Zoey's body slid down to kneel at his feet, crawling forward as far as she could. There was a small pout on her lips and he probably would assume that it was from having to satisfy him orally when in actuality it was because in her position her master could not touch her breasts. She undid the buttons of the tight vest as quickly as her trembling hands would allow and shrugged it off to bear her heaving, pale breasts that were still marred by the fading red welts. Zoey arched her back, biting her lip in the hope that her Master would touch them again. When he was not hitting her his touch could be so wonderfully gentle and shockingly arousing. She fumbled and tugged at her pants until they were opened wide enough to slip her hand inside. When she did so experimentally her blush deepened again. She was still incredibly wet and sensitive from the toy earlier and a shiver rocked her body at even the first, experimental touch.<br/><br/>She did not linger on it though and instead pulled her hand out to open his pants and remove his belt. The sight of her chest rising and falling more rapidly as her nervousness built was arousing to her Master, or at least she assumed it was by the way his heavy cock pulsed against her fingers as she freed it from his underwear. Taking a deep, calming breath she closed her eyes as her small soft hand encircled the base to steady the hard length. Her mouth opened wide and she leaned in until her lips slid over the tip. The feel of her moist, parted lips sliding over the flared crown had Zoey's face blushing brightly again (or still) and as her tongue slithered sensually against the tip her bright green eyes opened to look up. She watched intently to see if he seemed pleased as she pushed her head slowly down more. Her agile tongue trailed just behind those velvety, squeezing lips and she was doing well at taking him until his girthy cock nudged the entrance to her throat. She pulled back onto a fraction, took a moment to gather herself and started forward again. Soft gagging started when her head pushed deeper but she seemed to mostly cope. If things started to go wrong she simply pulled back a minute amount, refocused and continued down.<br/><br/>It was a very much better performance that her first and clearly she had taken her lessons to heart. She did not want to have to learn them again, and so she had committed everything to memory. She could not quite take him to the root though and began to bob her head up and down the full length that she could manage. His shaft glistened with saliva and her mouth was a warm and exceedingly wet sheath for his cock. She kept her eyes on him, as she bobbed slowly and deeply. On every down stroke she was still taking a little more. Despite the practice the servants had offered her, none was as endowed as her Master. Even knowing a lot more of what to do did not make it easy to take him. Each little gag now send droplets of saliva trickling over what little remained that she could not take. She seemed determined though and her tongue slid around the underside of his shaft. She would earn his praise in this. She would show him that those invitations could just be thrown away. The thought galvanized her to move her mouth even faster and tighten her lips more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>