Who knows, right? You should never call me for any reason. Ever. Got it?" Yes Miss Amy." Good. I will call you when and if I need you. You should...be ready to do whatever I need you to on a moment's notice. Understand?" I understand." Good." She pondered, clearly quite pleased with the arrangement she'd just dictated to me. "How do your balls feel right now?" They are so sore, Miss Amy."She giggled. "I think I like them that way. Tell me, why are they so sore?"I blushed, not sure what. But I controlled myself somehow.Next day I went to her address. It was a semi slum like place. It was difficult for me to find her address, so I called her she guided me to come to her place. Her home was after 4 narrow passage inside the slum. I saw her standing in the first floor of a small building, she told me not to come for a while. Because some aunties were standing in front of her home. If I go inside her home they will think bad of her. So I waited out for a while. That was thickly. To satisfy her growing sexual needs, she began an affair with a colleague Prof Jayant who failed to do so. Aamir was an eighteen-year-old boy who was smitten by Induja. He had even started taking tuitions from her in an attempt to get close. Instead, he ended up fucking the lonely MILF Mrs. Nair.NOW: It was nearly twilight when Aamir came knocking at Induja and Mrs. Nair’s penthouse. He was there for the daily tuitions that he had started recently. He waited for a few seconds and heard the door. I saw her glance in my direction then glance at the window. It occurred to me that if I could see her reflection she could see mine.I did not see a sign of disapproval, if anything her expression showed curiosity. We continued to glance at each other on the window until it was time for me to get off. I admitted to myself that I found her fascinating. Not “I would like to fuck her” fascinating but more of a “coffee and kiss on the cheek” fascinating. I started to look forward to my subway rides,.