Had a client today who just wanted to talk. He paid my full rate to sit and tell me about his dead wife while I held his hand. He didn't even want to touch my tits. I cried in the bathroom after he left. The one time I don't have to spread my legs or suck a cock for money, and it fucking wrecks me more than any rough fuck ever could. This job is hell, but sometimes the kindness is what actually hurts.