When I was younger, my aunt got me a job as a stock clerk in the store where she was assistant manager. My job was to unpack the boxes as they came in. The boxes were large and contained exactly sixty brassieres each; my job was to separate them by style and size. I was fondling brassieres all day long. That was literally the best job I ever had. I would have done this for free. Every night when I came home, I would pleasure myself before I went to sleep. The ladies who worked there knew that I was so turned on by handling all these brassieres. They thought it was very funny. Again ... best job I ever had.
— Carl, 44