Growing up in India, the maid in our house had hair like that and often left it tied in an untidy bun or even a half open bun. No wonder my dad was railing her regularly. I saw her stumbling out of his bedroom many times, barely able to walk, just in a torn open blouse and petticoat, her saree barely covering her battered body. But most sexily trying to tie up her thick long black hair into a bun.

On other occasions, when she cleaned around the house, her bun often came halfway open. I watched Dad watching her with lust in his eyes and sighing with desire seeing her hair coming undone. On more than one occasion, I saw him get up from the sofa, walking up to where she was standing and just grabbing her by her hair and dragging her into his bedroom.

Such fond memories!