<strong><span class="bbc_u">Marko</span></strong><br/><br/>The captain would linger for a moment. Then depart, letting your protests fall on deaf ears.  Everyone always proclaimed their innocence.   It though was pathetic that you would resort to such.<br/><br/>After watching him go, the mother superior would look to you.<br/><br/><em>Mr Marko Castle, it is the last time I shall address you as such.   You are a willful man.  I seen it that day we met.  But do not worry my pet.  I shall have fun breaking  it out of you."</em><br/><br/>She run a hand along your leg and up a thigh.  Her fingers soft in touch.  As she caressed over your leg.  In a possessive ownership.