LADY ANASTASIA WORTHINGTON'S REQUEST (futa, mast, slow/story set up)

I'm trying to get back but work, life and whatever is a major interruption. Oh well. Here is what I got.

LADY ANASTASIA WORTHINGTON’S REQUEST

With a sigh Annie, as she was known amongst her friends and business partners, blinked at the computer screen. She had received another email from WORLD CHILDREN SANCTUARY, the group she was working with to help find her a child.

Though she hadn’t thought it through totally, she felt a girl would be best. Being the only child of now deceased parents, her only experience was with women, usually. Sure, she loved her ‘papa’ but her day to day living was with other women; her mother, her aunts, her tutor and sitter and the maids. She only dealt with her father at meals and bedtime, which consisted of a stern warning about keeping up her grades and a chaste kiss on her forehead.

Annie also knew she was raised in wealth. It was practically drummed into her stubborn head that she was the daughter of LORD WILLIAM WORTHINGTON and her mother, Willie (WILHELMINA) Monson. Her mother was an American heiress and divorcee who married a twice divorced Lord, from England. GASP!

And the product of this joining was little Annie. But she was not a normal bundle of joy. She was born a hermaphrodite. She had a jutting little dick with round acorns for balls and hidden underneath was her immature vagina.

At first, the prestigious St. Paul Hospital, a very exclusive private English hospital for the rich and famous, didn’t know what to do, how to classify the baby. But her mother, languid eyes blinking and cooing over her suckling child decided. “We will call her Anastasia.”

That done, the records showed the birth was female. Much celebration was had with the first birth of the only heir of the Worthington fortune, not to mention the Monson one as well.

So little Annie was doted on with over indulgence to the point of the later five year old would yell at her helpers, calling them names if they didn’t do something she asked. Known as a common ‘RICH BRAT’ the help seemed to have a heavier turn over than usual for something as refined and delicate as working for a Lord and Lady of the British Realm, not to mention the excellent salary and benefits.

Though born and bred in merry old England, she also was a citizen of the good ole US of A. And after her grueling education, she decided to settle there, having a very expensive apartment bought for her in Manhattan after graduation. Her first job was as a mid level business administrator at one of her father’s companies.

Annie wasn’t stupid when it came to the bottom line. Even having graduated and then at twenty two, earning seventy five a year American, she thought she was on top of the world.

Work could be brutal, some weeks hitting eighty hours but Annie was happy, or so she thought. While taking a shower late on a Friday, she cried under the rush of the warm water. Sh