LADY ANASTASIA WORTHINGTON'S REQUEST 2 (futa, slow/story set up again)

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LADY ANASTASIA WORTHINGTON’S REQUEST 2

Getting off work was easy, but the flight was brutal. Several stop overs in very unfriendly places. Finally the jet bounced about the runway, breaks shreaking and the plane was at the gate. The baggage claim was primative but she got her two bags. Turning she found many drivers waiting for visitors. She actually found a sign written in English and laughed. Though her name was spelled wrong it WAS her name. Dragging her bags up to the thin man she smiled. “I am Anne Worthington.”

“Da, Da. OK,” the man said, indicating for her to follow. She dragged her bags behind her as she left the building.

Annie had already been taking her pills for a week and began to feel hot flashes about her body. One thing she noted was that she hadn’t had an erection after her shower, the first day.

Not that that was a problem. She had ignored her cock for so many years she assumed she would have a wet dream and not worry about it. The pills seemed to be working as she felt heat about her nonexistent breasts and nipples. ‘Maybe this will work,’ she thought walking towards the black limo.

The man opened the long trunk and tossed her bags easily into the deep recess. “Where to?” he mumbled.

“Um, I’m supposed to meet my daughter. WCS.”

The skinny man shrugged.

“Adoption. WCS.. World Child Sanctuary.”

Again the skinny man shrugged.

“American Consulate”

“Ah! DA. Get in.” The man ran to the driver’s door. Annie opened her own door and sat, shaking her head. The long car sped out of the terminal.

After a long drive she arrived in at a stately building and got her bags. She strode to the entrance, meeting two Marines.

“I am here to meet the Ambassador of the US.”

“You’re in the wrong city ma’am. You need to go to Moscow,” one armed man stated.

“Well, what is this place?”

“A sub consulate.”

“Then I need to see the sub whatever that is here. I’m trying to get to see my future adopted daughter,” Annie explained.

“Oh, okay,” the other military guy mumbled. “Sargeant Fredricks will help you then.”

“Thank you.” She wheeled her baggage through the doorway and into the building.

At the reception desk a large U.S. flag hung behind it. Another military man stood as Annie approached.

“May hi help you ma'am?”

“Yes, I’m an American citizen and am trying to get to the World Children Sanctuary. I have business with them.”

“Yes ma’am. Let me get someone to help you.” He made a quick call and hung up. “The Deputy assistant to Mr. Williams will assist you.”

Annie sighed and waited, sitting in an ornate settee. Several minutes later Annie heard the hard clack clack clack of heels coming down the marbled hallway. Standing up she was surprised to see a young, petite yet attractive woman come up t