There was the slightest flicker in Celia's eyes. Longing? Need? He could almost taste it. Almost. Subtle and unexpected from a skillful Domatrix.  It spoke volumes to his strict discipline side and so he discounted it as his mistaken interpretation of something else that was there.<br/><br/>He moved off knowing Astrid would be in good hands, certainly well handled. He had high hopes she would be her ever incorrigible self and entertain Miss Rogers and anyone within a few hundred yards with her high spirits.  Bless her clamped nipples.<br/><br/>He turned his attention to the chums waiting.<br/><br/>"Good morning, " Tristan said taking the measure of each one. "Yes I did wish a word with all of you. Several words in fact. "<br/><br/>"I shall explain as we walk to the glass house," He said in a calm dry tone and wondered how these three had avoided getting into trouble themselves.<br/><br/>The three of them had the look of a pack. A threesome with a slight curl of the lip and a spokesman which spelled devilment multiplied. He made a mental note to check up later.  He explained their duties quietly as they walked with him into the auditorium. He never asked if they had questions. He was not interested in questions at the moment. There would be specific directions given at particular times. Questions could wait.<br/><br/>"Oh by the way," GoodFellow said mildly. "Loose the smirk. Think of this as training. Do we understand each other?"<br/><br/><br/>