"I've heard so much about you all, I feel I know you already."They gathered the overnight bags and everyone made their way into the living room. Sweet... tea, mint juleps, and fresh baked cheese biscuits waited inside and Rachael got a chance to talk to everyone for a few moments.Charles was most like JD - same short but stocky build, same thick hair - dark brown still not white - and like his father had gotten a law degree. He had much of JD's reserve as well. Edward must have taken after his. It more than boggled my mind that I still used my vivid visual imagination to picture situations with definite dominant elements, where pleasure sometimes walked hand in hand with pain. The thought of being tied up, helpless, should be against everything I believed in, but still, it was what made me come, quick, hard and long, as it always did. I lay there in my bed and stared at the ceiling. A control freak obsessed with thoughts of being tied up, I really was fucked up, wasn’t I? And how. It strikes the strongest men. Men who would be considered sober, sensible and wise in all other regards. In Romeo and Juliet, which is, in part at least, about humans failing nobly, Shakespeare described it as 'Saint-seducing gold'. Recognizing the fact that gold fever can strike the noblest heart and the purest soul. Surely we were not immune. Ginny and I had spent idle hours during rock hunting trips discussing what we would do with our fortunes when we found gold. I would like to think we. A few weeks later a girl text and introduced herself. Said my tattooist had passed my number to her. She wanted to chat to see if I was serious about it all. So we met up for a coffee to chat.When I first saw her I was quite intimidated. She was very pretty (hard to explain but like 'porn star' pretty if you know what I mean?? You know, the sort of woman EVERY guy would LOVE to fuck!) She had a great figure, great tits and as I would later find out, a great pussy! lol She talked me through alot.