<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8d28/7r9f7z676ptr3ee6g.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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I <em>rather</em> like how polite Tutu is.  But <em>I think</em> she seems susceptible to being convinced to relax, experience, enjoy.  At least that is my desire which is all that really matters.  <br/><br/>“<em>If it’s alright with me?</em>  . . .  I would prefer not, but . . . ” <br/><br/>As Vajayjay seduces, I look down at her, tossing her a brief kiss, “Three is definitely not a crowd.  Am I not right?” <br/><br/>I stroke the idolatress’s hair, “you decide my prized one.  Is it alright or perhaps would you think it best to seduce Tutu to stay?  What, what to do?—tell her as you wish Vajayjay.” <br/></span>