(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Playroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ietje van Leeuwen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I would be honored to make love to you, Ietje. And we shall see how this develops." Phillipe whispered into her ear once more to acknowledge what she had asked for. While he thought about it he was realized that he wanted to try out such a thing. Making love was not something that he had done since he was a teenager. The world had changed so fast that such a thing became an antiquated concept. But now he was about to do it with a slave. Many of his friends or business partners would claim that such a thing is blasphemous. But he did not care, he was going to go through with it. He was going to make love to a slave.<br/><br/>Carefully he leaned her forward with one hand while the other pulled down the zipper on his pants. His cock rose free from its cage of fabric. Always when he punished or played with her, he was already as hard as a rock. "Ietje, I am going to go slow." He warned her as he pulled back and lifted her so that he could line his dick up with her sex. Just as he promised, he slowly lowered her back onto his hard member. Like any slave that belonged to her one master, she was still tight but her sex was nearly like a glove for Phillipe's prick. Inch by inch, he lowered her down onto him till she was all the way down to the base.<br/><br/>"Ietje, we shall work together in this. I shall not force you to act and will not force my act upon you in this coupling." In the next moment he had pulled about an inch or two of himself out of her before making his way back inside of her. There was some force there but nothing like the pounding sessions that she had received in the past. This force was for their mutual benefit, not just his alone.