...." you stammered, only to be met with an evil glare.The passenger door was open & you got in, the plug pressing hard on your bowels & the vibration... of the car, as Miranda pulled away, coursed through your body, once again triggering the wetness between your legs. As you sat there, you wondered what was in store, you'd never planned on this when you'd thought up the scenario & you so wished you hadn't refused a safe word. You thought it would be risky & fun, but now it was just plain scary. She even produced a cream cake."I always treat myself to a cake on Saturdays. They do such lovely ones at Sowerby's in the High Street. Look, Herbert will be here in ten minutes, and it's my lunch time. It's stopped raining, shall we go for a stroll?" A stroll? You mean outside?" No, not outside, we'll just walk round and round the shop! Of course I mean outside, silly!" I don't know what will happen if we leave the shop." Happen? What could possibly happen? I won't carry you off anywhere and. My body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes of my father's surprisingly long cock before deep-throating my father-in-law's much smaller cock.Deciding to ignore whose cocks I had in me, I focused on the task at hand, getting them to come. My dad shocked me, the first to talk directly to me throughout the evening, as he ordered, after a couple minutes of fucking, authoritatively, like he was as a father, "Beg for my cock, slut."I couldn't believe my father would say such. Squirting."Her dad looked genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean, honeybuns? You squirt all the time. Don't worry, we love it."Louis nodded. "Yeah, I love getting your warm juices all over my face. It makes me feel like I belong to you."This was too weird for Kaycee. She sat down and briefly tried to eat the now-cold eggs. Louis politely patted her shoulder. "Come on, sis. You don't want to leave Dad hanging, do you?"Kaycee looked up at her father, standing there in the buff, patiently waiting.