I congratulated him and we started chatting. Then after a couple of minutes his wife Meera came out, wearing a beautiful red saree with three coffee c...ps. She had dull complexion but was very pretty. She would be around 5.6 in height and had a slim and fit figure. The main attraction of her body was her face. She had a Ditto face like actress Kajal Aggarwal. //Nikhil introduced me to Meera and she smilingly said hello to me. I too praised her and we three started chatting. She was very. "All done layering, honey," said Monica, adjusting his face's anglenow. "Chin up while I roll up the back a bit while they work on yourface, ok? It's time to get your party face on!"He could hear the squeaking and tugging from behind his shoulders whileeyelash after eyelash was added to his. This seemed to be takingforever as they curled and coated them multiple times before thepalette of colors brushed across his lids and cheeks.It was a good forty five minutes until he looked up,. But a young, beautiful, fat woman is another story. She was more on the plump side. But it complimented her cute face. “Professor Ella.” She looked at me and gave me a nice simple smile. “I’ve been giving you lectures for almost three weeks and you forgot my name.” She said while taking a seat next to me. I couldn’t do anything but blush at my own embarrassment. She looked so familiar like I’ve met her before. Maybe it was because of the women I’ve met these last few days that I had mix her up. Then he and his mate were given papers to sign verifying that all of their clothes and belongings had been put into the regulation box for each new intake client – the papers were put into the boxes and they were sealed, and the two men were surprisingly gently led off out of the hall into a corridor running back into the building.The London-Bamiji staff were open-mouthed and appalled at what they had just seen. They had no idea that this sort of thing was routine procedure in the city; neither.