Marek seemed to ponder her question about being deflowered in public or private, but had no answer.  Maybe that was his answer however, that it was Doxi's decision.  That he was willing to put his ass, quite literally, in her hands.  He smiled and chuckled lightly when he saw the collar, but lifted his head and held his long black hair out of the way so that she could put it around his neck.  No doubt he was enjoying her sopping wet pussy on his abdomen, and her breasts against his chest as she claimed her pet.<br/><br/>He nodded as she said how she needed a nap and he began to get up from the bed.  He paused as he picked up his silk pants and sash and asked, "How much autonomy do I have captain?  I do not wish to upset my captain.  Should I ask permission to put clothing on before going back to work?"  He held up his silk pants, "Or does my captain wish her pet to be nude, save his collar?  Likewise may I go shower before returning to work, or does my captain wish the scent of her remain on him, taunting and teasing him, reminding him of the bliss he experienced?"<br/><br/>Doxi noted that Marek's cock was thick, not erect, not hard, but thick with desire.  Obviously she knew that he was quick to recover after blowing his load, but he apparently was very happy with the encounter.  "Or maybe if my captain prefers, I'll go find Janmorel and have her clean me?  Have her lick your juices from my body?"