There was a definite link between sexual confidence and happiness.A slender 17-year old light brown haired girl came in. She looked anxious so I sough... to put her at ease right away."Hi! I'm Bob," I said."Natalie," she said."How can I help you Natalie?" I'm ... I'm not sure if you can." I bet I can. What do you need?" Could we talk somewhere more private?"I motioned toward Personal Services. It wasn't private but it was more private than the main area."So how can I help you?" I asked when we. When I do, he stops humping. It’s up to me to keep impaling myself on his hard, straight rod as if it were just a hot-blooded dildo.He remains steel-hard from the point when he strips and plops down on the couch. Although he doesn’t seem involved in what I’m doing to him, his dick never falters, it remains as stiff as any cock can be and the pre-cum never stops oozing from the slit.Being “straight” is all important to him. He’s tied up with that image and can’t think his way past it. He. He had not finished dressing – still in his vest and underwear. He could hear his mom – Tina busy with something in the TV room. The flat door bangs furiously, Jacob jumps and runs to open. His eyes widened and his legs began quivering. He nearly pissed in his underwear. It was Sly from the liquor shop “Hi Sly – long time no see” Jacob says, his voice shakes as he speaks. Sly glares in Jacob’s eyes he was balding and with a goatee – he had a light blue shirt was unbuttoned – displaying his. You see that we have the National Repopulation Project, the National Insemination Project, the Directional Committee for Population Demographics, the Project Oversight Committee, the Division for Experimental Cloning, and look! There you are.”“The Special Liaison for Specimen Care and Well-Being?”“Yes. And now I have my own box. Notice I don’t work under you. I work next to you as the Care and Well-Being Administrative Assistant.”“Where is Jack in all this rat’s maze of boxes?”“Who?”“Jack.