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

Story by misfit446

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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 to her with her hand held out.

With very good English she said, “I’m Ivan Molotov, assistant to the Mr. Williams. How may I be of assistance?”

Annie shook the hand. “I need to see him, please.”

“I’m sorry, but he is not in town just now. But I should be able to help out. Follow me,” she said, spun and clacked on down the hallway.

“Er, I’ll watch your bags, ma’am,” the man behind the desk offered.

“Thank you,” Annie said and grabbed her briefcase that held her computer and followed down the hallway. Ivana opened her wellappointed office and ushered Annie inside, closing the door. Offering her a chair to sit, Ivana sat on the edge of her desk, folding her arms across her modest chest.

“So just what is your business here in Kiev?”

“I’m trying to see my daughter, well, soon to be daughter. I was contacted by the World Children Sanctuary here and they had a match to what I was looking for in a child.”

“World Children Sanctuary? Hmm, I have not heard of that organization. And it’s here? In Kiev?”

“They have homes all over the world but I was contacted by the group here.” Ivana walked behind her desk and began to type on her computer. Looking at the screen she frowned. “I have no listing of this World Children Sanctuary in the database.”

“I can’t help that. I was told . . . . “

“By whom?” Ivana asked.

Annie blinked. “I-I don’t have a name. Just the emails. Oh, and I have a video of the girl I want to adopt.”

“I find it difficult to believe a business woman such as yourself would not have all the information before coming all the way over here.”

Annie bit her tongue to stop from lashing out. Taking a deep breath she tried to smile. “I was excited about finding my child. It was very unbusinesslike, I know. But can you help me?”

“I wouldn’t know what to do. You have no name, no address, no phone number. Just what would you have me do Ms. Worthington?”

Annie wiped her hair back and shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe someone can drive me around?”

Ivana stood and smiled. “Kiev is a large city

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