It's like if I spent three months ****ing Miley Cyrus right in the asshole, and tying her to a pole to let a Rottweiler have its fill of her back bucket. I've got horses, goats, pigs, donkeys... all of them shooting their muck up Miley's rear pie hole 24/7.
Then I lend her to you and, after a week, I go "Jesus, you haven't taken care of Miley Cyrus, have you? I came to pick her up and her asshole's bleeding. WTF have you been doing?"
Yes. That's exactly what it's like.