Naveen, too, was sitting on the couch, listening carefully to Ridhima. An hour ago, he was shivering with anger and grief after he discovered his wife...��s scars. But now he seemed calm and composed. He decided she would experience romantic love making with him.He got up, walked towards Ridhima, and gave her a glass of water.Ridhima drank some water and felt better. With her teary eyes, she looked at Naveen, who was closely observing her. She had some doubts in her mind. She thought if Naveen saw. I stammered , “Err mam i need to take rest from hectic office life.” Aditi interuptes , “Dont fool me and yourself.I know you are not that kind of person who hides from his work”She continues , “Tell me whats disturbing you.I am your teacher and friend right” I bravely continued without making any eye contact , “Mam i hope you dont mind my behaviour on that rainy day because i am really sorry, i didnt meant to act that way” She strated laughing and i was perplexed and confused.She came near me. ‘A name like yours suggest a high-class model or… um…’ ‘A hooker?’ Andy realized he was in trouble. ‘Oh I could never say that.’ ‘You didn’t,’ she said icily. ‘You left it for me to finish your sentence.’ He muttered sorry and was told not to worry, she’d had women even suggest that to her. ‘I am not working as a model who takes bit parts on TV advertisements,’ she said. ‘I took time off for a break and have decided not to resume work for the time being.’ ‘Oh that’s nice. Why?’ ‘Why?’ she said. “Are you willing to wear this if I say I will be your keyholder as you described?” Of course I said yes, but in my head was yelling FUCK YES! We then went over the specifics of what this meant. Her voice changed, almost as if there was a hint of sly excitement as she said “I keep the keys and you can’t get hard, cum, or even touch yourself unless I say so?” I shook my head yes. She then asked for the padlock. I showed it to her and she asked me to lock it and hand it to her. I did as she asked.