(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darius Fair</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darya's yacht,<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; his friend Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. Okanjo's slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; Darya Lysina; Darya's slave, Valentina "Myshka" Khorikina, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie LeBon<br/><br/>Daaamn.  What a foxy blonde.  This Darya Lisina was quite the eyeful, just like Okello's slave.  I would love to see Darya have some fun together with my sweet Kumiko.<br/><br/>How strange.  I wasn't thinking about having Darya to myself.  Instead, I was imagining being witness to my beloved Kumiko with her.  I looked at my delicious Kumiko to gauge her reaction.  We'd spend hours together checking out women, making comments about their pretty faces and beautiful bodies.  Kumiko was not the type to get jealous, especially considering how well defined our commitment was to each other, and she appreciated beauty as much as I.<br/><br/><strong><em>"...Darius Fair, heir to the Fairmont Hotel franchise..."</em></strong><br/><br/>I snapped out of my nearly completely mesmerized trance at the mention of my name, then shook my head with a smile at Okello.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, just call me Darius.  And this is my slave, Kumiko."</strong><br/><br/>Kumiko had her hand in the crook of my elbow.  I moved it down so our fingers intertwined.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being on this yacht.  Your slave is quite lovely as well."</strong><br/><br/>It was true.  Valentina looked adorable in her lacy bra and thong and stockings.  And I liked how Darya introduced her by name.  Perhaps Darya and I shared similar philosophies about how we treated our slaves.<br/><br/>Just then, another lovely free woman, a curvy brunette, came on board.  I smiled at her but was instead greeted with a look of scorn.  I looked to Okello inquisitively, but he seemed to be absolutely enthralled with her.  I forgot the snub for a moment and wondered what was going on inside Okello's head.<br/><br/>This free woman had a nice looking slave with her, with jewelry hanging off her nipples and clit, which really drew attention to her lovely lady parts.  This slave took a glass of champagne and put it in her mistress' hand.  I looked at Kumiko and smiled at her.  I snapped my fingers and I put out my hand, waiting for her to do get me a drink as well.<br/><br/>I looked at her four other slaves as well.  They seemed to have secondary roles compared to the bedazzled brunette.  They wore matching lingerie.  Three were older with long hair and the fourth was younger with a pixie hairstyle.  It was clear that the one on her knees was the free woman's personal slave, while the others were there for use by the guests.<br/><br/>She approached Okello who was still beside me.<br/>