(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar06.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving home, grabbing some sleep then heading out to try and sell V.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br/><hr/><br/>I trusted the woman who used to be called Nataliya with my life. She was a wonderful slave, a great fuck and the best crew member I'd ever had. And she enjoyed her life. I'd bought her from this very place a few years ago, and quite frankly I'd fallen in love with her over that time. And so, when we were alone, I treated her more like an employee or a lover. I liked to think that, should I ever choose to free her, she would choose to remain with me. Of course, for a woman to free her slave is such a damn complex process that it was unlikely to happen. There but for the Will of Allah, as the saying goes.<br/><br/>But in public, I had a status to maintain. While I wasn't on the same class as some of my clients, I had a couple of hundred grand in the bank, and that entitled me to move with the merchant class here in Monte Carlo. I had contacts with the social elite, of course, because they occasionally required my special services. And in turn, I was owed a few favours.<br/><br/>I watched with interest as cum-tongue pulled the redhead from the cage by her hair. Slaves rarely had any sympathy for each other, I'd noticed. I held the taser ready, just in case. I would have loved to hand it to fuck-slut and put the collar on red myself, but this was a public place. Handing a weapon to a slave in a public place could get you in trouble. But Red didn't fight it and Slut put the collar on her. I grinned. "Now, ginger-slut, I want you to kneel down and apologise to my pretty cunt here by licking her out".<br/><br/>Slave on slave action was always good for a laugh.