I kissed the back of her neck. I rubbed her tits through her thin top and bra.“I don’t think you deserve to be fucked, Stela. You’ve been such ...a naughty little cock tease.”“I know. I know,” she said. “But I thought you’d like it. Please fuck me. Please. I need it.”“I did like it. I loved it.”I eased my cock out and slammed it back in.“It’s just that I think you deserve a little payback.”“Ok,” she said, “Just fuck me please.”“What if I fuck you just a little bit. But I don’t let you. Blaine, come with me into the family restroom so I can apply the rest of your costume.”I followed her into the family bathroom. Mira did an excellent job applying the rest of my costume. As we exited the bathroom, I heard Jens giggle a little. I berate her, “Jens cut it out or you will stay here.”I walk toward the ticket counter and the girls follow respectfully behind me. I swear I could feel the eyes of the other passengers burning with hatred for me. I walk up to the ticket counter, hand. George looked over at Linda, before speaking again."Betsy was sitting next to me on our bed one night, maybe six or eight months after Sandy was born, when she asked when I was going start the divorce proceedings. She was looking straight ahead, and I could tell she was trying not to break down in front of me."I put my arm around her and pulled her close, and said to her, 'Why would I do that do the woman and family I love.' She turned to me with that smile on her face, and nodded. She never. She could still see herself from yesterday. On her knees, naked and receiving a strange man's cum. Several men's cum. Had she done that? The encounter had barely lasted 15 mins but it looped over and over in her head.And they had paid her. She was a whore. She remembered the book. She had photocopied most of the pages and brought it home. Pulling the loose pages out of her underwear draw she drank in its uncompromising message for women.'...in every girl, there exists a whore. You are a whore..