<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Courtesan Vajayjay</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Her Mistress’ Mule<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">  aka Jaclyn Rosendahl  </span><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">When: Second day with Mistress du Monde<br/>Where: In a Towne Car between Mistress home in Roissy, Switzerland outside of Zurich for the Zurich train station.<br/>With: Mistress and the driver</span></span><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://files.catbox.moe/bmtihk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… an outfit that would please her …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Does Mistress like corsets? Would Mistress like to lace me into a boned corset while I stretched for the lacing bar on tiptoes? Black with lace? Would that please you? With garters and stockings and some impossible platforms and the tiniest of black panties?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… what else? … the taxi is slowing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “There’s always Lycra, Mistress. I’ve never worn Lycra, but I would for you Mistress.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">We stop at the train station and hand over our luggage to a porter who leads us inside. He bypasses a line at he ticket window an knocks on a door, where we’re greeted first with an appraising eye and then excellent English.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Good evening Ladies. Where might you be off to this fine evening. Rome? Or Paris or Berlin? Or perhaps east to Vienna?</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he seats us in his very nice office in leather chairs … I glance at Mistress … turn back to the fellow …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Your best private accommodations for two to Bucharest via Vienna. With disembarking and reboarding privileges in Vienna and Budapest.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and we leave his office clutching two tickets … and never having to offer our names though he took my Chase card without flinching so they at least know who I am  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “An hour until boarding, Mistress. There’s an elite club ahead that I noticed, where my card has admission for us if you wish. Or we can sit near the platform with the rest of the passengers.”</span></span><br/>