”“Well there was that rumor at the start of the year,” he said, obviously not catching to tone of my voice. “I guess it’s gone on long enoug...h, right? Time for you to come in from the cold.”I looked at him like he was simple. If we were anywhere except school, I’d have beaten his head in and left him for the paramedics. “That’s awfully generous of you, Roger,” I said, my voice low. I looked around at the rest of them. “Does the same go for the rest of the team?”I always knew Roger was a little. Tonight was a little different. It was about midnight and probably too late for a blond little foreigner to be out by herself.I caught the train for a my billets residence. It was going to be a 1 hour ride. Tokyo was a huge city and spread out.I thought the subway appeared packed for such a late time of night. There were only men on my car, about 40 of them. I could smell stale alcohol and even saw some sitting and drinking. I was a little uncomfortable when I caught a few looking at me. If the slave is permitted to speak, it will probably say whatever it thinks will work to get you to end its training period early. It may say it feels sick or that it isn’t “into it” any more.To be an effective master, although it may be hard to do, you must not only ignore the slave’s begging, but you must punish it severely for asking to end its training.Teaching your slave to crave its Master’s pissNow that you own a slave, it should never be necessary for you to piss into a toilet again.. Perhaps I had been drinking more than I realised. I opened the door again in time to hear the redhead screaming as she came as the hairy gentleman grunted and blew his load inside her. I backed up against the wall and side stepped behind some bales of hay, not my bales of hay of course but all I was worried about was not being seen by the couple recovering from their romp. I looked back at the door but it was gone and the barn door to the left of me appeared to be the only way out. Now I was.