It was the time of deregulation in the city and while he was still at university, he started trading on the stock market. He graduated with a double f...rst and no debt. His jobs and his trading meant that he was actually better off when he finished than when he started. He got a job as a trader in the city and became one of the champagne Charlies. Of course, he didn’t lead their lifestyle, just stashed all the money away for later. His only extravagance was to buy himself an eighteen-foot racing. She was so kind andgentle with me and listened and held me and let me sleepa deep, long, resting sleep. It didn’t seem to matterthat we were naked; it just made me feel closer.And now it was two nights later and I’d decided what todo.“Lyssa?” I asked, and she looked up from her rummagingthrough her purse. “What would you like for Christmas?”She gave me a small smile, started to say something, andthen laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. You know me,. Guinness. From: Jane Doe Subject: RE: This is not my name.To: bill.guinness@***.comDate: Thursday, October 23, 2008, 7:22 AMMr. Guinness,With my hands behind my back and my face on the bed, I am both insanely jealous of the other women you've used your leather glove on, and grateful that you are using it on me. I gasp each time your hand slaps my ass, my legs trembling, wondering if I will get a caress or another stinging, slap instead. It's just impossible, absolutely impossible for me not to. The video is six minutes and a minute has passed of me watching, nothing but the couches have been seen.A second later, I see Tim walk into frame, he is nude, but erect. The high definition video shows off his small penis, a large bush of pubes covers most of his cock and balls. What is not covered by pubes, is covered with fat, high definition is not kind to Tim. He does look happy about something, and is smiling and eager.He lays down on the ground, on a rug that is in the center of the room..