Sexy Fun Times/Shemale/Work/Nanny

The agency you work for provides you with a uniform; underneath the plain short-sleeved polyester dress, you wear a sensible bra and panties and leave your legs bare. On your feet, you wear short white socks and trainers.

You've not been to this house before and after the bus drops you at the end of the street you walk along looking at all the big detached houses, each with a front drive and many with double garages. The house you're looking for is quite large, double fronted with four, maybe five bedrooms and an imposing front door. You ring the bell and a harassed looking woman practically drags you in. "Thank God you're here," she says, as she puts her coat on; "the children are in the kitchen eating breakfast or, more likely, spreading breakfast around." She stops and looks you up and down. "You're new," she says as if it's your fault. "I suppose I better introduce you."

She takes you through to the kitchen which is all stainless steel and shiny wood. Two children, a girl aged about five and a boy a year or two older, are sitting at a low table eating cereal; they are both in pyjamas and look as if they just got out of bed. The children look curiously at you and when you say good morning, the chorus "Good morning Miss".

"Laura and Tarquin, the woman says, waving in their general direction. She blows them a kiss; "bye darlings; be good for Nanny. Mummy will be home by teatime." With that, she is gone in a cloud of expensive perfume. You hear the garage door and then the throaty burble of a big engine starting up. As soon as it's out of earshot, the children push their bowls away and sit up. "Can we have some ice cream," Laura asks; "Mummy said we could if we ate all our cereal.

You help yourself from the coffee machine on the counter and sit down.