Zoey's head hung when her Master scolded her for thinking that she had a say in what was done to her. Her skin was flushed a pleasing pink that very possibly reminded Quentin of the shade her bottom had been after he had first paddled it. Her body quivered and twitched with every movement of his leg now and she had to fight to stifle the little noises that bubbled up in the back of her throat. Her eyes showed her desperation as clearly as if she were screaming her pleas to him, especially when he tortured her by chewing the bread slowly to deliberately draw out her torment for a few more moments.<br/><br/>At his permission her head dropped farther forward and her shapely ass ground down against his thigh. All the pent up need and arousal was finally released and she actually sobbed softly in relief as her orgasm washed over her. Even through her tightly closed mouth he could hear the soft whimpers and whines of pleasure that she could no longer contain. Her hands were still balled into tight little fists and her whole arms shook as did her rigidly tensed abdomen. The feeling of wetness seeping along her skin under the tight pants was a humiliation that she endured gladly, even if she did feel her face heating with residual shame. She drug herself back to the present at the mention of food. Even as aftershocks rocked her body, the thought of actually eating something over than cum and table scraps was an offer she could not ignore.<br/><br/>Taking deep breaths that made her lovely chest strain against the tight material to try and regain her composure, she slid her hand down the front of her pants. The shame on her face intensified when she reached her drenched nethers. With as much care as she could and a few more little squeaks she eased the little contraption from her. When she pulled her hand out she could not help but to cringe. The little toy was actually dripping. Looking up at her Master with an expression to piteous that it may have even softened his heart she did what she knew was expected. She slipped the still lazily buzzing toy into her mouth and began to clean it with her mouth and tongue. Tasting herself made her cringe again but she stuck to her duty, still taking deep breaths through her nose. Her stomach growled at the thought of food and only when she was sure that every crevice of the little toy had been thoroughly cleaned did she pluck it from her mouth and hold it in her cupped palms for her master to inspect.<br/><br/>Her eyes searched his inscrutable expression for a sign that she had pleased him. She was so desperately hungry and she was craving his approval in the hopes that it meant she could partake in the feast before them. The smells of all the rich food was driving her almost as crazy as the toy had been. Her lips parted to speak but she thought better of it. He had not asked her opinion and she did not wish to risk his ire when he seemed to be in a giving mood.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>