"But this woman....I mean......she looks.....normal!" my mom said a bit mixed I turned to look at her "Of course she looks normal mom! What ...did you expect to see, a monster?" "No, no...I mean that she doesn't look like.....a model" "I told you mom. Ordinary people send their women's photos there. It is full of normal women, just like you. In fact this is the reason why I try to check it. I want to see if there is a woman that looks like you a bit. I don't care. Reena-are unke paas sona jaruri hai…Main dopaher mein unko khush rakhti hun.Vaise bhi mere bina unko neend nahin aati…Urvashi-yaar main to yahan boar ho jaungi..Kya tumhare sath nahin aa sakti?Reena-yaar…Bedroom mere sirf pati-patni hi sote hain..Urvashi-sote to hain..Kya aap din mein hi…Reena-yaar..Is kaam k liye kya din aur kya raat…Main chalti hun yaar…Wo jate hi mujhe chhodenge nahin…Tum yahan so jana..Nahin to thodi der baad aaker film dekh lena..Ok..Wo khadi hui aur jaldi si room mein. “Well, then you’ll miss a lot of funny stories, but okay,” Amanda replied. “It was decided – by exactly whom I’m not at liberty to say, but I can tell you she’s very short, incredibly cute, and funny beyond belief – that while Master’s harem was growing by leaps and bounds, the rest of you were ... staff-challenged, shall we say. So, in consultation with some other members of the submissive population, it was agreed we would rectify that somewhat. ‘Rectify’ ... a word that’s not nearly as fun. I was used to snapping photos of not only brides and bridesmaids, but models, male and female, in many stages of undress. What was not normal is that this pretty, shapely bride and I had an immoral sexual history and I was reminiscing as I took pictures.Just like most brides I took photos of Shelby was conscience of the camera for the first few minutes but gradually accepted my presence and started to ignore me which is the best way to get a more natural look in the pictures. As I moved around.