I really liked Roger. Not only for his 'gentle' way he could be touching me (normally it was his rod shoved down my ass) but also because of his past.<br/><br/>The little time I actually did pay attention at school was during history class. I don't know why but somehow I liked that. Obviously in a history as rich and colorfull as that of the British Empire, a lot of wars passed the books but never the wars he had fought in. At least as far as I knew he only fought the Gulf war and that was not something that was in our books. The 'most current' war we ever mentioned in class was the war with at the Falklands. Man did we show those drug sniffing Argentinians the true meaning of 'God save the Queen'.<br/><br/>Anyway that is not important now. I was struggling to hold my voice and moans in as Roger tried to get one out of me by rubbing my clit. Of course him rubbing it and the dildo inside of me made it hard not to but the idea of Tittany getting send away was orgasmic enough and I had held that one.<br/><br/>Slowly I started to eat as I listened to what Roger said about our training and was surprised to hear it was the stables. I had never been there and could only imagine what they had in mind. Some whipping on a haystack? Or with a long straw? Had I done anything wrong except being too late? It's not that I could help it, that was Tittany's fault. Wasn't it?<br/><br/>My eyes fall on Claudia and try to poll her reaction but she seems to struggle still with keeping her moans in as this is her first breakfast like this. Poor girl... she had no idea, just like me but also just like me, she might just find her way to sit this through and get the hell out of here as soon as possible.