<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i0.wp.com/style.pk/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/yasmeen-ghauri-biography-and-photos-18.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>What happens is scarcely believable, or would be without Warcaofs. My hot sexy boss/benefactor slinks off at a word and a fairly coarse nickname, returns having tarted herself up and then slowly strips... completely. That settles whether or not she is controlled somehow, as I've spent ages trying to get through the outer poise. I'm not sure she even blushes at the slutty behaviour she's displaying. It's a little unsettling and doesn't seem very sexy to me. So du Monde is just a wannabe Bond villain - a superrich, mindmelting nutjob.<br/><br/>"..."<br/><br/>I have nothing that makes much sense to say. Bonded they said. One thing I am sure of is that taking advantage of someone who isn't fully aware is not my thing, so what to do? I only have two associates here.<br/><br/>Mousy secretary mode, mousy secretary.<br/><br/>"Um, Miss du Monde? This feels like Miss Jaclyn should, er, bond with you in private. Is there somewhere I can, er, wait elsewhere? Er, if you don't mind, that is."