I spent the next 3 hours cleaning the platform and the washrooms. Done with the work, I went to the supervisor office to collect my $50.“Alright, Fr...d?” I asked the supervisor as he counted the money before giving it to me.“Hey Em,” he replied smiling, before getting back to his work.I went to the washrooms for a quick touch up of make-up before going to the mall. The mall was abuzz with shoppers even though it was just noon time yet. I went to the clothes section first and picked out a green. Grabbing her hips and waist, he pulled himself into her faster now, fucking her on his cocks. She let out a long, moaning scream of mingled pain and pleasure as his cocks and balls throbbed and finally shot his load deep into her pussy and ass. He slowed his pace, and massaged his cocks with her two soaking wet holes. They gripped both of his cocks so very tightly, and he milked himself dry into her ass and pussy. Then, slowly, he pulled out and she collapsed onto the bed, passed out from the. Her son, following his father's orders, now regularly came in to the bathroom to watch her taking showers, or even to join her in the shower. Some mornings, lying in bed with her, Allan would send one of the k**s, usually Bobby but sometimes his daughter Bonnie, to bring him coffee .. and then would pull the covers off to reveal their mother and him naked in the bed. Then he'd make their son or daughter sit and chat about what their day would be like, ignoring their inevitable stares at his. The whole setup is the same as that pole dancer I saw roasting when we came back in. Theyre going to cook my baby girl! At least kill her first you sickos! The men laugh at me and watch as poor Abby is carried behind the bar that doesnt have the pole dancer in it. Shes placed in the roasting device, which begins to turn and glow a bright orange. I feel my cage being moved, and I watch, crying as my daughter cooks. I hear numbers, but I dont look at the men shouting them. Eventually they finish.