<br/>(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>Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint; his fellow medical doctor, Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont-Simon<br/><br/>Unfortunately, things did not go as Dr. Okanjo planned.  He hoped that James and Adrian would talk about his slave and molest her, but the two men were strangely quiet, and did not seem particularly interested in her.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the table next to them was ready, so he thanked them for allowing him to sit, bid them goodbye, and took his leave.<br/><br/>He sat down and had Paulette sit on the floor next to him.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo noticed that his slave was in her own world again.  This was fine - he was not the type of owner who required constant attention, and she was disciplined enough to maintain her position regardless of whatever ideas or memories she was having.<br/><br/>He reached over and petted her on the head, running his fingers through her hair, nails scratching lightly along her scalp.  He traced her ear and jawline until he touched her chin, then looked into her eyes when she opened them for him to stare into.<br/><br/>He adjusted his chair to face her and leaned forward to touch the inside of her knee that was closer to him.  He put pressure on it, spreading her wider, until the tendons connecting her legs to her pelvis were stretched to the limit and she had to adjust her seated position to face him.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo's face was inches from the slave's as he undid the connection of the leash to the crotch rope, and then the crotch rope itself, freeing her of the ache and pain between her legs, at least the ache and pain from the bondage he removed.<br/><br/>His drinks arrived and he took the whiskey in his hand.  He raised the glass toward his slave.<strong>"A toast... to people... who make toasts."</strong><br/><br/>Clearly, Dr. Okanjo was in a much better mood after making his slave suffer for Darya's perceived disrespect.  He held the glass of whiskey in his hand, holding it to his mouth, breathing in the scent of it, and then took a sip.  It was just what he needed.<br/><br/>He poured some mineral water into a glass.  It was ice cold and refreshing and really released the flavor of the whiskey for him.  He then held the glass to his slave's mouth, having her lips press against the spot his own lips were on, and tilted the glass so that some of the water ended up in her mouth.<br/><br/>He imagined she was thirsty after their activities and required watering like a beast of burden.  He gave her some more water until the glass was emptied, making sure some dribbled off her chin.  He put the glass down and took a napkin, wiping away the slight mess on her chin and tits, then placed the napkin between her legs so she would not leave a spot on the floor from the juices flowing out of her cunt and his seed spilling out of her ass.<br/><br/>The sushi arrived.  These were not fancy rolls, just a nice slab of fish on a chunk of hand-rolled rice.  He took a piece of bright orange pink salmon in between chopsticks.  Without using soy sauce or wasabi or ginger, he bit off half of it, and placed the remainder on the black lacquer rectangular plate.  He savored the flavor as he chewed and looked at her, smiling.<br/><br/>After swallowing, he picked up the remaining half with the chopsticks and held the piece of sushi to her mouth.<strong>"Ahh,"</strong>was the familiar sound he made to have her open her wide so he could feed her.  He watched her eat and swallow before picking up a piece of red tuna.<br/><br/>Again he took a bite out of half of it, but before he started chewing, he fed it to her as well.  He looked at her as she looked at him, tasting and savoring the same sushi, the same<em>shared piece</em>of sushi, together as master and slave, all while other cunts were eating out of dog bowls off the floor, some without being allowed to use their hands, if they were fed at all.<br/>