“Could you just remove your dress and let me see you in your bra and thong?” I asked.“What!” Jen shouted, “No, no way, Trevor, you are not s...eing me like that, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t let you see me like that, I just couldn’t!”“But my brother and father are soon going to see you naked,” I pleaded, “Would it hurt for me to see you with your dress off?”“Yes Trevor it would,” Jen shouted, “I’m not taking my dress off in front of you; I could never do that! YOU are the cuck, remember that.”She left. "I rolled my eyes. "That's what you've been doing this year? Getting wasted?" I'm sensing a little judgment, Kristen."We were quiet for a few more minutes before the plane shook again."Are you still seeing that girl?" I asked in a breathless rush, eager to focus on anything but the way the plane was rocking me back and forth."Riley? I don't know. Sort of. We're casual, nothing exclusive. Don't wanna waste my first year at college with one girl, you know?" Sounds lovely," I muttered."More. Not just yet.It was like I was fucking a wall at first until her original muscle spasm went away, and I slid it in, forcefully. My stepmom screamed, “Oowww! Shit, Fuck that hurts!”I did not care. I was like an animal. I kept pushing my dick in her. I had to back out some, because she was going nuts. I don’t think she liked that. She was bucking her body, putting her arm behind herself trying to get me to slow down. For whatever reason, I finally noticed what I was doing, and who I was doing. On the one hand I was ashamed that the man in my life could be that submissive to another man, but on the other it was so arousing knowing that he wanted me to enjoy fucking other men. I knew right then that our lives would never be the same again.It didn’t take long for word to spread among my customers that I was providing assorted sexual acts for money. I still have a good self-image and don’t want to think of myself as a prostitute, but that’s really what I am. And the fantastic thing about.