<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>The plates are removed.  I sit with my coffee.  It is time to unfold my plan for Vajayjay: “There is a certain jewelry store in the tourist section that has set a diamond in an engagement ring.  The ring is wrong for the diamond, but it is the diamond that I want.”   I look to see if my prize is enthused.<br/><br/>“Amanda and you will go.  Two girls, just engaged.  She will want you to try the ring.  Try the ring.  Amanda says no, slips it off, palms it and hands a fake to the jeweler.  You’re the distraction.  Do what’s necessary.  It may be to just show off your nipples through your blouse.  Those are a sexy picture.”<br/><br/>A few sips as I let that sink in.  “As much as I don’t want you to get used to it, wear panties—Amanda will slip the ring there for you and she to walk out.”<br/><br/>“Now, if you’re a particularly good girl, you can survey the store and determine how we make all their diamonds ours.  That would take another visit of a less genteel nature.”<br/><br/>“You are a charmed ‘mule’.  This should prove it.”<br/><br/>“And if it does, when we do both, then there’s a rather large shipment of diamonds which I will have you ‘mule’ to final destination.”<br/><br/>“When you come back from the jewelers, I shall give you and Amanda a diamond each.  What do you think?”<br/>