I wasn’t sure I was going to ever fall asleep last night. Paris was calling my name. Thankfully Michael called me last night. He said it was because he wanted to hear my sexy voice, but I think he just misses me. The train is finally pulling into the station, and Paris is inches away. I’m ready to explore the city a little, eat something rich and decadent, drink wine with lunch, and whatever else tourists do. And of travesti istanbul course, I want to get ready for a very special date tonight. Michael promised to Skype with me tonight, at least that’s what he said last night. “I miss your face, you beautiful girl. And that pussy. Mmm, and the sound you make when you come.” If that’s not enough to get a girl excited, I’m not sure what is. One cab ride later, istanbul travestileri and here I am at my hotel for the next four nights; Hotel Tiquetonne. After unpacking and getting settled in, I plan to walk this gorgeous neighborhood. What’s that noise? My Skype notification is going off like crazy. What time is it? Oh goodness! Is it 6:00 p.m. already? Michael said he’d call early because he istanbul travesti has an afternoon meeting and then a reception to go to. Somehow I forgot. I settle back on the bed before accepting the call. “Hey baby!” “There’s my beautiful girl! How was the trip to Paris?” “I’m sure it was fast, but I wanted to be here so bad, it felt like forever.” “Such an impatient girl.” I giggle. I can’t help it. He does that to me. “Well, sweetheart, I don’t have much time between my meetings, and my assistant is keeping everyone away so I can talk to you. You know what I want. Let me see your sweet curves and juicy pussy. Go on. Strip for me.” He’s not in the room with me, but I blush.