<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2ngbqs6.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Amanda</span></strong></div></div><br/>Mistress looks at me for some reaction to Vajayjay’s assessment.  “I don’t know about her girl power or finances, but she is quick to her knees.  Our driver might start expecting blow jobs for any short drive now.  Oh, and she’s a model when she bends over to talk through into a car.  Quite.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/28r01mh.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dianne du Monde</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong>Dominatrix of the World<br/>Queen of Diamonds</strong></div></div></div><br/>I look at Vajajay whose eyes are downcast.  I get out of my seat and walk to her.  I caress her hair, lift her chin slightly and stick two fingers gently into her mouth.  I move them slowly three times only, then run the fingers along her neck.<br/><br/>I take her wrist, having her rise, then lead her to a sofa where I sit, bringing her to sit next to me.  I caress her hair again.  Giving her a look, “Is this true?  Amanda has described talent.  Actions speak louder than words often.  How much did you enjoy that?”<br/>