<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Someone’s tongue and associated parts has proven she is yet more skilled than last time we had fun.  <br/><br/>“Let’s do this.  You call to let everyone know you’ll return to them oh, I don’t know, . . . let’s say in two days.” I place my finger on her lips, for her to just listen.  “That will be a trick on them.  Being playful.” <br/><br/>“The Orient Express?  Yes, of course.”  I take Vajayjay’s hands and lightly clap them together.  <br/><br/>“Sooo. . . I want you to gather a new wardrobe.  All different sorts of things.  Elegant, slutty, professional woman.  We’re going on our trip and we’ll make you the undercover agent for . . . for my business.” <br/><br/>I tap her nose, “Yes, . . . and I definitely will want you to be under cover too.” <br/></span>