(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Monte Carlo in her master's car<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br/><br/>Ietje growled with frustration as Phillipe prevented her from stimulating him enough to make him cum earlier.  She stiffened in anger as he foiled her plan and the shifted uncomfortably as he petted her.  She hummed with pleasure at his touch.  Ietje's pony training had been thorough and had left her with several automatic responses.  One of them was to squirm in pleasure when petted and squirm she did under Phillipe's maddening, merciless touch.  The distraction and the longer route had pulled her mouth off of Phillipe's cock twice but only barely.<br/><br/>By the time they reached the restaurant not only was she seething with frustration as he used her but deeply aroused by the steady sucking of his cock and the tantilizing taste of his precum.  Every slave sent through the training system was conditioned to love the taste of precum and despite her distaste for the act, Ietje was no different.  When he stopped her she groaned.   Ietje had learned the hard way not to provoke further punishment by lying for her master was a devious and clever man.  She pulled off of him, her face flushed from the effort, her make-up ruined.  She dared not look at him but rather squirmed.  "Master, I lost hold of your member twice.  I should be... I should be publicly humiliated and not allowed to cum master."<br/><br/>Ietje hated to describe her own punishment for he always took it much farther than she ever would but to not do so would make it worse.  She bowed her head again and rapidly fixed her make up in the mirror until she was once again the suave professional woman and then followed her master out the door and into the restaurant.<br/>