Her stomach was doing flip-flops and there were silent tears streaming down her face. She could tell she was in big trouble and she was shaking from h...ad to toe. Once they got home, Martin ordered her inside the house. Mia stiffened, afraid to leave the truck, "W-wh-what are you going to do to me?" She gasped.Martin shook his head, "I think you know." No Popoff," she pleaded with him as the tears continued to run from her eyes.As he looked at her terrified form he softened a little, "C'mon," he. Write what you know, that's what he said. When you first start writing, you're supposed to paint a picture, allow the reader to imagine it for themselves. Later on I learned from him that sometimes it's better to withhold those details in your stories, give your reader the chance to customize it in their own imagination. And while I still do believe that to generally be true, this was not one of those times to withhold the specifics.Specifically...A supremely lit room, science-lab fluorescents. This is harder than I thought." Dad stopped and mum looked over her shoulder at me inquiringly."Look mum, it'd be better for me if dad stayed still and I drive into you from on top." OK dear, we'll try that," she said. "We'll get it right with practice."Dad held her tight and kept his cock buried deep in her pussy as I squatted over her ass, holding her by the hips. I squatted down, pushing my cock all the way deep into her anal passage until I could go no further. "God Jim, you are so deep. 'Has this ever satisfied you?'...'Never' she replies again.I don't want to come yet as I need more of this. 'Slap me for it being too small? I ask. She takes her left hand from my cock and gives me a slap across the face. 'Harder' I ask again and she obliges with more power. She moves her hand again and takes my cock. 'Its getting a bit bigger now, but still not hard enough for me'. She holds it and I see her judgement on her face. Is that real or part of the act? When we play these roles it is.