Zoey simply knelt there watching Quentin work. She was actually impressed with how easily he manipulated the tiny cogs and gears. She became so wrapped up in watching that when his hand stretched out to cup her breast, kneading it firmly in his strong hard, she let out a little squeak of surprise. Her teeth nipped her lip as she tried and failed to stifle the soft whimper that passed her lips. She was still getting used to being touched like this and in her mind it was still a little unsettling but her body had given in completely and she could not deny the heat that coiled in her chest. She tensed to avoid squirming as the pleasure built. She was amazed at the response that he could wring from her body.<br/><br/>She listened to him speak and her heart sank. The thought of others touching her, seeing her as she was now, was horrifying. Especially if they had known her father. She fought to keep her face neutral, but her eyes gave away that she did not like that idea one bit.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-If that is what you wish Master."</span>Was all she said meekly. Her voice trembled; all traces of her former arrogance were gone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>