MIRIAM<br/><br/>I greeted my two colleagues and we exchanged small talk. Ari was ready for action in no time once he'd returned from the fake world of made-up sex in front of the camera and come home to unlimited amounts of the real thing, served as kinky as he wanted it. And Roger was just... Roger. Roger by name, roger by nature I always thought, a walking talking sex toy. And damn hot with it. He was unstoppable.<br/><br/>I still planned today to keep Claudia unsatisfied, that ruling may last a while but since poor Cecily had suffered somewhat at Titzilla's hands overnight. I spoke with the two male teachers advising them of the plan - Claudia could be aroused and teased and brought near her limits but if they wanted to rape anyone, Cecily was open house today. In fact the more orgasms we could force out of the no-longer-sweet little English rose in front of Claudia, the better.<br/><br/>I gave Roger a nod at his offer to package Tits off to Miss A and also verbally gave him instructions of my preferences on how I'd like the disobedient little slut to be treated. I left him to make the necessary phone call.<br/><br/>I was almost through my grapefruit when the girls arrived, the three of them in a column somewhat meeker than we'd seen them on the dorm cameras last night. Approaching the chairs with the big silicon dildos on, Tiffany and Cecily sank down without hesitation, although slowly, adjusting themselves carefully as their bodies were spread and deeply penetrated. With small, mostly concealed sighs their bare bottoms rested on the wooden seats. I do love to torture girls without having to lift a finger to do it.<br/><br/>I watched Cecily squirm a little between Roger and Ari, while Tits impaled herself with a series of small grunts on my other side between Ari and me. I gave Claudia a sugar sweet smile as she sat on her chair. It took her longer and the expressions she made as she sank down were pleasant to watch. She didn't look entirely comfortable though it was hard to say if that was because the size of the faux-penis inside her was hurting or whether it was so nice she was being warmed up already and was reluctant to show it.<br/><br/><strong>"Good afternoon ladies, nice of you to join us. Please eat whatever you wish and stay silent. And no moving on your chairs. I know you are all hot little trollops but this is breakfast, so control yourselves. Anyone who lets out even the tiniest sigh of pleasure at this table will get my cane across her chest."</strong><br/><br/>I pushed my plate aside and a maid served me my yoghurt. I turned to Roger,<strong>"Seven minutes was it? How late are they?"</strong>