"I'll be a... cum rag"

"I'll be a... cum rag" you say quietly.

"Hmm that didn't sound very enthusiastic."

"I'll be a cum rag!" You exclaim.

"Better, but still room for improvement." Mike says, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"Why don't you take those little booty shorts off real slow and tell me how badly you want to be my cum rag."

You're seething with anger, but have no other option.

You slowly slide the shorts down your hips, exposing the black thong underneath.

Your hands are shaking, and your cheeks are bright red.

"P-please mike, let me be your cum rag." You beg, the shorts reaching your knees.

Jenny bursts into a fit of giggles, her hand covering her mouth.

"Oh my god I can't believe it" she says between fits of laughter.

"I thought you were kidding, Mikey."

"Nope." He replies, his tone even, his face stone.

You're not proud of your predicament.

But if you have to debase yourself to save Amy from finding out, you will.