One by one we left the cubicle. I made my way back to platform 5. My friend was in her phone. We still had 10 minutes for the train. The best surprise...was as we got on the train, there was my chav lad, shooting next to a stunning lass. He leant over and kisses her. Hot! A cheating chav. I was horny all over again. As we left the platform and over the airbridge over to the Metro, I watched as the chav lad linked fingers with his girlfriend a few paces ahead of us. He glanced back and saw me.. The ringing stopped as he finally became conscious enough for it to register. What time was it, he wondered. He squinted at the alarm clock. 11:43. Okay, he said to himself, time to get up and moving. There was any number of chores to do.He stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The steamy warm water washed the sleepiness from his body. He exited the shower refreshed and was still drying himself when he saw her note taped to the mirror."Slave -- I expect lunch to be ready for me. By the way, my name is Roger. May I ask you what your name is?” as I sat down in the chair across the table from her.“Nestlé.” she whispered again.“May I ask why you are whispering?” before taking a bite of the food on my tray.“I am afraid that you will be like everyone else and tease me about my name, and then maybe start being a bully to me, like everyone else around here wants to do.”“I have the same problem with the other k**s too, and it is no fun after a while for sure. I’ve tried to. Then promptly bed her as if they'd been dating for months. Only to use them until their interest is lost, discarding them like a damp tissue. We have to wine and dine them for weeks. Just as we believe we are getting close, they hastily leave us for the former when we run across them while out for drinks.There is no humiliation with you. There is no pressure to perform or rejection for not. You only have my satisfaction in mind, whether it takes twenty seconds or twenty minutes. You bring me.