I walked out of the gym and into the Hall, I turned a corner and walked upstairs. I stopped in front of an all to familiar spot and sat down. "Locker ...361!" I said looking up. "You've been repainted." I ran my fingers across the paint and could feel the slight indentation underneath. "Ryan Porter-house!" scratched into the paint underneath. "Ryan Porter still in the same spot, I see?" Another all to familiar voice called out. "Mrs. Mallory, I know that voice anywhere." I said looking up. "How. Ceri was desperate not to touch her, just in case, although she wanted to so very much. The job completed, Sara stood, her naked cunt inches from Ceri's face. Sara stepped out of her knickers, leaving them on the floor, picking up her crop before moving behind the kneeling Ceri.She pushed the crop down Ceri's bra, teasing the nipple before maneuvering the crop under Ceri's tit. With one movement, she roughly flicked her tit out with the crop. It hurt a little but she didn't make any noise. Sara. He nodded to himself, as if checking something from a mental list of some sort. The rest of us just stayed out of the way. We also tried to stay out of site of the security that was stationed outside, courtesy the British government.Tom had disappeared for a brief time, and returned with a grin on his face. While we asked what was going on, he said he wanted to wait until Lord Avery-Smythe was back and then he would answer everything. It was not a long wait."So I was thinking what if I took the. And that's what we're going to do, learn how to establish and maintain the relationship with the horse. You're going to have to un-learn a lot of stuff you know, and learn a new way."Next Easter, we're going to a horse show. Some of you are going to compete, and all of you are going to do a demonstration of horse handling that's going to be tough for you and something most of the people who'll be watching couldn't do if they tried. I'm going to work your asses off all winter. By Easter, you're.