Four. Other side. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. The weights add to my discomfort, and I moan as more tears begin to flow… while the dreaded Mentor... studies me… too intensely. His eyes seem to burn into my soul. I see in his eyes the danger of which he is capable. But he also seems to be drawing energy from my fear. He seems addicted to it, and cannot draw his attention from me. Eventually, he returns back to his chair, so that they can further observe my torture together. I don’t know how. This week I was interpreting for a cool client from abroad who came to Japan for business. Last night was the last day of work so we went drinking to a well-known Gaijin bar (foreigner bar) in Osaka. So everybody knows that these are the places you go on the weekend if you want to get some Yariman (or easy pussy) and yesterday was Friday, with everyone keen to celebrate the end of the week. Anyway we were one hour into drinking when we struck a conversation with 3 young Japanese girls sitting. "What are you up to, Derek? You're up to something, what is it?" Well, just get naked, slip on the robe and we'll watch the video I made of us having sex." You did it? It's all done? I never saw you doing it." That's the way you wanted it, right?" Yeah, I guess you hid it pretty well. Okay, let's see this masterpiece."I already knew it was really good. The lighting was crisp enough to get good video and the angle suited just about everything we did. The only thing lacking was a person to. Corina went into the bathroom and took a while before she came back out. I figured that some cum was leaking out while she was walking up the stairs coming home and she had to clean up a little bit again. When she came out she went right to the kitchen and poured some coke before she came and sat next to me. I asked her if she had fun today with Cindy and she said all the walking really had her tired today. Halftime hit and I went and got more coke and went back to the couch. I told Corina I.