Shit, now I’m sure this has to be an alternate universe. This can’t be happening. And if it did, it could all be MY fault!I felt the room spinning...and I think I passed out.When I came too, I was on a bed with Jamie and Ibera sitting next to me.I just looked at them, “Please ... tell me I just had a really bad dream?”Jamie shook her head, sadly, “I’d love to tell you that sweetheart, but I’d be lying. I’d love to tell you some good news, but, there really isn’t any.”She started crying again,. My tongue started moving on it almost of its own volition." "Oh yeah Honey, that's it. Use your tongue on Daddy's cock. Do you like feeling Daddy's cock in your mouth?" My mouth was full, but I murmured a muffled "mmmm hmmm".I looked up at Daddy's face while his cock was in my mouth and he whispered, "I won't tell your mother we are doing this and you shouldn't tell her. Okay baby?" There was nothing to say with my mouth full of his cock. He said, "I won't fuck your face this time honey.. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back.She had graduated over a year ago. I had not really given any consideration to returning to school. I guess we kind of got use to having two incomes. That was over now. I finally had a belly full of the snobs at the club and tendered my resignation by telling one of the. I did my best, but even I have a limit; a highly complimentary limit, but a finite one.Shortly thereafter, I discovered another thing I liked about Chinese culture, they love to package up their hugely excessive leftovers and give them to the guest of honor. That may have been something they did just for me this time, but it was this time that mattered the most to me, so I considered it a triumph of Chinese culture.I was given enough food to EASILY last until Monday's lunch, so it looked like.