It was nearing the end of my shift, another day where no one noticed me. Packing up my bag I was feeling depressed. I thought my session in the shower...would have kept me feeling good, but in all honesty guilt had crept in. Coupled with complaining customers I was ready to cry. I decided to go for a drink before I made my way back to my solitary flat. It’s not something I would usually do as I have no one to do it with, but I needed it badly. I ordered a large vodka straight and sat in a dark. . ! 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 other 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. Just jerk off like the rest of us do when we’re not getting any.”He revealed, “I can’t cum from just jerking off. I need visual stimulation if I’m doing that.”“Well I’m not showing you my ass, you’d just try to stick your dick up in it,” I responded.We both had a good laugh at that comment. John then asked pleadingly, “How about just taking off your shoes?”To which I replied, “What is this, some sort of bottom to top striptease?” He said nothing, so I added, “Are you trying to get me naked a. I think I'm still struggling with my dream too."Cindy sat up, keeping her hand on the center of Jim's chest to hold him to the ground. She looked into his eyes and sighed, giving him a kind smile. "You are? Do you trust me enough to tell me how?" Yes... Cindy..." Yeah?" I like to push myself to be gregarious, but I tend to be kind of quiet around people. Being bounced around in lots of foster homes, it taught me not to get too close to people. I used to have trouble trusting anyone. With you.