He took it from her without looking, though his eyes had drunk their fill of her display already. She had been a fine sight, all but fucking herself at both mouth and snatch just because he'd shown half an interest in just which would work best.<br/><br/>The thing fitted into place easily, locking solidly to the rest of the contraption. Now the table had a cock, probing toward the head if the table and just slightly elevated from horizontal. It was ready to pump back and forth on demand in a tireless, mechanical way.<br/><br/>"This room is starting to smell like your sex already.. " He mused to himself, but in a way that was clearly meant to fall over Zoey's ears anyway. Then his voice grew harder and more demanding. "Wipe your tits in case I grab them, then get on the table... Push the toy as far back as you possibly can, facing forward, with your arse pushed towards me and your chest as bared as you can manage. Lose the shirt and panties, keep the flimsy little skirt. Tell me what you want - how hard, how fast, how long you want to get fucked - and leave the rest to me."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>