I shrugged it off and told myself to stop trippin. I got to the door and was ready to let her know I was complete. “Ma’am” I called out for her....Shit I thought, well maybe she was fully clothed now. I know it had been several minutes since she scared the living daylights out of me. The doors to the bath room where still closed. I walked over and lightly knocked“Ma’am?”“Whoa!!! What is this ma’am stuff please call me Roxy” she said sounding appalled on the other side of the door. (I knew Roxy. And also tell me if you will do shoot then who is going to be the photographer?” in a motherly tone.I had no answer to this and she was completely right. Neither I had looks and nor we had a spare photographer. It was better to take photos at home than in a studio in front of all those people.Anu didi, “Don’t worry he is working for free, and don’t be so jealous the entire share is yours.” By saying this she took my hand and kept it on her breast slowly pressing it from above. I looked at my. She likes me a lot and always holds my hand or puts her arm around me whenever we meet. She has the habit of hugging me tight when we meet, this make her breasts crush against mine. I always felt uncomfortable but always thought she was doing it unknowingly. So when I went to sleep that night, and I always sleep on my stomach, I was waken up in the middle of the night with a sound of someone weeping. I got scared and did not have the courage to turn to see who it was. Suddenly I felt someone. . I would unlock the front door and be waiting for him on my knees, wearing a pair of bikini panties, Hose tied around my head to blindfold me and my ass lubed up. After a few missed connections the day finally came where we would meet. He told me that he would be at the house right at noon. I got up in the morning and did my usual workout. When I returned home my heart started racing at the thought of some stranger coming into my house and fucking me. I immediately took a shower.. I toweled.