(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-Simon; his fellow medical doctor, Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo pulled up to a bar and cafe he visited somewhat regularly.  He had a sudden craving for sushi, and Maya Bay had some of the best in the city-state.<br/><br/>He pulled up to the curb and allowed both doors to open (http://cdn.carsroute.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Mercedes-SLS-AMG-Desert-Gold-17.jpg).  Dr. Okanjo handed the end of the leash to the valet on the passenger side door, who allowed the cunt to step out and stand up.<br/><br/>He got out on his side and spoke to the other valet who would be parking his car.<br/><br/><strong>"You may be tempted to take her for a spin.  Don't.  The last valet who did now drives golf-carts."</strong>He smiled, handing over a tip.<br/><br/>The car drove off and Dr. Okanjo took the leash from the valet on the curb.  His slave was still wearing nothing more than the black crotch rope, black leash, and collar.<br/><br/>He walked up to the slave at the hostess stand.<strong>"Find me a seat outside, cunt, and be quick about it."</strong>He admired the way she obediently hurried away.  She must have pissed off a customer recently to be so responsive.  He enjoyed the way her ass jiggled.<br/><br/>He was in a bit of a rush to eat, so he had his slave walk instead of crawl.  On the way, he noticed a familiar face near the table he was going to be seated at, which was the only table available and still required a lot of cleaning and setting.<br/><br/><strong>"James, how are you?  Long time no see."</strong><br/><br/>He reached out for a handshake with his colleague.<br/><br/>There is a certain level of fraternity among those in the same profession and medicine was no exception.  Dr. Okanjo recalled how Dr. James Sutherling was one of the few physicians who did not own a slave of his own.  He understood his rationale.  Some females were capable of being great doctors and nurses.<br/><br/>In fact, some of Dr. Okanjo's best researchers were female who had been recognized for their intellect and underwent a a traditional curriculum instead of slave-ed.  Most ended up being free, while some were slaves sold to and owned by the universities or companies he worked for.  He rather enjoyed being allowed to punish the smart, talented ones.  It was so much more satisfying than just beating on a mindless, broken cunt.<br/><br/>He introduced himself to the other man, an Adrian Dumont.<br/><br/><strong>"Dr. Okello Okanjo.  Pleased to meet you.  How about I join you, gentlemen?  I am ravenous and my table does not seem to be ready."</strong><br/><br/>Assuming it was okay, Dr. Okanjo pulled the chair of the fourth and final setting of their table and sat.  He looked at his slave, then pointed to the area on the floor that was between him and James.  He had seen enough of her.  It was time for others to enjoy the view, especially when she was on her knees with her legs spread, back arched and tits pushed out and presented.<br/><br/>He placed his order to the server, a handsome fellow who waited on him before.<strong>"Good afternoon, Aurelien.  I'll start with a double of Johnny Walker Blue and a bottle of Scottish mineral water.  The same for my friends if they desire, my treat.  Two glasses with ice.  A bowl of miso soup, followed by a dozen pieces of nigiri - pink salmon, eel and tuna.  Thank you."</strong><br/><br/>He took a deep breath and made himself comfortable.  He pointed to his slave.<br/><br/><strong>"So, what do you think of her?  I just picked up this cunt a few hours ago from the Emperium.  She cost much more than a typical slave, but I plan on making her worth every euro.  Feel free to stare at her.  Make comments if you like.  And, by all means, use your hands as well.  She feels as good as she looks."</strong><br/><br/>It was one thing to let others see her, and take pictures of her.<br/><br/>But now he was letting others speak of her and even touch her.<br/><br/>