Zoey faltered at the question, her lips becoming still against his neck. She had expected to be told what to do and her embarrassment flared back to life while she struggled to think up something that would please him. She hoped that he would not want to couple. Her body was adjusting to him girth and it was not nearly as painful as it had been at first but she was still sore from the last time not that long ago. She was not sure that she would feel much pleasure were they to do it again do soon.<br/><br/>Her pulse started to poun and her brow furrowed as she struggled to come up with a way to properly please her Master. She could not defer to him now without risking punishment and the thought of the invitations she had written filled her mind. She whimpered when he eased her away and she felt his gaze on her. She had to answer and she opened her mouth to speak just as he took a strong grip of her firm, perfect breasts. Instead of words a hoarse gasp escaped. She let out a soft little noise and her body jerked. She found her body responding to the firm touch and she leaned into his hands. "M-my mouth Master" she hissed, her voice shaky, after a moment's pause. "It is wh-where I have received the most training. Would Master be pleased by his slave's wet mouth?"<br/><br/>Even the tiny bit of dirty talk had Zoey blushing furiously. It felt so dirty and in response she felt herself getting even more wet. She was not even aware of the subtle way that she was pressing herself ever more firmly against her leg. She looked adorable sitting there fidgeting as she wrestled with her need and her lust. Her upbringing still would not let her ask openly for what she wanted.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>