Quentins body finally regained control over itself, and he leant forward. One hand reached out to land on Zoey's side, rubbing up and down the side of it. It was oddly comforting, though Quentin did it more because her skin was soft and smooth than because he wanted her reassured. It was a pleasure to pet her like a dog, helped by the feeble way she lapped at his cock.<br/><br/>"That wasn't bad, girl. Not great, but not bad. We'll practice more another time. For now... " He paused, and she could see something in his eyes suggesting he wanted to do her again. He overcame it, and let his brain rule his balls. "For now I want you clean for lunch. You have not yet earned the right to be dressed, but clean, I think, is more fun for the both of us. Tell the kitchen staff to bring the copper tub here, and to fill it with water. Get yourself a towel too, I suggest, then come here."<br/><br/>As usual his dismissal was followed by nothing. He simply turned away, sliding from her tongues soft attention, and continued with his day. An observer would see a businessman planning his day, and have no clue to the lewd prelude or the fact that there was a naked woman with cum-stained thighs sprawled on his floor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>