Part 4 continues here.
At about 5.30 pm (I had assumed Dad & Sushila had showered and napped a bit), I heard Dad's room door open and the sound of payals going towards kitchen. I came out of my room. Dad was sitting on sofa reading a magazine. He smiled at me and asked if I wanted tea. I said yes. He shouted to Sushila bai to make 2 cups of tea. He looked satisfied and fresh.
I asked him how often did he have sex with Sushila. He said, on average, he had at least one sexual encounter with her on a daily basis. Sometimes it was just a blowjob while he was in his office downstairs, while other times it was a quick fuck with Sushila bent over his desk or in her quarters adjoining his ground floor office.
He said it was great to have her body available to relieve stress at work and reduce tension. He told me that sessions like I had witnessed were rare. I asked him about the kamarbandh and if it was Mom's. He said he had bought it for Sushila specifically the previous week. Her birthday was coming up in a few days and he wanted to reward her for her 'services' over the years. I asked him if he paid her extra for sex. He said in addition to her monthly salary (her 'official' job was to clean our house, wash dishes & sweep his office and do laundry) of appx Rs. 1000 (this was in early 1990s), he paid her an annual 'bakshish' (bonus) of Rs. 12000 (one year's salary) and used to gift her trinkets of jewelry like the kamarbandh, bangles, nose ring, payals, saris, ear-rings and such. He had also setup an investment account for her early in their relationship (after she agreed to get her tubes tied) into which he contributed Rs. 15,000 a year and invested it himself. Over the 20+ year period he had been fucking her until then, this fund had grown to over Rs. 8 lacs. This sounded like despite his brutality with her, he had taken care of her financially at least.
As we were talking, Sushila came out carrying a tray with two cups of tea and some biscuits. She was now demurely dressed in a bright colored, traditional "kashta" sari. She had a small suitcase of stuff that she had brought up from her quarters to the flat in anticipation of spending time getting fucked by Dad for the weekend. She was wearing a blouse and apparently some of the jewelry that Dad had gifted her. Two gold chains hanging sexily above her cleavage (I got an eyeful when she bent down to pour tea for us). The kamarbandh, bangles, payals, nose ring and I noticed gold ear-rings as well. Her head was covered traditionally by her sari's pallu. Her hair appeared to be in a bun because I could not see it visible anywhere. She was looking fresh and clean. If someone had seen her then, they would never have guessed she was a low-class, maid-servant. She was smiling shyly, glancing at Dad from time to time as she poured the tea and served us biscuits.
Dad asked her "tunay khana khaya ki nahi abhi tak, ya sirf mera muth peekar khush hai?" (Did you eat any food yet or are you happy just feeding on my semen?)
I remembered that he had not given her the opportunity to eat her lunch that day because he wanted to sodomize her immediately after lunch.
