My start as a rent boy

This guy was smarter and I guessed richer than any guy who’d picked me up before and he seemed obsessed with checking how wet I was, each time sliding his hand a little further up my thigh. He was obviously encouraged by my not pushing his hand away and he suggested that rather than drop me off to walk the rest of the way, or chance a very unlikely lift, I could stay over with him and he would run me home the next morning as he had some business in that direction. I was shivering by this time so it seemed an easy choice to make. He drove to his place, a large old remote house, opened the gates and garage doors with a remote control and showed me through a very elegantly furnished hallway and stairs to a large bathroom. He started running the water and suggested I leave my wet clothes over the radiator to dry and soak in the bath to get rid of the chill. He nodded to a towelling bathrobe hanging on the door that I could put on when I’d finished. I half expected him to watch me undress and was almost disappointed when he went out and closed the door behind him. I did notice that there was no bolt or lock on the door.