My stepdad's poker nights have been getting out of hand. I knew it; he knew it,but he kept playing until he lost everything. When I offered to be there to support him,I thought I was only offering moral support. I never imagined I would be his currency. That's the thing about playing with those older,gross,and pervy men. They always want more,and they stop at nothing until they get it. This time,they wanted me. I thought about saying no,but my stepdad needed me. If my body could bail him out,I figured I could do that for him. Helping him took more than I thought. I had to wear what they wanted and prove I could be a good,obedient girl. I guess gagging is a small price to pay for my stepdad.
