<strong><span class="bbc_u">Marko</span></strong><br/><br/>The night air is cool, in this late March evening of spring.  Yet not in a way it is uncomfortable.  Actually shorts weather, and perhaps a light windbreaker in the evening.   The night sky is clear, as Marko pulls up in front of the building.  Getting out he come around to open the door for Mary.   The valet waiting to take the keys and park the car, right behind him.  Other valets and patrons entering and leaving the building dot the scene.   All heads turn as Mary steps from the car.<br/><br/>Mary focuses on the building,  trying not to notice the stares.  The long glances given.  It is new this indentured servant program, a little older then the year is.  With its enactment right before the new year.   No one else has brought a indentured servant.   Their is no mistaking she is one.  The collar and state of dress says so.   Even more the appearance of darken perky nipples and the glistening dampness between her thighs.  All from the thoughts that had crept into her, during the drive.<br/><br/>Her heart raced now.  As now in moments they be heading in.  Catching an elevator and heading to the top floor of the building. Where Carsons is situated.     From the get go, as told to do.  She would sash shay her hips in that provocative tease.  As she walked in the heels.   An she hated you for this.