Zoey's dainty nose crinkled in disgust every time Lord Stayan opened his mouth. The man was an absolute pig and the knowledge that she would have to service such a man was almost enough to have her bolt from under the table and to hell with the consequences. The more she had to listen to him the worse the feeling got but she knew if she moved Quentin would catch her and beat her within an inch of her life as punishment. When the topic turned to social events in the area, Zoey had to fight the urge to start sobbing. Her new lot in life was bad enough without being reminded of her old life.<br/><br/>When the food came, the smells made the poor girl's stomach groan. She had hardly been fed in the three days leading up to the auction and she had eaten nothing today at all, at least nothing that she wanted to dwell on too long. She knelt under the table, dreading what would come. She did not bother eyeing the other men yet, she knew that Lord Stayan would be the first. She was not disappointed. The sight and the smell of it were terrible as she crawled closer. The smells wafting off of the top of the table made her "supper" look particularly unappetizing. With a slow, steadying breath she reached in and steadied the throbbing length before leaning in. The second it touched her lips, she gagged softly. She diligently pushed on though, cringing at the taste the smell and even the texture of it. She kept an eye on the others as she let her mouth sink slowly farther onto the obese lord's cock. She could not help but think that this was the worst so far even when compared to doing the same thing for twenty-one individuals.<br/><br/>Still she worked diligently, the sounds of her soft slurping audible if only barely during lulls in the conversation. Silently, tears began to trickle over her cheeks as she kept doing her duty. She prayed that this man did not have good stamina, because the taste of him was liable to make her sick.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>