Well after that strange series of events I was in need of a break thus I hopped over to check in on my little Egyptian daughter Cleopatra or Cleo to me. So with a smile on my face I softly knock on her bedroom door. Now I’ve been given free reign throughout the palace by Cleo’s mother despite what the pharaoh thinks. He just knows not to cross my path again if he wishes to live out his full life.
The door lowly creeped open as a little twelve year old Cleopatra stood in her nightgown which really was a mesh like silk gown that one could partially see through. This forced me to smile and hold back my racing heart as I could see her cute little v****a. Something I hadn’t gotten much of in the last two years of my life.
“Uncle Vul-Tar!” exclaimed Cleo as she gave me
