Zoey only watched nervously as Molly stomped into the room. She was worried that if Molly upset her Master that she would be punished by virtue of the fact she had brought the young woman to him. The fear grew as Molly's tirade wound to a close. Zoey's eyes were locked on Quentin and she held her breath. The smile and his response let some of the tension out of her. He did not seem mad and she felt relieved. Then again, he was a master of deception so who knew what was going to happen.<br/><br/>Molly's words to her snapped her out of her thoughts and she did as told, spreading the sheet out on the floor and slipping off her dress. A deep, shameful blush crept over Zoey's skin at the thought that Molly would see her heavily bruised backside and the lingering marks of her punishments from yesterday but she simply lay down, stretching out on the thin sheet. Then she simply waited for Molly to return from washing her hands. She could not wait for molly to begin; she could really use a little pampering.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>