My mom was a shy woman. She wore a shalwar kamiz that night and it was pretty decent. Still I could see one of the black. Police man laid his eyes on ...her. I could see it. But I didn’t do anything as I was scared myself. My mom was wearing a sort of dupatta on her head. I was able to see the lust in those ugly police men for my beautiful mom. They asked for money, but mom said she doesn’t have enough cash at home. That angered the men even more.My mom was hopeless, they started abusing my Mom. Nothing Ihad signed or read referred to any operation. I could at least lookforward to this Bangkok trip. I had spent days getting costumes fittedand tried out different hairstyles. I loved the hours I spent in thebeauty parlor being pampered and made to feel beautiful. Karl was wonderful as my escort. He opened doors for me and stood upbefore I sat down. He was the perfect gentleman. He always offered hisarm to me as we entered a room. I liked being treated like a lady. Thetrip over. "Have a seat, Eve, and I'll make us some coffee. Then we can talk about all this." Can I borrow your bathroom? I'm afraid I look a mess and I want to fix my face!"Now, I have known Eve Parker for almost ten years, and not once can I remember her looking anything less than spectacular. But to give her a moment, I pointed down the hall. "Sure, it's the second door to the left."By the time she came back from the bathroom, I had our coffee made and was sitting in the living room on the sofa. She. I relaxed on the sofa sipping a soft drink. When Peggy came back I choked and spat out the soda that was half way down my throat. She had changed from her less than sexy nightgown and robe into an almost transparent baby-doll. I happened to notice mostly by accident her panties had a split between her legs and I was looking at her newly shaved sex. The top of her baby-doll was soaking wet and I knew it was her excess milk."Time to do you nightly duty," she cooed, her voice sounding sexier than.