Misc. Erotica Indian Wife in the Prison of Spring. By: aurelius1982 (Completed)

[Blue Bull]

Mansi had stopped crying by now and looked up.

"Your so called London bankers are insurance salesmen from Delhi. Here for a conference. They conned you and you got conned."

"I am so sorry, Reena aunty." Mansi said.

"Hmmm...anyway, it must be time for your daughter to return from college. Go home. I will take care of this. I will get the recording back. And I will make them fork up a more... reasonable amount. Not one lakh. But reasonable."

"How?"

"You leave that to me." Reena said. "All it takes is a couple of phone calls."

"Thank you so much, Reena aunty."

Mansi got up to leave.

"Mansi."

"Yes?"

"Two days later. Mr. Reddy."

"Yes, aunty."

"He has a couple of specific requests though. First, you need to be completely shaved down there. Second, you are to be completely naked when he comes into the hotel room."

"Okay aunty." Mansi blushed. Completely shaved? She had never done that before.

But then she had never done a lot of things before. Was she doing the right thing? Should she still get out of this mess? What if Amar found out. And that's when she again remembered that painting Drowning Girl.

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[RANA ROY]

Awesome....... please continue.