(sorry the only traumatized one is the storyteller whose brain farted yet again)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Pet</span></strong><br/><br/>Marko would come to terms that he had been set up and was probably walking into a trap all along on that mission of his.  Those within the police force had a good laugh at his expense probably because of it.  And now Susan had taken his slave away from him, his last shred of dignity and pride away from him along with it.  But then again he considered the alternative for his slave should Susan not be there.  His slave might have been placed back on the market and out the door to someone that was not willing to take care of her at all.  Marko would lay there on his back his cock sticking straight up in the air and allow the blood to somewhat form back into his head and allow him to think.  What do i do and where do i go from here.