Zoey blushed, realizing that her explanation fell a little flat. She knew that Molly pitied her and the realization left her feeling strange. She had never before had the feeling of being pitied. Envied yes, but never pitied. She shook her head. Her world really had changed. She smiled at the uncertainty in Molly's voice, the concern. It was nice to know that someone here seemed to feel for her. Reluctantly at the woman's request, she stood, pouting that the gentle touch had ended. She felt much better though and even the battered flesh of her backside had eased.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you Molly, for everything. I am sure. Please do not worry; I am sure everything will be fine." </span>She said with a practiced, fake smile. Things would be fine if she behaved. If not she might end up like the late Lord Stayan.<br/><br/>She stepped away from where Molly was cleaning up and dropped gracefully to her knees facing the door. Immediately, she assumed the position that she had been taught and simply waited for her Master's return. She did not spare Molly another glance, she simply waited obediently with her bare body glistening with the thin, even coat of the massage oil. She liked the scent of it and found herself hoping that her Master would approve.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>