So, I noticed a hot bhabhi called Roopale. She looked very nice. (Of course, from the neck to toe). I did not have the opportunity to see her beautifu...l face.Well, it was fine with me. But then, I saw that I had to pay for some credits to have a chat with her in private. But I could chat with her for free as a guest. But she could not reply to each and every one of us. So, as a frustration to all the guys who were chatting with Roopale, I booked her for a private chat.But before that, I saw the. You know about the whole under the table terms of it. Slowly by their generous inquisitions, their new furniture began replacing ours. There was some remodeling done by their request and generously increasing rent. And then they suggested that we redue the attic and move up there, giving us each our own personal space of sorts. And ultimately, by the original contract which I’m near positive was forged, they are renting the rights to the room and therefore, have such to accept new occupants. First things first: ski mask, then the tinted goggles. Quick inventory - canvas bag, entrance key. Check. I strode towards the front door, looking purposeful and, I was sure, quite suspicious wearing a ski mask in this warm weather.I listened intently at the door. No sounds from behind it. Fumbled with the key, dropped it, swore, picked it up, slotted it into the lock. It wouldn't turn. I started to sweat as I cursed and jiggled the thing in the lock, seeing in my mind a neighbour glancing out. The body I had been imagining lying in the playing with herself in my bathtub was now on display in front of me again. When I realised this, I became harder still as she slowly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She glided toward the shower door. Normally, the embarrassment of being caught masturbating would have been enough to make me lose my erection. At least, I would have stopped stroking. Not this time. The situation was unfolding slowly, almost dreamlike, and I was.