The prone body under Quentin twitched and shook, showing signs of near exhaustion. Zoey had no idea how much time had passed with the machine pummeling her but she had never felt so physically exhausted. She felt an odd combination of numbness and the throbbing ache between her still spread thighs. It was odd that her body was so slow to respond but her mind was alert and nervous. She worried that her efforts would have failed to please her Master and that he would insist on punishing her for that failure. When he moved she tensed, her lean body flexing briefly and a small squeak escaping as he lowered himself behind her. When he slid free the mess the dripped from her made her cringe and blush in shame. It felt especially dirty but she could not manage to even close her legs.<br/><br/>When he began to shift her body she felt a spark of heat. Her body felt like lead to her but he positioned her with a contemptuous ease that she simply could not deny tantalized her. She snuggled meekly against his side and buried her face against his shoulder to stifle another quiet noise when he pulled her legs up. Finally the wide shaft slithered from between her legs. She could feel both of her abused openings gaping slightly and leaking an obscene mix of their wetness. She kept her face buried, hiding her blush at the shame she felt. His musings only deepened the blush and she nodded quickly. The device had worked exactly as she assumed he would want it to. She could not tell how many times she been reduced to a mewling sexual beast because of it.<br/><br/>After a few seconds of nodding she abruptly lifted her head, crimson cheeks fairly glowing with embarrassment. Still she knew that she was to answer his questions.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes Master, it worked very well." </span>Abruptly she buried her face against his shoulder again and slowly her body relaxed into him. Even as he fondled her breast she just enjoyed the peaceful moment. Strangely this felt right to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>