The moment we stepped out, the rain went apeshit on us making the umbrella we were carrying a frivolous accessory.By the time we reached her apartment... we were completely drenched to the bone. The clothes were sticking to our bodies. I could make out the contours of her body which were impressive. There were no lights in the building. The only light was from the emergency light in the lobby of the building.She informed me that she stayed on the fourth floor. As it was an old construction, there. Just have a lot in my mind, that's all," Charles responded in a 'can-you-leave-me-alone' kind of tone."Well honey if something is bothering you, you know you can come and talk to me!!" Sara said to him.Charles kept on working, not even looking towards his mom's direction. Sara left him, deciding that he wanted to be alone right now.For Charles, as long as he kept working, he felt that he was doing something worthwhile. Working did something for his damaged ego. He felt like a soldier who kept. No problem sir. When you grant me permission I will go.”What the fuck man, what better luck to have a great fuck! I told her – Ok you come to the bedroom.” She replied – “The oil will spoil the bed and madam will not like it.” Then she brought 2 towels and kept them on the floor and said, “Sir you change and lie down will bring hot oil.”I said, “Ok and went to change.” She locked the main door and went to the kitchen to get hot oil. Till the time I came back, she had pulled all the curtains,. We even joked about how much trouble she would be when she hit her teens. Her dad predicted before that she would end up as a pole dancer. As it turned out he was not that far wrong. Alongside her day job in hospitality & banqueting she worked as a "glamour model". Now that term in the UK has two distinct meanings it's first is topless and nude modelling such as appears daily in two or more tabloid newspapers. Their upper - strata models generally become B list show biz personalities and.