"True, it is, and with more to follow. The rest of you will need to catch up, in time..." Still, there was a certain allure in the nervous way she said it. He might push her toward speaking her desires and offers more plainly, but for as long as habits from her old life had her blushing and fidgeting he would enjoy the sight of it. "Still, you make your offer well. Go on." He leaned back and dropped her chest. Instead one arm found the arm of his chair, and the other reached back for the dwindling brown liquid in his glass. The rest of his body meanwhile leaned backward, provided cleaner access to his midsection without making any clear attempt to strip himself for her.<br/><br/>Beneath the mans trousers wonderful things were happening. The sight of her perched there with cheeks stained red and her fingers idly worming around with no clear purpose, as well as her attempts at offering her mouth, had stirred his prick for yet another time. Quentin did not remember a time when he had cum so much, nor a time when he had to cope with so many untended-to erections. He had supposed the latter would be a thing of the past, but when it came to treating Zoey he simply seemed to not have the time to deal with it on every occasion. By the time she was gone from his lap he could feel his cock pushing with it's full strength against the confining cage of his underwear, eager to be out.<br/><br/>"Lose the top, and open your pants far enough that you can - and do - touch yourself while you see to me. Don't cum, though... Instead dedicate yourself to my cock. Show me that you've been a good student, and make it gooey, wet and wonderful. You can do that, can you not?" He grinned down at her, eyes blazing with an eager hope. He was relying on her, and even putting some of his trust into her; this would be both a bad time to let the man down, and a good time to perform.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>