Keep that up." I spanked her again, and she yelped again. This time, Donna's father said nothing. Again, I brought my hand down. This time, Donna's y...lp was joined with sniffling as I brought my hand back for the next one. I kept spanking Donna while her father watched. Whenever my efforts slacked the slightest bit, he would shout out another number. Still, he kept watching and I kept spanking. At one point he ordered, "Faster!" I began to spank her once a second. By this point she was crying. The possibility that her actions might just have done the damage was something I wouldn't know till it was over and we had a chance to talk. I wasn't too sure that I was going to be happy about what was taking place; when it was a fantasy it was one thing, but now?I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could keep an eye on things and went back to driving. I kept glancing into the rear view and then back at the road so I missed a lot, but I saw enough to realize that what Joyce was doing was. He was totally naked and his cock stood out in front of him. It was huge and I just knew it would never fit inside of me. I had stuck my little finger in there one time and even that hurt.I screamed as he jumped on the bed and straddled my waist. He gripped the v-neck of my dress and ripped it down to my waist. "Can't wait to see those little tits of yours," he snarled. He grabbed my bra with both hands and tore it like it was tissue paper. "Oh yes, really small ones. I like really small. But promise not to tell?" Ruth asked me."Sure. What is it?" I repeated."Daddy fucks me and he needs to keep doing it. I didn't know you would understand, but now I can see that you might, right? I know it's not kosher, but neither is the ham steak, eggs, and biscuits with gravy that you always get here. Please don't ask me to stop doing Daddy. I'll do anything that you want except that. He needs my body. He ... thinks that I'm Mom these days. It's best that he keep thinking that. His mind is.