(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the sun terrace at the rear of the casino, having moved out of the gambling lounge.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br/><br/>The man had a certain arrogance about him that I didn't care for, like he felt a need to put on a show. Many men held that about them these days, since the world had been laid at their feet. I didn't blame him; what weak man wouldn't let power go to his head in this world? A strong man on the other hand, confident of his own abilities, would be different, unswerving. Decent. I sighed inwardly. Decent men were far too rare these days. I suspected they were all still in their homes, and at their vanilla office jobs, with their good slave-wives and slave-daughters running their business in the same way they'd always done, though perhaps no longer putting up with the nagging. It made me smile, the idea of a mild-mannered accountant cropping his wife across the tits because she nagged him to mow the lawn.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You think so? I believe any woman who ends up as more than a slave in my life will inevitably disagree ... One must understand and appreciate my work immensely to see past my faults."</em></strong>I wasn't sure I was bothered to make the effort. This was a business deal, not a wedding.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Very well, I would hate to rob you of your belief in luck, after all it has granted you a lunch partner unless perhaps fate is more your cup of tea? And in turn I will accept that perhaps despite it all their must exist a little magic in my touch, hopefully that leaves both of us satisfied."</em></strong>I wasn't sure what he was on about now and I blanked the droning noise out. Luck - fate - magic? It was hardly an interesting conversation.<br/><br/>We went outside, my mind more on the swaying derrière and fine legs of the waitress who was leading us to our table, than on my dining companion. I gave my cunt's leash a harsh tug and she turned to heel and crawl dutifully at my side. I noted that Reyes' property was clothed and he had her walk upright. Mind you, with a hag that age I'd hide her flabby body too. What was he doing out at a casino with his mother? Couldn't he afford a younger model? Honestly, a slave is a slave and unless you send them down the road to buy your paper, down on all fours is where they deserve to be and if they haven't got the body to display nude then just recycle them into dog food.<br/><br/>Outside in the sunshine the heat was palpable. I did so adore air conditioning. Apart from the wheel, the wing and the double-ended dildo I counted it as man's finest achievement. Though I suspected the double-ended dildo had been invented by a woman.<br/><br/>As I had asked, the curvy waitress led us to a corner table on the terrace shaded by a large natural linen parasol. I took my seat and perched on the edge of the padded chair. I had chosen a dress with a loose A-line skirt on purpose. Parting my knees wide I tugged my slave towards me by pulling on her nipple rings and steered her head between my thighs. The black dress and my heels were the only three items of clothing I wore and cunt would have a nice view of mine. I tugged again on her nipple jewellery and patted a full breast.<strong>"Nuzzle my thighs. Worship and kiss them, but don't move higher."</strong><br/><br/>Sex between patrons and slaves in the casino was against their rules unless you hired a private function room, but some simple worship of my inner thighs would be fine, I imagined.<br/><br/>With my slave ensconced under the table I looked across and down off the terrace to the small but elegant casino gardens where, during most days, men in linen suits and white hats dealt earnestly over business or laughed and clinked glasses in social freedom. I could see no other female in the place who might be free, but scattered around on the ground beside many men were numerous naked, young and beautiful women. It was a sea of female perfection; lithe, nubile, firm-titted, teenaged and perfectly tanned. A dozen cute round asses were in my sight; they looked so young many might be schoolgirls in their first year of slavery. To a person like me who swings both ways, the slave laws were really rather delicious. It made going out in the city for a casual social meeting as good as a porn show.<br/><br/>My dining companion perused the menu. I left mine untouched.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I have never eaten here before, is it good? I usually keep my money for drinks and gambling."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"The food is excellent. They have a Michelin star and the head chef is René Montauban, he came here from Paris at the start of the season. He does things with Scottish salmon and Maine lobster you wouldn't believe."</strong>At his mention of gambling a realisation struck me.<strong>"It's odd, but... you know, I don't think I have ever gambled here, to me it's my local restaurant and a place to socialise. They also mix divine cocktails."</strong><br/><br/>We made pleasant small talk for a while and I enjoyed the touch of cunt's soft lips and tongue. She was just beginning to warm me up nicely. After lunch a ride around town, get my hair done then back to the stables; give Poppy a good flogging and her reward - together, check things were running smoothly then perhaps a little sunbathing on the roof garden when the day's heat was reducing, with cunt's tongue moving up to attend to places a little more intimate. Yes, that seemed a nice itinerary for the day, but first... I had some business to attend to.<br/><br/><strong>"You know, Señor Reyes, this talk of luck, magic and so on... I am more a believer in skill, hard work and money. I have lived in Monaco only a few years now but already its mood excites me. You know, all that James Bond thing - women, big business, fast cars. And that's where you come in. The first two I'm sorted, thank you very much, but the last one? Not yet. I love the James Bond films, Connery was always the best Bond. And I loved his car - that gold Aston Martin. I think it was a DB6. That is my dream car. And that is why I said you might think it was luck that I walked past you just now. I'm in the market for such a car."</strong>