(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>Salesroom "Emperium"<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo was still appraising the slave when the manager arrived.<br/><br/>Minutes earlier, he noticed the slave's reactions to him.  She did not say a word, but she did not have to.  The tint on her face and chest, the stiffness of her nipples, the swelling and moistening and darkening of her sex - she was ready, ready for him.<br/><br/>His left hand gently held her chin, beckoning it to open wide, while his right hand went into his jacket pocket to pull out a small flashlight.  A press of his thumb and a bright light was on.  He did not speak to her, but instead showed her what he wanted her to do by demonstrating with his own mouth, opening it wide, attempting to get her to ape his movement, as he shined the light in past her parted lips.  He looked in her mouth.  He stuck out his tongue, again showing what he wanted her to do.  He looked again.  He said,<strong>"Ahhh,"</strong>then looked once more.<br/><br/>He could examine her eyes and ears later.  Instead, he just looked at her eyes, his hands around her neck and his fingertips against the bottom of her jaw.  He barely spent any effort moving his hand, but kept moving it until her eyes focused on his.  He thought about the things he wanted to do to her, about the things he wanted her to do for him.<br/><br/>His hand left her neck and went down her body, stopping to squeeze each of her breasts.  They were less appraising than before.  These touches were intended to tease.  Eventually, his hand continued going down her tummy.<br/><br/>Eager to take a closer look between her legs, he stepped back and squatted down, pushing her knees apart.  The flashlight was in his mouth now as he ran both of his hands up her inner thighs, feeling the tendons between her pelvis and legs, then traced up the grooves between her crotch and her thighs, up to the wings of her hips, those protrusions of bone evident in a lean, physically fit specimen like her.<br/><br/>He shined the small flashlight against her mound.  The light made her duller red-pink pussy lips stand out even more against the contrasting surrounding lightly tanned skin.  Her nipples were nearly the same shade as her nether lips.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo heard the voice of the manager behind him.  He looked over his shoulder, showing that he had something in his mouth that prevented him from responding.  He stopped moving his hands on her body, holding still for a moment, then stood up and faced the man.  He put away the flashlight and pulled out a business card.  The phrases MD, PhD, Pharmocology and Monaco Health Advisory Board were the most prominent.<br/><br/><strong>"Dr. Okello Okanjo.  Mr... Adam, is it?  I have heard... things about you.  Your reputation precedes you, at least at the casino it does.  I am in the market for a slave, and I am told you are one of the people to see.  Is there somewhere we can speak in private, as well as give me a chance to further examine this particular piece of merchandise?"</strong><br/>