.. ! Hmmm! Me, the guy who made and sold you a very expensive fucking machine... Should I embarrass one of my customers in public, knowing that my oth...r customers will stop buying from me because I can't keep my big mouth shut? Nah! I guess it's better I don't say anything!"To be honest, I didn't need the money from the sale of those little custom gadgets that I made for the local women, but it gave me a pseudo-visible means of support, and made me someone with whom people knew they could share. Both times were to apply a soothing salve and while the forcewith which he massaged it in was rough by vanilla standard it was the mostcompassion he'd ever shown her. As a "thank you" for the kindness she gavehim the most vigorous blowjob she could and didn't so much as blink when hepainted her face with his cum, nor when he washed it off with a stream of piss. Life resumed its pattern for Jessie, a life centeredon sex and suffering. It hadn't taken her long to realize what she was beingtrained. Why beat around the bush,’ he chucked. ‘But it’s really not my pride, pal, although some of that may be true. ‘Cal, you just don’t know what the last years with Denise had been like. This really isn’t about her momentary lapse of judgement, it really isn’t about her romp in that bed with some other guy, although that certainly is part of it. It just an accumulation of years of having to be patient, understanding, compassionate, etc. etc. etc. My well had run dry, Cal. Do you understand what I’m. But I didn't have the time to find out anything more. I really wanted to have the time but I had other work and a colleague in the drivers seat so I couldn't. I scurried away like a school boy and, after zipping up my jacket to hide my erection, I went back to work. For some reason my mind was not focusing on the job. It was not long before I had finished my work for the day. I got changed and started to drive back to my empty home. For some reason I found my car parked outside a house that was.