All I know is when I awoke my asshole was so sore I could hardly walk once I managed to pull my ass from the sticky sheets. I was still in the same ro...m, in the same bed and I was exhausted. I looked over at Jerry, he was awake and actually crying, “What’s the matter, man, it’s over,” I said to him. “It hurt Jeff, it hurt so much more than I thought it would and it seemed like they were never going to quit. The bad part is we still have a week of being their fuck buddies before it is over. I. I text again asking if she needed a lift home..... no reply. By 6am I was worried and tried calling, it rang and then went to answer machine, I left a message.At 7:30am I heard the front door open and footsteps gingerly walking up the stairs. I lay in bed and watched her come in looking cold an still tipsy. I asked her why she didn't reply and why she was so late? She mumbled some answer about taxi's and then said she wanted to shower.I got up from the bed and walked into the en-suite as she. “That’s it, love, suck Mommy’s milk, drink it down, it will make you feel good and loved.” There wasn’t any milk coming from her breast, of course; it had been a very long time since she had nursed her daughter. Still, I knew I had fucked up the day before, and while I was trying to figure out a way to fix things, I sucked at her breast; I mean, I worried that stopping or objecting or freaking out would probably only make things worse, and it was my fault -- I was the one who’d fucked up her. The only job we do here is the best job. That’s not a good job, it’s not even the best job you can do, it is the best job that possibly can be done. We strive every day to be better at our jobs. You have the possibility of being a top boss here if you work.” It went on and he emphasized his point with a number of references to the young man’s anatomy and that his parents had never met except in a casual dog barking contest. It actually was a thing of beauty in its own way. I tried to explain it.