." he said.“It’s okay, but my face...” I said.“The doctor didn’t bat an eyelash. He saw your records and he just announced that you’d be a...lot better looking after the procedures. It’s a question of how much better, but a lot better were his exact words,” said Owen.“Thank God!” I said. “And Lana is going to be good afterwards too?” I said.“Yes. And her procedures will be here in the States not Germany. At Johns Hopkins actually. It turns out that her particular situation was a matter of timing.. Mom and Brooke made breakfast. Everyone ended up in the family room together, listlessly watching TV. Adrienne wanted to be somewhere out in the open, surrounded by her new family. I wanted to stay with her. And Emma wanted to stay with me.Eden wanted to stay with Emma. Brooke wanted to be around all of us. And Mom and Dad just wanted to watch over us all.Sometime around 10am, the doorbell rang. Dad picked himself up off the loveseat and went to answer it, standing up straight and asking, "What. Her vision was shut out. All there was again the cock in her mouth, the noise around and the continuous rain of come on her.And again, and again. Her mouth ached, her corseted tummy began to fill full, her wig heavy. Henrietta's neck ached, her feet hurt. But over and over again, knowing that he was being watched by Mistress Chantel, trying to be good. Trying, trying...And repetition faded the time, and the noise, and the time. And to Henrietta, once Henry, now slut, he found that he was. Whether it was because of my looks or because of my money I don’t know.And honestly, I don’t care. Anyway, this story takes place when I was in Goa. I had gone to Goa to chill out after my exams. It was a solo trip because I felt constricted by the city and I wanted some alone time. I had booked a room in a posh resort in Goa and I was chilling around by the pool. That was when I saw her.There she was in a white Kurti and black tight leggings. She was a bit short and chubby but that made her.