<strong><span class="bbc_u">Marko</span></strong><br/><br/>Three thoughts fly into Susan's mind in a swirl at once.  All three divergent of the other in reaction.<br/><br/>'How dare him,  I shall see his badge removed.'<br/><br/>'No please let my up.'<br/><br/>'I owe him, I have asked him to give up use of his slave until she conceives.'<br/><br/>The first one, the rightous indignation of you coming over and on top of her.    As you loomed close to her, your breath caressing across her face.   While the second, kept in the fearful path of reaction, that had allowed for her clumsy fall onto the bed.  But the third response, spoke of her own rise of heat that stirred within.<br/><br/>She could not answer because of this.  Her tongue tied in the knot of thoughts that entwined.  Only the feint nod of her head.  That perhaps signal yes to Marko's query.