<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… inside, I check again with the cook … Mistress will dine tonight at 7 and I should dress to accompany her … a second place will be set should Mistress choose to offer it to me … other than that, I have several hours to myself … in the closet, I find a simple yet elegant dress and heels to wear to dinner … undewire bra … bikini panties … tempted to remove the nipple shields since they’ll show even through th ebra and dress … but no, not until I again don the ninja outfit to workout again in the morning or to do the job … I make sure the diamond is safe in its resting place in the corner of the closet I’ve made my own … and then spend an hour causally bathing and dressing … I’m outside the room where I expect Mistress is doing whatever she does at 5 minutes before 7 … at 7 by the chimes on the hall clock, I knock on the door … pause … open it slightly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mistress, dinner is served in the dining room.”</span></span>