(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/><strong>Collar Setting:</strong>2<br/><br/>Ietje strove to maintain her proper, businesslike attitude even as Phillipe caressed and tormented her with the vibrator buried in her pussy.  Despite herself she found his constant attention reassuring and she had to bite her lip several times to fight both the pleasure of her sex and the constant urge to surrender to him and to her bondage both emotionally and physically.  That she was in for a long, inventive and torturous session of punishment made her squirm inwardly.  She glanced gratefully at Phillipe as he allowed her to order.  Ietje knew better than to order a heavy dish for Phillipe rigorously controlled her diet and figure.  As well, she had no desire to fill her belly with a rich meal and then be tormented, fucked and used.  Better to be light and easy while being taken by her master.  She ordered a garden salad with vinegar and a bit of oil as well as a sliced boiled egg.<br/><br/>At the mention of children, Ietje choked and she stared at Phillipe with a mixture of horror and surprise before she recovered and dropped her eyes to her meal.  A child?  His child?  She had sworn never to ruin her figure with the swell of some stupid man's brat and here this man intended to knock her up.  Gods what arrogance!  Yet she knew that he controlled her contraception, indeed he could stuff her full of fertility drugs and fuck a platoon of bastards into her if he wanted.  She struggled to keep her face composed as she contemplated losing the last bit of sovereignty over her body.<br/><br/>Yet, she did not have long to brood for the sudden intensity of the panties shocked her out of her introspection.  So lost was she that Ietje gasped again even louder and gripped the edge of the table as her legs crossed in urgent need to prevent an immediate orgasm.  Looking across the table at the other slave she knew that both of them had been juiced.  And juiced as the word for Ietje felt her slut-trained body react with a deep flowering of her pussy and a scarlet rose of blush spreading up her chest to fill her face with a humiliating reaction.<br/>