" She didn't even try to speak up in her defense this time. She knew he was right, that she'd done something very bad and no excuses would change that.... She just crawled to the corner and started licking the tile floor. The taste immediately start gagging, and fat tears were quickly splashing out of her eyes and onto the floor from the utter shame of it. But she knew better than to stop even for a moment. She heard him laughing at her, and then his shoes smacking against the tile as he walked to. Shitty things happen in life, you deal with them in your own way and you get by.” Shit was just coming out faster than I could think it through.“What makes you so averse to getting help, Matt?” she said in a very monotone way.“Help? Today, everyone has been trying to help me. My best friend, Grant, you know, who’s been my ‘rock’ this whole time,” I alluded to the bullshit I’d been spinning her all year, “came by today and asked me to fuck my other rock, Justine, his wife, because they are. He’d show his mother how much he loved her. He pretty much knew she’d love what he had between his legs. She probably wouldn’t want or need another man after seeing what her son’s dick looked like. She wouldn’t need to go any further with the dickheads she fucked.The door opened and Mary Boyd walked in.“Peter, are you home? Something smells good.”“Hi, mom! I made dinner for us. Go get yourself comfortable and meet me in the kitchen.”“You’re such a good boy. I’m a little drunk. The boss splurged. It always felt good to just pet it a bit after an orgasmlike that.I asked Phillip if it was as good for him as it was for me. We bothlaughed a bit but then he said, "Yes it was. It was the best orgasm Ihave ever had." I told him that was how most orgasms were for me. Hejust said "Wow" and that as a guy he never had an orgasm as powerful asthat."So you are enjoying this I presume?"He said, "Mostly." Mostly?" I asked, pretending to be offended.He said, "Honestly, I really don't like being so.