Zoey was sobbing as she heard the threat in his voice which only served to tighten her mouth around his cock. It was definitely pleasurable for him but it also served to make her gag harder. Her fear was mounting and her eyes flicked away from his face back to the implements of punishment arranged nearby. She did want to please him but try as she might to take more all she could do was gag and choke. With every passing second his face showed ever more disdain and she grew more nervous. Finally, he reached the breaking point and took a rough grip on her silky sable hair. She squealed in shock and fear as he jerked her head back, his cock exiting her small mouth with a syrupy pop. She cowered, sniffling as he growled down at her. She opened her mouth to apologize but he shoved her to the side. She tried and failed to correct herself and fell to her side. Immediately he ordered her back into position and she scrambled to obey.<br/><br/>To her credit her positioning was perfect with her back arched and breasts thrust out. Even though she shook she once again forced her hands to stillness in her lap and closed her eyes. With great reluctance she made mouth once again form the same inviting oval she had before. As she knelt there his tirade made her more and more scared. She could not stop the tears as he told her what was in store, how he was simply going to take what he wanted. The thought of practicing this revolting act until dinnertime, hours away was bad enough but with -someone- implied it would not be with him. The thought of someone else using her like this was even more frightening. At least Quentin had good hygiene. She doubted jack or whoever her owner had in mind could say the same.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>