“Your towel is on the bed, sir,” I said. To my surprise, he stepped out from behind the door. He was naked. I averted my eyes as quickly a... I could, but not before I got a good look at a rather large cock nestled in a huge triangle of pubic hair. He wasn’t circumcised, and his balls were big and fat, as they dripped water onto the floor. “Can you bring me the towel?” he asked with a smile. My face was hot. I’m not virgin, and I like a naked male body as well. He had four older sisters who pretty much raised him in their mother’s absence as she was businesswoman who thought her child raising days were behind her. His sisters had no compunction in getting around the house partially clothed in his presence. They regularly turned up for breakfast dressed only in slip, bra, panties and hose. Their makeup would already be applied and they would eat their breakfast dressed only in lingerie. His sisters noticed his fascination with how they were dressed and. We rode in the back seat as one of the Father's driverschauffeured us to the hospital. The Father's affiliated doctor ranthrough the procedures with me and asked if I was certain. I could findno reason to differ with the Father so I told him to proceed.I awoke a different person from the one I was put to sleep as. SisterFrancine was gone when the bandages were finally removed. The Fatherrenamed me Sister Krishna. At first, I had difficulty reconciling theIndian woman starring back at me and. She was fluent in French, extraordinarily well versed in history, mathematics and English, and was as well-read as a person could be when most of the family library was twelve years out of date.I imagined that the people at Stanford would find her story a fascinating one, and that her exotic resume might help her to secure scholarship aid. We arranged for her to take the SATs, and (despite some areas where she was disadvantaged by her recent environment) she did remarkably well.Within a month's.