It was approximately 1pm when we heard the payal-laden footsteps of women. Dadaji, ram & I were in the living room now. We were on our 3rd or 4th beers and quite happy. Shanta was going back and forth laying the table and cooking in the kitchen. On her initial trip near us, I had mentioned how Dadaji had opened her hair bun and pressed her tits shamelessly. Each time he summoned her to bring us something he fondled her and took off an item of her clothing. This time when she came by with additional beers, her hair was tied up in a half open bun and her sari was missing totally. She was just in a blouse and panties. Her very pregnant stomach was protruding out. But she never ever protested or tried to disobey or resist Dadaji. I suppose over the years he had trained her into complete submissiveness and obedience.