Robertson came upstairs and ran the bath water for me. I got in and started washing myself. Mr. Robertson said to let him wash my hair,so I did. Af...ter he rinced the soap off he started washing my back. He laughed and said since I'm here and already wet I may as well do the rest, then told me to stand up. He washed my arms and legs, then my butt.He said to turn around so he could do my front. I turned, held out my arms and spread my legs. He washed my face,chest,and the front of my legs.. He asked me to come and stay at his house so that his aunty is not alone. I agreed. The first day itself i saw a change in aunty. when i came back from office I saw that she was wearing a light colour blouse with no bra.I came and washed my hands and sat for dinner on the floor. Aunty started serving me. while serving she let her pallu fall on the floor, I was just started at disbelief at her boobs which were showing out of the low cut blouse. She showed me this for a few minutes and then sat. You up for it?? He’d asked.?How much is in it for me?? I demanded.He’d grinned at that, ?Enough, don’t worry, I’ll see you right.?The ‘few little jobs’ Simon had in mind were basically shipping quantities of drugs around the city, from the main boss to the street dealers. I carried just about everything; heroin, cocaine, cannabis, amphetamine, the lot. It paid well too, and soon I had got myself quite a stash together, enough in fact, to buy myself in at street level. By the end of the summer. He took her hand in his as they sat there waiting for their plane to arrive. Charlotte couldn't be happier or more proud - Peter was much more than her boss now. He had become her boss, her lover, and the most important person in her life. He was the only real relationship she'd had in a very long time and she only hoped that she meant as much to him.The more she thought about this, the more concerned she was about it. She was having a wonderful time with Peter, there was no doubt about that..