I’ve been trying to get through to you for a follow-up call for days, and nothing doing. Your secretary kept saying you were retired, wouldn’t see...anyone, she wouldn’t even tell me where you’d gone. I had to really work to find this private rest home.’ He sighed. ‘Threw my schedule to Gehenna and back.’ Then the smile returned. ‘So I’m here for a follow-up call, checking up on your wishes. I take it they went as planned?’ Leo looked at him, his expression something of a cross between shock,. “Good evening, Monsieur Dubois.” She said in breathy French as she stepped in and closed the door, looking at the man lying on the bed in the darkness. She gave a delighted smile to the shadowy figure. “Your Papillion has arrived.”“Lucky I didn’t bring along a killing jar, then.” A familiar voice said in Greek, before sitting up and clicking on the lamp, confirming the identity of the familiar man to whom it belonged. Troy Equals looked Contessa Helena de San Finzione in the eye. “There’s. . Tell daddy, sweetie..." Mmmmmm... it feels so soft, daddy... so nice... I feel... Ohhh.... it feels warmer... between my legs... on my... my..." Pussy, baby... Say it... Tell daddy how your little pussy feels..."Me, twitching and grinding myself onto his pubic bone, feeling the bulge in his boxers nestled against my ass, the speakers relaying his buddies' grunts and groans as they watched their friend toy with his little girl."My... my little pussy... it feels warm and throbby, daddy..."Not. "Mrs. Meyer, I know you're just looking out for my best interest, but Ithink I'll wait until I'm eighteen."Gloria knew I was right with my decision, but her disappointment showedon her face. She's a hard business woman and the possible discovery ofmy real sex could jeopardize a very nice income for her from my goodfortune. Yes I wanted to be a real girl, my hormone treatments provedthat, but I just wasn't ready to rid myself of the last bit of Mark thatI still clung to. After our conversation.