The normally unfaltering Quentin allowed himself several long moments laying there under his soft, messy slave, whose skin glistened in some places, and was masked by thicker smears of goo in others. She looked a total mess, certainly, but in the lewdest, sexiest way Quentin could imagine. The only part of her unaffected lay beneath her tall stockings... Though the clothes themselves had caught some stray globs. For his part he was covered in a thin film of sweat and found himself weak-kneed and breathless, though beyond that only his cock and lap was truly in a dire state. Her squeezing ring bought appreciative grumbles but nothing more, and he remained only half erect even with the efforts.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, once his stamina was slowly returning, he patted her stomach twice in quick succession to catch her attention and let her know he wanted her to do something - "Off", he said - before immediately regretting disturbing the puddle of cummy-spit there. He bought his now messy fingers into the air and frowned at them, before moving to wipe them on the cleanest part of her immediately available; the side of her neck worked well enough. With his hand clean and Zoey still too silly or weak to do as she was told he tipped his body sideways til she tumbled off to land gently upon her own side. His cock popped free with an audible squelch and for just a second he lay there, begrudging the sudden lack of attention.<br/><br/>He rose himself and looked across to her back, and then down. "Clench." He said, hand patting the curve of her rump as though that would help any. "You don't want all of Sirs goo dribbling onto the floor, do you? I would only have you try to scoop it back inside, and I suspect that would be a much harder task, considering your state."<br/><br/>He pulled himself up until he was sitting, waiting for his legs to remember how to work. His mind had returned but his body still lagged behind. His eyes scanned around them, spying things he'd totally forgotten about in the heat of the protracted moment... Things like his shirt, which he pulled toward him. He winced at having to put it on while he was still soiled, but it beat going topless.<br/><br/>"I presume you won't be walking anytime soon?" He mused, unable to stop himself sounding at least a little delighted. He couldn't stop himself stroking her hip when he spied it to be clean, and prominent. Once he'd been loathe to toy with her for fear of giving her some sense of self worth, but now that she was for all intents and purposes his puppet the point seemed moot, and he could enjoy her.<br/><br/>"I'll arrange for us to be carried, door to door." He rose to his feet and started counting coins into a small velvet coin purse, which he then dropped heavily to the floor. "Pay the man and gather our things. Suck his cock too if you've the time - the tip is feeble if you don't, and we may be back in the fullness of time so it's best to keep him amiable - but keep the rest of yourself hidden... That's mine."<br/><br/>He redressed the rest of himself - his lower half - slowly thanks to weary muscles, then located and tossed her a black, somewhat scratchy woolen blanket, which landed vaguely over her. "I'll return shortly with someone to take us home. You needn't get dressed since you'd only ruin your clothes, but keep the blanket on. Understand?" Provided she wasn't too addled to nod her agreement he made to leave the room, with the intention of finding someone with a covered handcart to take them home... Such discrete amenities were common enough in this part of town. On the way he'd tell the owner to collect payment (and indeed his 'bonus') from Zoey, and for him to keep an eye on her until his return.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>