(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main deck of<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; his friend, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson; the pianist, Mati Groves<br/><br/><em><strong>"I'm sure you're taking great pleasure in breaking her in. Please let me know if you would ever like to take her to Richelieu's.  It'd be my treat, consider it a birthday present..."</strong></em><br/><br/>I was a bit surprised.  Kaelyn referred to a slave as "her" instead of "it."  Interesting.<br/><br/><strong>"Given her age, I imagine she's had plenty of traffic going in and out of her.  Of course, there are many more tools that can be used at Richelieu's on the rest of her."</strong><br/><br/><em><strong>"Would you be amenable to our slaves getting better acquainted? My little one must learn how to properly fuck and what better way than for it to learn with such a ripe specimen."</strong></em><br/><br/>I watched the reaction of Marie-Clare's slave.  Sometimes the right words could hurt a slave as much as a cane or riding crop.<br/><br/>Between Kaelyn, Marie-Clare and myself, I believe we had three of the most cruel masters and mistresses on-board together, three dominants who gave their slaves little if any mercy.  Kaelyn invited the pianist to join us, and I couldn't help but feel a faint sense of jealousy that she paid attention to another man.  Still, I played it cool.  Perhaps he was like us in the way we treated our property.<br/><br/><strong>"I cannot say I recognize the name, <em>Monsieur Groves</em>, but I certainly recognize the songs you've played.  One of them was 'Barbarism Begins at Home' by the Smiths, was it not?  A rather unusual, but still enjoyable, version at that.  <br/><br/>"I am Dr. Okello Okanjo, and the pleasure is mine.  Allow me to introduce Kaelyn Richelieu, madame of the finest brothel in Monte Carlo, and Marie-Clare Lisson, who I only just met now.  <br/><br/>"It is a shame that you did not have a female vocalist to accompany you, Monsieur Groves.  Perhaps Kaelyn or Marie-Clare have voices to match their appearances.  If not, maybe one of these cunts kneeling before you has a voice worthy of the way you tickle the ivories and ebonies."</strong><br/><br/>I gave Kaelyn and Marie-Clare a chance to respond to Mr. Groves about the singing ability of themselves and their slaves.  Then I looked at my own slave, still on her hands and knees, wearing long opera gloves and thigh high stockings that accentuated her bare back and ass along with her see-through top that showed off her tits, stomach and sex.  I tugged on my slave's leash.<br/><br/><strong>"Sing, cunt, and sing well or I'll beat you with a cane when we get home."</strong><br/>