Zoey's breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. Quentin had taken her to her limits and she had to fight her way back to being fully conscious. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him. Immediately she started to blush when she noticed that his eyes were on the juncture of her thighs where still more of their mingled fluids oozed from her. It was so shameful but she felt herself heating up. He seemed content and satisfied with the mess he had made of her. She felt oddly proud of that. She let her legs hang open, too tired and sore to close them even while watching him crawl around her front. When he tilted her body, her mouth opened expectantly only to have him use her tits to wipe himself clean. The blush deepened when she realized that she was pouting at not being made to clean him with her tongue. Had she really fallen so far into his depravity?<br/><br/>When he let her go, she simply rolled onto her back. When he rose to dress she struggled to her knees and felt the thick goo leak more quickly from her to smear her thighs. Zoey shivered at the sensation, disturbed briefly by the way she seemed to enjoy the degradation. Then he was issuing commands and her attention was on his words. She looked down to see where she had left a puddle on the floor. Her legs would not support her when she tried to stand and she was forced to crawl out of the room naked, leaving a noticeable trail in her wake. She retrieved a cloth and pressed it between her thighs before grabbing another to clean her mess. She hoped that her Master would not be mad at her stopping the perverse stream flowing between her legs. She was not actively cleaning herself but only making sure that she could efficiently clean so that she could get the kitchen staff to start on his dinner.<br/><br/>Once she had wiped up the evidence of their frantic coupling, she struggled to her feet and eased the cloth from between her thighs. The flow of his seed from her had mostly abated and on wobbling legs she headed to the kitchen, studiously ignoring any looks as her nude form with its myriad welts and bruises as well as her cum-smeared chest passed. Once she made it to the kitchen she waited in the doorway. She cleared her throat softly when they did not acknowledge her.<span style="color: indigo">"E-Excuse me. The Master asked that I tell you that he would like his dinner shortly."</span>She tried not to look them in the eye, feeling more than a little embarrassed by her current dishevelled state.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>