Quentin took the half step forward necessary to curl his hand around one of Zoey's ample mounds. His first two fingers went either side of the pert nipple topping the orb, rocking back and forth to twist the nipple in a circular motion before pushing them forward to pluck at the sensitive little nub, stiffening it and working it nimbly despite the absence of his thumb to help. The rest of his fingers sprayed out, spreading around to knead at every inch of her bosom that he could clasp, fingers rubbing against the soft and malleable flesh gleefully. He tried to push her back a little further, too - to really strain her spine - but when she yelped and threatened to topple he lessened the pressure with a small disappointed frown. Despite the attention lavished onto her breast, he was more interested in talking down to her in a way that was at once praising and derisive.<br/><br/>"You'll need to work on your flexibility, girl. Let's see the rest of them, then, I suppose..." He managed to make it sound almost irritated, and at least disinterested, despite the beauty of the girl displaying himself at his command. "Arse." Came the next command, and was shortly followed by "Cunt." and "Mouth." After each he would reach for the offered orifice, press and rub against it - or in the case of her mouth feed it a finger - and reposition her slightly, before nodding and issuing the next statement. By the time they were through the four supposed stances, which is what they felt like more than parts of her own body by the end, he seemed pleased enough with her performance.<br/><br/>"Not entirely terrible, girl. A natural born serving girl... It is a wonder you were ever anything else, really." He smirked, eyeing her in case of a rise that he didn't really expect to come at this point. "Let's up the difficulty a little." He took back the half step he'd taken earlier in the small exchange, and his hand flickered toward one wall. There was a large fireplace there, topped by an empty mantlepiece that might just prove useful. "Against the walls, leaned over. Legs straight, body horizontal. Make a good, big target of your arse, for me."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>