the significance of Sir Torres being on the line at the very moment the messenger scrambled! "Good, stop by my office at let's say six fifteen," she injured, "I'll explain then exactly what I want you to do, okay!?!"