<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Queen of Diamonds</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><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></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… after he leaves, I immediately go to the bathroom and wash my face … the cum has already started to harden and I need to get it off … then using the makeup remover from the night before, I cleans my face and even my lips … back out in the bedroom, the bed is made and there are boxes sitting on it … as I walk over, a fuzzy thought starts to frame … ‘what did I just do?’ … it has an imperative to it and I don’t try to shake it off as I open read the note sitting on the top box …</em></span></span><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>  </td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Be dressed and ready to meet your hostess by 6 o’clock.<br/>Everything you need is here.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… ‘what did I just do?’ … open the next box … my purse … open it … both phones but no makeup … so it was searched … turn on my phone … no signal … turn it off … no point in trying … ‘this is du Monde’s house!’ … ‘what did I just do?’ … oh, my brain is clear … memories from getting out of the car and having pictures taken by … dig the card out of the pocket in the robe … ‘Gilles Grieder, Photographer, Roissy, Switzerland’ … Gilles pronounced Seals? … guess so … yes, very clear memory of what I did … how much I enjoyed doing it too … but doing that here in du Monde’s house? … why would I do such a stupid thing? …<br/><br/>… the next box has sheer white blouse and sky blue mini … no undies … put Gilles’ card in my purse and take off the robe … into the bath … one foot on the toilet and remove that heavy glass plug from my bottom … then sit on the toilet just in case anything follows it … and try to unscrew the little ball on the end of the rod with the dangly bits hanging off my nipples … nope, nothing doing … may have to wait for tools … into the shower … wash my hair try to clean the gloss off my nipples and get most of it … the holes and rods through them make this difficult … feel very refreshed from the shower …<br/><br/>… ‘why did I just do all that?’ … well, when id it all begin? … dry my hair and try to figure the timeline for my overwhelming … overwhelming what? … passion? … sensuousness? … yeah, that … call it unbridled passion … passion totally beyond the control of my brain … it was evident when I tossed one off in the dark room after waking from my sleep … comb out the last and use the curling iron … so it began as I was getting ready for bed? … because I recall feeling a bit elated but not anxious when I knew I was apply lip plumper as I headed for bed … and playfully put some on my nipples and clit … so not the plumper, before … the makeup remover? … the tiny top and shorts? … I wasn’t feeling elated when I was left in the room … hearing the door lock felt like a bit depressing … so it had to have been from the makeup remover or the clothing or maybe the facial moistener … or something in those or on those or in the boxes … skin contact … had to be …<br/><br/>… and it intensified and carried on until when? …absently open the next box … my makeup kit from my roller … they better not have broken the TSA lock on my roller! … the last box has a pair of stilletto open toe sandals and underneath a something face down … pich that up and look at it … what the?  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://x.imagefapusercontent.com/u/camelotfakes/6520664/110867067/Katrina_Bowden.jpg)<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… taken earlier today! … that’s his stuff on my face … damn damn damn … and then it all dawns on me … it stopped with his cum … how in the heck? …<br/><br/>… has to be … something touched my skin last night here and when I ate his cum it stopped … he had touched me through my blouse and my chin and so been exposed to the same stuff maybe … so he had an antidote and I got that with his cum … so something with skin contact … nano? … why does that just make so much sense! … this smack of the Jameson’s … Johnna and James … she was somehow in cahoots with du Monde when I took the diamonds back to Vegas ajnd had to curtsy to her to get the paper to give back to the US Government who they’d stolen it from … Jameson nano … has to be …<br/><br/>… well I’m free now … don’t know if I can avoid other of their subtle crap … and this wasn’t a major head trip or hypnotic drug either … that would have triggered either Dr. Kyle’s training or Peter’s earlier hypnosis proofing … so this is all about the blackmail photographs Gilles took … got it! …<br/><br/>… glance at the clock … an hour plus to get dressed and apply makeup … get out the skirt and blouse … the blouse slips on with a short zip at the back of my neck and is tight … the skirt wraps and ties … the heels are a bit higher than I usually wear … my own makeup is a comfort as long as it hasn’t been tampered … doesn’t appear so but that means little … I use it sparingly as usual … night makeup but not for fluorescent light … even du Monde has some sort of class in her home … my room lights are mostly LEDs with incandescent lights over the sink and desk with the makeup mirror … get my makeup settled with a pale pink lip gloss … my lips still swollen with the plumper from earlier …<br/><br/>… as 6 o’clock approaches, I check my appearance in the mirror … other than the things in my nipples, this is the best it’s gonna get … need to not let on that the nano has been countered … du Monde may be expecting that it’s still fully effective …</em></span></span><br/>