(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br/><br/>As the car arrived she stirred from her silent gaze and stood at the urging of the valet.  She'd stopped crying and maintained a silent, broken gaze out the window.  Her ass hurt from the rape and she still dribble his cum from her hole in a humiliating reminder of his possession.  She followed into the restaurant, having removed the black negligee once again she was exposed.  Her sex was still swollen and wet and despite her best efforts the inside of her thighs gleamed with a mixture of semen from her ass and her own dew.<br/><br/>Paulette tried to maintain a dignified silence and poise as he led her through the tables.  She imagined she was on stage and slowly began to hold herself with a proud tilt of her head and a controlled sway of her hips.  She tried to ignore the stares and the jerks on the collar.  However the friction of the rope on her wet slit and tender, gaping asshole was too much and she was forced to grind her legs and twist as she walked, ruining her attempt to dignity.<br/><br/>She stood quietly as he introduced himself and then sank to her knees in the classic slave pose with knees spread, breasts thrust out and hands on the hips. Again the rope caused her much sexual discomfort and she found it hard to follow the buzz of the conversation as she had her own battle with the torment...