After looking at Roopa, I was planning to fuck Roopa. And started to work on plan. Days passed by. Mean while it was towards the end of the April mont.... Dad has to go to a business tour and Mom and myself were alone. That night Baccha Singh again at night 1 am came to his house drunk and demanded sex from Roopa. This time Roopa was very adamant to not to give her pussy. I didn’t understand why.This got Baccha very angry and once again he tore her blouse and her milk cans came out. Roopa started. . I felt electrified. Some of these rules were simply to keep our relationship secret and safe ... yet there was no denying that some of those rules were for no other purpose than my pleasure.I drew a line at the bottom of the paper. I placed an X in front of it.I wanted her to sign the paper ... chip or no chip ... claims of undying servitude or not ... I wanted a physical manifestation of her willingness. I knew this document would in no way be legal. It was ... in the most simplest of ways. 'O' spoke in that smooth deep voice and reassured me to relax and said he's take it from here. 'O' let the weight of his cock rest on my ass as he held my cheeks together, rubbing the tip up and down my crack. I could feel it leaving trails of precum and saliva across my ass cheeks. He proceeded to handle it expertly, teasing and probing at me. I was feeling sexy and so pushed back and twerked as best as I could against him which I think he approved of. He pushed my knees together and pushed. "That was as stern as I'd ever heard her be with me and I could only smile because she was right, they'd been a major source of enjoyment to me as well, not to mention the income they'd provided, it would have been churlish to have abandoned them just because we had money.The next few days, we all stayed at our flat whilst mum made all the arrangements for Arnold's funeral and we began making plans to move down to the cottage.Mr. Patel and Joe were genuinely sad that we were leaving, we'd been.