He smiled at her agreeable nature and, just briefly, wondered whether it was to appease him or through some slowly developing lust that was building. He supposed that either was good news for him. His fingers fell to her thigh and stirred through the mess there, tracking across her skin but avoiding her sex itself. "Good answer. You can take off the other toy; clean it and put it to one side for me."<br/><br/>His fingers fell away, flexing individually so that he could monitor how strands of her mess stretched between his digits before flexing and eventually breaking. Once they snapped he pushed himself to stand up, and moved the afflicted hand to hang in front of her with his fingers splayed to be individually tidied. It was wordless and briefly done, before he turned away to where one of the large cabinets hung.<br/><br/>He opened it with a small key that had been resting on top. Inside it was segregated into several shelves, some covered in the various mechanical miscellaneous items that scattered the rest of the work surfaces, others sporting slightly more complete creations. He pulled down one; a miniature piston that could bolt back and forth rapidly. Currently the end of the piston was bare, save for a little quirk that ensured that when the time came he could cap it with something more apt. Considering what he'd muttered about, it was easy to see it sending a sculpted cock back and forth.<br/><br/>The mechanism was the dull part, which he placed on top if the table. More interesting were the series of large, semi-formed pricks he pulled out. They were all of them shaped to look somewhat like a prick, albeit a featureless one and in a few cases a slightly misshapen version of one. They came in a variety of sizes ranging from large to downright monstrous, the largest of them making a mockery of even Quentin's own. "Try them. Let me know the largest that is comfortable, and pass me the next one up... Clean up after yourself, of course."<br/><br/>His attention flickered away from her again while he affixed the machine to the table. It sat low, so that most of the table remained flat save where the would-be-shaft rose up. The workings themselves hung down from the bottom of the table surface. A quick test sent the thing pounding back and forth absurdly quickly, but he adjusted a dial and it slowed toward an almost-more-manageable pace. It was still more than Quentin would be able to maintain himself for long.<br/><br/>He waited patiently, observing her testing the various toys he'd arrayed before her. He gained great pleasure in seeing her getting screwed or finding pleasure, so - between studying her efforts on the floor and imagining turning his new toy onto her - his cock rose back up to rigidity. He smiled at her agreeable nature and, just briefly, wondered whether it was to appease him or through some slowly developing lust that was building. He supposed that either was good news for him. His fingers fell to her thigh and stirred through the mess there, tracking across her skin but avoiding her sex itself. "Good answer. You can take off the other toy; clean it and put it to one side for me."<br/><br/>His fingers fell away, flexing individually so that he could monitor how strands of her mess stretched between his digits before flexing and eventually breaking. Once they snapped he pushed himself to stand up, and moved the afflicted hand to hang in front of her with his fingers splayed to be individually tidied. It was wordless and briefly done, before he turned away to where one of the large cabinets hung.<br/><br/>He opened it with a small key that had been resting on top. Inside it was segregated into several shelves, some covered in the various mechanical miscellaneous items that scattered the rest of the work surfaces, others sporting slightly more complete creations. He pulled down one; a miniature piston that could bolt back and forth rapidly. Currently the end of the piston was bare, save for a little quirk that ensured that when the time came he could cap it with something more apt. Considering what he'd muttered about, it was easy to see it sending a sculpted cock back and forth.<br/><br/>The mechanism was the dull part, which he placed on top if the table. More interesting were the series of large, semi-formed pricks he pulled out. They were all of them shaped to look somewhat like a prick, albeit a featureless one and in a few cases a slightly misshapen version of one. They came in a variety of sizes ranging from large to downright monstrous, the largest of them making a mockery of even Quentin's own. "Try them. Let me know the largest that is comfortable, and pass me the next one up... Clean up after yourself, of course."<br/><br/>His attention flickered away from her again while he affixed the machine to the table. It sat low, so that most of the table remained flat save where the would-be-shaft rose up. The workings themselves hung down from the bottom of the table surface. A quick test sent the thing pounding back and forth absurdly quickly, but he adjusted a dial and it slowed toward an almost-more-manageable pace. It was still more than Quentin would be able to maintain himself for long.<br/><br/>He waited patiently, observing her testing the various toys he'd arrayed before her. He gained great pleasure in seeing her getting screwed or finding pleasure, so - between studying her efforts on the floor and imagining turning his new toy onto her - his cock rose back up to rigidity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>