I again turned to him and asked what his magnificent plan was, but this time he answered. “One thing you must remember is that this was all for you ...on,” he began as I scoffed at the notion. He began to explain everything that had happened in the past and how he discovered that he was next in line around the same age that I did. He and his sister had been very close and wanted to fulfill the family legacy, but they were torn apart. I still have no idea what happened to my Aunt or why my. I’m going as a blonde. In what all of you would call ‘normal’ clothes and normal makeup.”“What?! Why?” I asked.“Because as your nanny, I think there will be times when I need to take the kids places and don’t want to cause a stir.”“But it’s not you! And none of us is going to give a damn about it.”“Not me? You don’t think I’ve changed? You don’t think living here has had an influence on me?”“I’m sure it has, but you changing like that doesn’t strike me as a good thing, necessarily.”“I’m not the. It didn't matter that my mind knew this was humiliating and painful, my cunt betrayed my masochistic submission. I spread my legs to allow him deeper access as well as lessen the tension on my asshole. He began fucking my ass with the crude glass phallus. I tried to relax, knowing resistant muscles would be worse off for the abuse. He continued spanking me with his free hand and despite my discomfort, I was moaning and grinding like a bitch in heat. He didn't allow me to cum, but kept me on the. Miss Trant must've had a hard day or something, because she sort of explodes."Fate!" she says. "Fate! You incredible dope! Did it ever occur to you that it wasn't fate? I made you. I made you. You are my creation."Gina doesn't get it, so Miss Trant calls me into the cubicle and tells me to tell. Tell what? I ask. Tell everything, she says. So I tell what I know about it, just like this here. Pretty soon Gina is crying and sobbing and when I finish she looks at Miss Trant and asks, "Why?"Miss.