Zoey's face burned with shame. She knew very well the affects the sounds of her service must be having. She could not help them though. Quentin's strong hand in her hair did not let up in dragging her mouth and throat up and down the length. Her eyes watered, her face reddened and she could silence the near constant slumping and gagging sounds. Thus was a new hell for her, only made worse by the fact she had played a part in it.<br/><br/>As the hand reached its conclusion, quentin's tugs on her hair became mire rough to show her father what the loss meant for for her. This was her life now; this is what his failure had wrought. Once it was done Quentin simply dismissed her father. She heard his apology and sniffed between harsh retching noises. Now she was truly his and no one else would try to save her. She just hired that he would not punish for all the noise she had made, she knew he liked a mire quiet and skilled mouth. It had been hard to focus with her lower half bare and her father hearing her degradation.<br/><br/>She just hoped she had earned some leniency.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>