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obediently serve her and her husband and baby. Besides, she knew I was sort of a sissy anyway, so why should she be modest around me?

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, somewhat red-faced at seeing so much of my mistress' perfect body. Missy suddenly spit messy baby food out on her bib and splashed mashed carrots all over my rubber apron, causing Cindy to laugh out loud. "Try to be good for your Nanny now, Precious," Cindy said to her baby with a sweet smile. Missy laughed, sensing her pretty mother wasn't mad at her at all.

Cindy told me she was happy I'd agreed to try to be Missy's Nanny. Although she loved Missy dearly, she didn't really have the personality to deal with some of motherhood's messier duties.

"You certainly have a big job taking care of Missy for us. Always having to change her diapers and feeding her that horrible, runny baby food. And she always spits up all over you, too!" Cindy said as I was putting Missy down for her nap.

True to form, the baby had spit up all over my shoulder and I had to go change into a fresh uniform.

Cindy followed me into my room as I changed, thanking me again for being her baby's Nanny.

"You don't know how glad I am that we're rich enough to have you, Cissie," she went on. "At three o'clock in the morning I want to be asleep, not up dealing with a crying baby and wet diapers! And it must just ruin your sex life, too, if you don't have help.”

"Well, I wouldn't know about that, Ma'am," I said with a touch of sarcasm. Cindy tilted her head and shot back an equally sarcastic smile and turned to go to her room. Her pretty black chemise looked delicious as it swirled against her amazing body.

JUST AFTER DINNER MISS CHRISTIE CAME BY TO HAVE ME HELP HER dress for her date. As I began to unfold her clothes and got ready to dress the girl, Miss Christie instructed me on how to wash out her underthings and swimsuits.

"Be careful with my black bikini, Cissie. It's new and it might run, so be sure you do it separately. And I'd like my satin tap pants touched up with a cool iron, Cissie they seem to wrinkle a bit across the rear if you don't," Christie

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instructed me as she stood boldly dressed in nothing more than

a pretty satin bra and panty in fashionable Navy.

"Yes, Miss," I answered. It was strange, but it felt nice to use the "Miss" form of address again.

As I dressed Miss Christie in a striking outfit that would likely stun her young beau, Christie was quite relaxed and calm it was as if she'd been dressed by personal servants all her life. Why were all the girls I met so immediately used to being waited on?

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"I'll drop by tomorrow night to get my things, Cissie. Mrs. Smythe told me I can have you do my hand-wash things for me from now on, since I baby-sit little Missy so often. I'll bring you a basket once a week, I guess," Christie announced. I dressed Miss Christie in a short camel skirt and silky Navy blouse over her bra and panties. A lacy garter belt held up her sheer Navy stockings.

"I think I have a hot date tonight, Cissie! I'll let you know tomorrow what he thinks of the outfit," the girl told me as I knelt on the floor to slip sexy Navy patent pumps on her stockinged feet.

"Guys always go nuts over garter belts, Cissie. They're nice I guess," Christie said as she lifted her short skirt and glanced down at her gartered stocking tops, "but I don't know why it makes them go so crazy!”

As Christie sprayed on some sweet perfume and prepared to leave, she giggled and told me to "have fun" rinsing out her undies for her.

"And be sure you iron all my tap pants, or I'll tell Mrs. Smythe you've been naughty," she added like some spoiled sorority girl.

I was a little ashamed at being teased by the young woman, but I couldn't do much about it in my position. Besides, the comments were ultimately pretty harmless, said more in fun than with any true malice.

EARLY THE NEXT EVENING, MISS CHRISTIE CAME TO COLLECT HER things. I had folded them and stacked them in the laundry room for her to pick up. Miss Christie inspected her underthings and swimsuits carefully while I stood by, however, just to be sure I had done a good job.

"Well, Cissie, it looks like you really know how to rinse out a girl's panties and things. I guess that's because you