The gate swung open and I walked unsteadily up to the front door, to be greeted by an elderly woman, who smiled and said, "Follow me".I went into the ...ark cool place and down a short hall to a sort of parlor. "Have a seat", said the woman and I sat down on a fancy French-looking kind of a couch. "I'm Lucy." she said still smiling."I'm Andrew", I returned automatically."Would you like a drink while you're waiting?" she asked calmly."Oh, sure, I guess uh, how about a screwdriver?" I blurted out,. Even strength conditioning class was not as much fun as usual; my mind was elsewhere. I didn't want to let Smitty down. His patient prodding had been what pulled me through the second quarter. Jordan Foster's encouragement had given me faith that I could conquer the toughest assignments. The rest of the guys, even Dale, seemed more concerned that my inferior work would pull our room's ranking down. I didn't give a shit about pleasing them, I was working as hard as I knew how for myself. I. There was a fifty something year old guy sitting on the couch wearing a business shirt and tie, his pants around his ankles and another fifties something looking guy on his knees sucking his cock. The Suit Man turned his head towards The Dad and I as we entered the room, when he saw me he swore.The guy sucking his cock tried to look up but his head was forced down on the cock that he was sucking.I was introduced as the new poker player and the guy receiving the blowjob on the couch asked if I. Sort of like being tipsy or drunk, only way calmer. ‘That’s my girl.’ The man said. ‘That’s my little baby girl. Yeah, you’re starting to feel the effects of the milk, aren’t you. Good girl, keep on drinking sweety.’ He reached into the cot and caressed her forehead and her cheek while she was suckling on the bottle. ‘Such a good, girl.’ He said again. His voice was quite soothing and comforting actually. She had trouble moving her arms, they were too heavy, they didn’t respond the way.