Chapter Seven
At Home
…The burger and salad he had concocted as his first effort from scratch was less than inspiring but, surprisingly, was at least decently presented with a fresh salad and the burger itself was cooked.
As I say: forward progress.
In fact, I was a whole lot more optimistic than I had been when Amrita had first suggested the possibility of my husband taking a more… lowly… role in regard of me. The images – mostly fuelled by my Indian boss and lover herself – of my husband as he waited upon me hand and foot and, more importantly, mouth to p***y were suggesting themselves to me with greater regularity and the prospect of treating him as if he were the servant Amrita intended him to be was just about the most exciting thing I had ever imagined. If, that is, he could be t
