" Oh. Sure. Of course."Brandon ignored the tears that welled up in Lonnie's eyes as he gathered up his bags. He watched the boy scoop up the blankets ...rom the mattress and dump them into the garbage bag he was holding, along with a flashlight and some other things laying by the makeshift bed. Brandon ignored the voice in his head that was telling him that it was wrong to just throw the poor boy onto the street like yesterday's garbage.Brandon told himself that this wasn't a boy; he was a man.. She was much younger, early 30's at most,and more beautiful than the other Sisters. The ugly black dress she wore didn't do her petite frame any justice I noticed. "Uhhhhh, I apologize Sister! This uh... well, it's like this... Ummm, well, you see..." I stammered. "I just need a ha... I-I-I mean... I'm sorry Sister, I need help." The young Sister, upon surveying more than just my unenviable situation, offered to do just that... give me a hand. We both had a laugh at her poor choice of words. I. The bandages eventually did come off. I studied my breasts in the mirrorfor a week. They were beautiful. The nose job and my eyes looking widerthan ordinary took a back seat. My plumped-up lips and new breasts werewhat grabbed and held my attention. My breasts were beautiful. I don'tknow what my roommates paid, but my breasts were beautiful.After four days, I started to appreciate my new nose. It looked so cute.I'm not sure, but I believe my roommates paid for cheek implants. Stayingin. I'm quivering in my response to him...yes Daddy. Sir answers THAT'S A GOOD LIL BITCH. Daddy ask his little girl if she's ready to be a naughty slut and I answer yes I am Daddy. I hear a knock at the door and I hear several voices introducing others to MY DOM and when the door finally closes, I hear nothing but silence. My mind and heart are racing, my pussy juice running down my legs and I'm praying MY DOM doesn't notice it . I'm not sure of how many men are in the room but I hear one of them.