Shudders of pleasure still rippled through Zoey's tired aching body as she lay otherwise limp against her master. She could hear his heavy breathing mirroring her own but in a deeper more rumbling manner. It gave her goose bumps. The faintest hint of a smile curved her lips at the realization that he was just as breathless as she, if substantially less messy. The pats to her cum-flooded abdomen made her whimper but she managed with great effort to tilt her head to see him. She nodded weakly to his command and blushed when he wiped his now slimy fingers off on her slender neck.<br/><br/>An indignant sounding squeal escaped her bruised lips when he tipped her onto her side where she lay still catching her breath. The feeling of warm air on the savaged, gaping opening to her backside felt strange and particularly naughty and she was already trying to clench when he instructed her to do just that.<span style="color: indigo"> "N-no Master, I want to be a good girl and not make a mess."</span>She whispered hoarsely. The ravaging her throat had taken made it hurt to speak. She did not even more when she heard him feeling around. She was little more than a just-fucked puddle of flesh and had no energy to do anything beyond breathe and keep her backside as tightly clenched as she could. It was an awkward feeling, and she bit her lip to stifle a soft coo.<br/><br/>Given her state she assumed that the question was rhetorical about her being able to walk so she did not attempt to answer. Even with that considered she felt a familiar stirring when he gently stroked her hip. He could be so gentle with her when he chose, she thought, not for the first time. The touch did not last long though and she pouted at its absence. The coins and the blanket were left for her, as were her instructions, and then he was gone.<br/><br/>It took several long minutes for her to even struggle to her knees and properly drape the blanket over herself and collect her clothing. Until she started to crawl forward, she had completely forgotten that she still had the spreader bar attached. A little giggle filled the silence and a smile crept onto her lips again. She had a good reason to forget; after all she had been used to the limits of her sanity. Quentin forgetting something like that meant that his thoughts were not at their usual razor sharpness either. She took a modicum of pride in that.<br/><br/>What took away some of her pride was the tip she had to give. The coins meant nothing to her, they were not hers, but when she had to obediently open his pants and take him between her lips she did pout a little. It did not seem to matter to the shop owner though. He simple gripped her hair and her jaw and pumped her head up and down his length while alternately groaning and mumbling lewd comments to her. Thankfully he did not last long nor was he as endowed as her Master. It did not take long before he was dumping his seed onto her tongue. She swallowed and he gave her a soft pat on the head before tucking his cock away. She realized that she was not bothered by having a stranger in her mouth. Her Master had "suggested" that she treat the man and she did as she was told. She mumbled a soft thank you to him when he removed the bar for her. She knelt beside the counter, both to be out of the owner's way and to support her until Quentin came to collect her. It had been a very long, very intense day and more than anything she craved a bath and a bed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>