Chapter Three
Acceptance
November 2011
For my first visit to her home, I had expected Amrita to be wearing a traditional sari for some reason.
Instead, she was dressed in western clothes like myself. A clingy black top which highlighted her full and still firm breasts while tight jeans in dark denim drew attention to her generous thighs and plump arse. By no means a looker in the conventional sense, my boss and Indian lover with the mix of facial features that managed to combine the cruel and avian with a sense of the feline exuded sensuality.
And knew it.
She also knew my visit meant I would be accepting the proposal she had made to me some two months before and was fully on board with the changes she had in mind.
Changes that had been thought out carefully with not just me alone i
