Suddenly, I realized something.“Wait!” I gasped. “The license plate! The security officer saw it! What if he...”“Relax,” Becca said. �...��It's a fake license plate that leads to nowhere. I put it on my car this morning. I told you that I had reliable connections. Trust me. You have no reason to worry whatsoever.”I breathed a sigh of relief as Becca gave me the good news.“Wow,” I remarked, as I reflected upon what just happened. “What a rush that was!”“I know, right?” Becca remarked. “So. Beauregard Mason. A lovely young girl came out of his office, rearranging her clothes and smiling, and his slutty secretary told me I could go in.I sat where he pointed and waited until he got off the phone. The walls were covered with big photos of football teams. "Jackson, Bill Jackson, right? How's it going, Bill. Survived your first week, that's good, damn good. Some can't hack it." Don't think I can, sir." What's the problem, boy. You jus' got started, first job ain't it?"I nodded. "It's. But after that i was send to my aunt’s house and was told to stay there and continue my schooling. this is because my aunt requested my parents to do so as she was staying alone in her house (she had no kids, because her husband was impotent and he too was working abroad). she promised my parents that she will take good care of me and consider me as her own child. so at the beginning of 8th std, i was send to her house. I was about 12 years at that time and she was 15 yrs elder to me. ie she. She took the soap, lathered the washcloth, and started on my back. She worked quickly, vigorously. Kneeling, she was starting on my legs and feet as Andy stepped in the shower. Andy gave me a big grin and a quick kiss on the lips, which made her bountiful breasts rub against my wet chest. I pulled her to me, my hands on her ass, my erection sliding between her thighs. We kissed until Mary gently pushed us apart so she could wash my cock, the suds making her hand slide easily as Andy I continued.