Zoey nodded softly.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes Master." </span>she said, her voice strained by the feel of Molly's soft hands kneading her flesh. When he was gone she simply looked to the girl and with Molly's words she felt happy. The young woman had a talent for the work she was doing and Zoey very much liked the experience.<span style="color: indigo"> "I will not tell him. It will be our little secret."</span>Zoey blushed a little, knowing that if Quentin asked she would repeat every single word of conversation. She could not refuse him for fear of his reprisal.<br/><br/>The touch of her slippery finger along the welt that marked the upper curve of her chest took the breath from Zoey and she whimpered. It was an odd sensation, part pleasure, part pain and she bit her lip. The blush deepened and she smiled softly up at Molly.<span style="color: indigo"> "It is not a matter of letting him. It is that I do not get a choice in the matter. Truly though, if I am behaved, he does not strike me."</span>She squirmed a little at the lie; he did beat her backside to get to her father, although he had apologized for the necessity of that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>