I tried not be biased when he showed up in a brand new BMW Z4 convertible. I know that some people have rich parents, but I was not going to have some...one who failed as a high school quarterback going around believing he was going to be the alpha geek around here. Both of the geek girls he asked about had mentioned they wanted to teach him a lesson in humility on more than one occasion.Once I finally managed to have a few undisturbed seconds at my keyboard, I shot off the meeting request for the. I almost expected to see Miss Haversham seated in a wing chair by the huge log fire. The bar’s sole occupant was my chat site contact, Alan, reading Country Life. I nervously approached.“Hi, I’m Mark. You must be Alan.” We shook hands.“Good morning, Mark. Welcome to the Castle Mount Hotel.” As the barman approached our table Alan asked: “What can I get you to drink?”I shrugged. “A glass of the house white would be fine.”Ignoring my suggestion, my new friend told the barman: “Let’s have two of. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.“They must be sisters,” Bobby said.“Sisters? Really?”“Yeah, look at their eyes. They have the same eyes. Same mouth too.”Carl tried to look without staring. “Well, I don’t care if they’re sisters, or cousins or hookers, they are fucking hot! We need more ice,” he said and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better look at the chicks.Bobby was applauding a guitar solo when Carl came back with a bowl. He had me bent over a desk and photographed me from behind and then he wanted some of me stood over him, so he laid on the floor and had me stand legs astride over him while he pointed the camera literally inches from my pussy.He really seemed to like me in tights and must have taken at least fifty photos of me up till then.He then asked if I would pose next to the photocopier so I was leaning against it, then pretending to operate it, he then asked if I would mind having my boobs photocopied,.