“You were with a man. Where is he now?”“Erol? He’s still where you left him.” She cast her arm towards the general direction of the front of...the building.“No. Marcus Hannigan. We know you were in his company for some days. Where is he now?”Hannigan had drilled into her that they would interrogate her about him if they knew anything about their travels. She did her best to show no sign of her dishonesty. “He ... died ... in Istanbul.”“Dead.”The tears forming her eyes were all too honest. “Yes. "Are you shy... to look at me like that?"Shyly she nodded. "May be next time, Papa." You mean you are willing to look at me? Next time? On Monday?"Laura smiled gently and nodded."Promise?" Promise." Actually, I would to like to look at your loins, Papa. You seem to have a huge organ."Thank you, Laura... thank you very much indeed."Then they sat at the table but not like yesterday. He turned the stool through 90 degrees so that it's length pointed towards the table."You sit in front and I'll sit. It was a two-hole outhouse. She casually dropped the seat of her overalls, giving me a flash look at her buns, then hopped on one of the holes and I heard the sound of liquid falling into liquid.I was stopped until she grinned at me and said, “Yew don need ter wait. Ah sees ma bruthers peein all the time.” I later found out that was an understatement but shyly pulled my hose out to relieve my aching bladder. Annie was busy dropping turds into the pit and wiping herself with the leaves so I was. She stopped again and managed to rise from her seated position and placed her hands on the waistband of her panties. I heard a slight tearing sound and next thing a knew she was holding her tiny wet panties in her hand."Velcro on the waist," was all she said I didn't know if I responded as my eyes were busy taking in the sight of the small triangle of hair between her legs. She placed her knees on the seat and managed to slide forward and place the tiny tuft of hair against my cock for just a.