(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 apartment playroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br/><strong>Collar Setting:</strong>2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ietje sighed at his words and some tension seemed to go out of her.  She whispered; "Yes..." as he leaned her forward and unleashed his manhood.  What she meant by that enigmatic word was uncertain but her body moved freely under his touch as he positioned her to take his sex.  She was tight, oh so tight and very wet.  The training both by Phillipe and in the Slave Institutes ensured that she responded to a man, this man whether she wanted to or not although in this case her little sigh of satisfaction signified something different from those other times.  As well, her channel was tight and firm under the welcoming softness. Phillipe's member glided into her well lubricated depths without difficulty.  If anything, Ietje shifted her hips ever so slightly to improve his penetration.<br/><br/>Another sigh escaped her lips as he hilted her, his thighs pressed up against her reddened and sore buttocks.  Goosebumps and a shiver traveled up her elegant, slender back as he pulled out and slowly, firmly thrust back into her.  She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes shining with tears.  "Master, master thank you for your respect and your tenderness.  Please take me firmly, thoroughly.  Caress my hips, my back and my body, kiss me even as I accept your penetration and offering.  I... I want this to work as well."  A tear trickled down her cheek as some hidden emotion surfaced in her mind.  "I've always been the bitch, the brittle, harsh bitch and as a slave it was all turned on me.  I... I want to make love to you and for you to make love to me, just us together tonight."