Zoey kept lapping up the mess she had made, or more accurately, was made to make. Not that it mattered. When his hand touched her head she could not help the momentary cringe. When instead of abuse he gently began to stroke her hair, she relaxed immediately. It felt good after the night of degradation and abuse. Doing as she was told, she kept displaying her empty mouth as proof that she had swallowed. She blushed when her eyes rose to his face and he was smiling down at her. It was not the usual calculating smirk but a sincere smile that for some reason made her blush.<br/><br/>She listened to him musing out loud while she finished up the task of cleaning him with her tongue. The rhetorical question led her to believe that his gift would be him taking her again, although perhaps he would be gentle with her this time. The last question caught her off guard and she immediately started to panic. She knew that he would expect and answer quickly but she was drawing a blank as to what she could request. Her small form trembled as a few seconds ticked by and finally she spoke.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I do not know Master. Please forgive me but I had not assumed that such choices would be mine." </span>Her eyes were hopeful that her honesty would suffice to not ruin the good mood he was in.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>