(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>From the black jack tables out to the Terrace, to right between her Mistress' thighs<br/><strong>With:</strong>Who cares! Her Mistress' legs are right on either side of her face! (Nereza Fabrizio, Kamala Adani, Ricardo Reyes)<br/><br/>I followed my Mistress happily as she lead this Filthy Slut away from the tables and out towards the terrace. The weather always seemed to be nice here, especially in the shade. Back in my old home, it would have been in the 90's (Fahrenheit) right now, and I would have been sweating terribly. But here, in Monaco, it always seemed to be the perfect weather this time of year.<br/><br/>I try\ied not to listen to the conversation that they had as we moved to the Terrace to make ourselves comfortable, it's not my place to listen, after all. And besides, I didn't even really know what they were talking about. I'd never seen a Bond movie, and I'd never been too interested in cars. Honestly though... I would have much rather had it be just my Mistress and I out there, then I might have been able to look at any of the birds that could have possibly made it onto the terrace, or around the gardens down further. We might have enjoyed our time after lunch with a stroll through those gardens as well, which would have been a nice surprise.<br/><br/>I jerked a bit when my Mistress pulled my leash to tell me to sit properly, and where she wanted me to sit, I followed her instructions and knelt before her under the table. I can't help but listen to the man's voice, he sounds Spanish, and for a moment, I think of my mother. It's a very distant memory, but I can remember the Spanish she would speak to me. For some reason it fills me with an intense urge to be hugged by my father.<br/><br/>But that memory is gone very quickly, along with the need for my father to hold me,  when my Mistress pulled me between her legs! oh joy! My mistress is definitely not angry with me. I listened to her instructions, my face lifted up, but my eyes went no higher then her breasts. "Yes Mistress." I responded in a very small voice before moving my head between her legs.<br/><br/>This isn't about getting my Mistress off, this about giving her the excitement of having a young girl under her dress in public. At least that's the way I thought about it.<br/><br/>I took my time worshiping her legs, rubbing my cheek against the left one in a sweet and loving manner. When ever I was allowed to touch my mistress, I was happy. I was content between her legs like this, it was nice to know my place in life. To have things be so cut and dry for me. I breathed in her scent and closed my eyes. I could smell her sex, and the slight hint of sweat from having been out and about for the day. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, I only touch where I can reach from this position, which was about half way up at the very most. I kissed her knee cap once or twice on both legs, but mostly just spent my time under her skirt.<br/><br/>I liked the dark something like this provided, and the knowledge of how close my Mistress' sex was. When ever I moved out to lick along her leg, some light would get in, and I could see my beautiful owners sex, it was interesting, it wasn't completely shaved, but it was neat and trimmed. One of the things I was allowed to take care of for my mistress, making her sexy little hairs stay neat and nice and in a trim little triangle. God that was a great thing to be able to wake up to in the morning. If I could please her well enough, maybe Mistress would let me pleasure her more when we get back home.