<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>  We’re in turnaround.  I was beginning to worry that our Queen would be very displeased.  With us.  We had been told to retrieve Vajayjay—do anything we’d like to her, anything that didn’t interfere with her prettiness, but bring her back like yesterday.  <br/><br/>(Smile).  She’s in our clutches.  We have a room that’s a short walk to Mistress’s.    <br/><br/>Now that we’ve followed her path it’s clear that the Warcaofs were majorly involved.    Never more than a step ahead of us, sometimes a half step, but not now.<br/><br/>Danai has been doing sexy cute as we wait for Vajayjay to appreciate, understand her situation: she needs us for everything now.  It’s doubtful she could even find a faucet to turn a sink on.  <em>Pwease help, pwease.  Me need help.</em>  (Giggle).  <br/><br/>I shake my head laughing at Danai’s <em>who am I now?</em>  Danai walks, bumping into things, stopping and angling her head to try to get oriented.  I look at the true Vajayjay and say to Danai: “You’re Vajayjay.”  She wobbles, bumps into a door and ‘accidentally’ falls into bed with me.<br/> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Danai:</em>  I do my future of Vajayjay thing.  The contacts, placed, can’t be removed which means constant disorientation.  Try as hard as one might it’s just impossible to do anything without help.  I wander and bump into everything, <em>“Oopsy!  Oopsy!  Excuse me.  Miss?  Sir?  I’m looking to escape.”</em> <br/><br/>I plop into bed, running my hands along Manda’s body.  “My other senses are so much to the front.  That’s what they say, right?”  Manda pinches me.  M-kay it’s time to play with Vajayjay.<br/><br/>I roll out of bed and stand before Vajajay who is tied in a chair.  No blindfold—we want her to understand she has sight that is no help, a hindrance even.  I remove the ball gag and untie her.<br/><br/><strong>“Stand bitch!”</strong>  As she contemplates that, I continue: “Courtesy of your best friends, we’ve rescued you from that cab, and placed lenses in your eyes.” <br/><br/>“You’re probably thinking, need those out, no likey, hard to function.”  I giggle, “’cept a teensy problem that.  They come out, permanent loss of sight.” <br/><br/>“Since we’re friends we thought what would be nice.” <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em>  I get out of bed and walk toward our captive.  It has to be wobble city for her as she watches me approach, impossible to be sure of the image—me!  “We decided we’d give you 20 minutes of free play.  You do whatever you like.  Escape even, if you can.” <br/><br/>“After that, if you agree that we’re your bestest friends, and beg us to help, we’ll help in our way.” <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Danai:</em>  “And we do mean beg.” <br/></span></span></span></span>