A deep red blush spread across her face, down her neck and onto the tops of her breasts when her eyes met his. He was intent on her and she got a sudden rush of nervousness and arousal. That gaze could mean so many things. As she kept looking and lapping up their mess, she sagged slightly in relief when he smiled and just shook his head. His good mood seemed to be intact thankfully.<br/><br/>Every swipe of her tongue filled her senses with with the taste and smell of him. Where only two days ago the taste almost made her ill now she was finding herself coping with and even beginning to enjoy it. Her bottom dipped slightly every few moments and it was clear that her legs were still having trouble supporting her. Her nethers were aching from the hard, punishing use of her. Still she knew the she had to endure or risk worse.<br/><br/>She was just finishing cleaning the table when the wet rag hitting the table with a wet splat startled her. She had been so intent on her duty she had not noticed him leave. "thank you Master for your kindness" she murmured. Signs of just how tired she was we're evident. It was a struggle for her to straighten up and stand as he had shown her. Her shoulder slumped and her whole body trembled with the effort of not collapsing. Gingerly she took the cloth and began to clean herself. Her touch was slow and careful as it slipped across her reddened and sore lower lips. Sliding farther back to clean her backside made her hiss in pain. But thankfully it did not take long and then she was wiping her thighs.<br/><br/>With that done she walked slowly to her clothing in an awkward little limping waddle. It was harder to dress this time. She simply smoothed her skirt down as it still hung bunched around her waist. The stockings still clung to her legs but the tips were stained and sticky from the mess. It was a struggle to bend over an pick up her shirt and panties but she made sure to have her back to his when she did so he could get a good view if his handiwork. Awkwardly she slid her panties up the length if her leg before starting to put on the shirt. The slave cringed at the cool, somewhat slimy dampness of the shirt. As she buttoned it, she regretted having used it to wipe her face and breasts of his seed and her saliva.<br/><br/>Then she stood there, breasts still staining at the top and excessive cleavage showing. Her hair was a little disheveled and her clothing somewhat crumpled but somehow she looked just as radiant as when he had brought her in. "do I meet your approval Master Quentin?" she asked when she was ready.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>