She doesn’t look the same now as she did then. She’s had some very extensive plastic surgery done.’ ‘I knew those boobs were fake,’ Gloria m...ttered. ‘She’s right,’ said Ed, ‘She’s not sensitive to language.’ ‘Will you get on with it, Ed?’ said Harry impatiently. ‘Right,’ Ed continued, ‘Anyway, it wasn’t her boobs she had worked on. It was her face.’ ‘Her face?’ Gloria asked. ‘Haven’t you shown her the picture yet, Harry?’ Ed admonished. ‘I hadn’t quite got that far yet,’ Harry said. Kaite was a poor girl. she was working in a hotel as a servant. One day she was in the need of money. She once saw a public show performed by our community. She came to know that we will give money for a play. so she decided to perform a play. She met me and informed me about her needs. she said that she wants money and she will do any work i gives to her. That day night our community members have a night pub party. so i decided to take her to the pub party and surprise all the members. so i. As they continued talking he got behind her as Dianne was on the poolbar stool, he got closer to her and kept putting his hands on her shoulders and caressing and masaging her back, he then started talking in her ear. He was telling her how hot she was and that her husband was a lucky guy. About five minutes of this he sat on the pool barstool next to her, Dianne said as she sat on the pool barstool and said he kept rubbing her wet legs and caressing her inner thighs, he would keep getting. He was Turkish. His parents were from Alanya, South coast of Turkey. They moved down to London when Nick was born so they gave him a English first name but kept his surname Turkish. Nick and I kissed passionately letting our passions give in. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I felt his kiss able lips travel down my neck. He took off my top and bra and sucked on my left breast hungrily. His kisses were perfect but he didn't give me enough time to breathe. I didn't even feel he had.