I will be down soon".He saidMy first thought was you get the paper but realized that this wasprobably a test and figured over time he would probably b...ck off thelittle woman routine, if I proved myself."Yes dear," I said trying not to sound too snarky.Getting up, I straightened my gown and started for the door, only to bestopped by his voice again, "You seem to have forgotten something haven'tyou?"Puzzled I looked in the mirror, flannel gown, my toes peeking out underthe hem, what? I. “Or out,” she agreed. “But we come and go as we please – as long as we have permission.”A small, heavily reinforced outpost was in front of them, almost obscured by the tall wall behind it. But the Secret Service would envy the firepower the two guards controlled from this small location.“Hello, Janey. Welcome home,” said the deceptively friendly guard. “Who’s your friend?”“Hello, Mr. Guard. This is Holly,” Janey made the introductions. “Holly, this my friend and protector, Mr. Guard.”“How do. I had thought that I had lost it at some point, but that didn't seem to be the case. She just shrugged."You had so many T-shirts that I wanted to borrow some of them the last time I visited you."The only problem was that it was quite obvious that she wasn't wearing anything under that T-shirt, and she looked very much like young Helen. I had always thought that she had been of almost centerfold quality. I retreated to the bathroom and had a quick, cold shower.Once I got out, the lights were. Just like I can't help liking my pussy young. Sure remember when you started to blossom, Betsy. I had it up for you all the time."He paused, shifting as he sat. There was a definite bulge at his crotch."Damn," he declared now, "I can still get it up for you! You'll always be daddy's little girl, Betsy honey." Th-this isn't happening," Betsy gulped to herself.He stood, bristling with macho strength, making it clear that he was neither drunk nor sick. Indeed, there seemed only one logical.