(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 and in the restaurant<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br/><br/>She walked proudly one step behind and to the left of Phillipe.  her face was composed and professional as her my recent blow job had never happened.  The only evidence of Ietje's discomfort was a certain wiggle and shimmy of her generous hips as the panties tormented her soft flesh. Even inactive they pressed against her.  Then the tingling started a soft buzzing against Iejte's clit and still swollen lips.  She could not quite stifle a moan and had to look momentarily look away.  God, if this was the lowest setting what would happen when he truly set it to fully stimulation?<br/><br/>Ietje stood behind him as he sat as befit a good servant or personal assistant.  It took effort but she kept her face impassive as he told the tale of how she came to be his slave.  A flush colored her cheeks as he spoke of her pony training and she counted down from 100 to keep her concentration as her body reacted with yearning at the memory of those two years of immersive, mind controlling training.<br/><br/>She did not flinch although my skin rippled as Phillipe touched the bare flesh at the bottom of her skirt.  She sighed imperceptibly as his touch filled her stomach with butterflies.  She would be punished severely tonight but for now at least she could pretend to be a free woman and imagine that his touch was a welcome caress of a lover freely given and received.