<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em>  I look at Danai and giggle when Vajayjay asks to be taken to our mistress.  “I think I heard that correctly Danai.  Princess-in-waiting has asked to be taken to Mistress du Monde and did she not say please?” <br/><br/>This is so rich!  “But it wasn’t a begging please, an ‘I’m at your mercy, please’.  It didn’t’ even sound like a true request.  More of a command.”<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> Vajayjay has not stood as instructed.  Bad, bad girl!   Manda starts with a slight tease.  “She did say she had a message Mandy.”  I walk over to the table and pick up the key fob, placing that in Vajayjay’s hand.  I take it back and wave it in front of her face, then put it back in her hand.  “Take the car.  It’s downstairs.  Short distance.  Oh, but you can’t find the car, start the car, drive the car straight or even use a GPS.” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> “Seems like Vajayjay needs to be nicer or just adjust to the lenses.  I’m thinking she could find the car, with big hints, in oh, a day’s time?” <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> “If you want to beg for something bitch, stand!” <br/></span>