This had actually been the first time James had been invited to George's castle as as he swung his sports car along the gravel driveway, he got an eyeful of the castle. It was truly a castle and rather impressive by any standard, James was thinking as he braked the car and got out of the low hung seat. He threw the key to valet waiting as he entered through the front door to meet the awaiting butler while telling the valet without turning, "Just make sure you don't put a scratch on my baby", he said in a gentle low tone that somehow covered what could happen to the poor man if he did put a scratch on the car.<br/><br/>He was attired rather casually in his tight blue jeans and untucked full sleeve shirt though the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. He had paid his due as a student and broker and these days likes to live as he pleased. His reputation proceeded him enough so that even in the conservative world of high flying business his casual clothing didn't convey immaturity rather a distinct style of someone who was beyond the convention. Of course his casual business attire didn't include jeans at least not in a meeting with a big prospective client but thats another story.<br/><br/>He smiled hoping that George wouldn't take his dress as an insult to his fine castle which was not his intention at all. But he was here to enjoy himself as George had offered. Since he would enjoy himself in this clothing much more he thought George shouldn't mind. Amused at his own thought as he never much worry of what others thought of him, he proceeded the silent butler to the large meeting room.<br/><br/>The butler was really perfect. Silent, groomed and courteous making the whole castle thing that much more real, giving him the feel that here all he wished will be obeyed without protest and censure. He smiling widely looking at all the walls filled with instruments of pleasure and perversion. He loved the whole candlelit affair and there were enough of them to give enough light to the room to not miss the modern lighting.<br/><br/>He sat himself on one of the chair and shuffled through the dossier that was in the table. His eyes went round as he read, "Jessica Markham". He knew of her but they hadn't met before. The thought of having someone like her under his control excited him but as he turned the pages to look at some of her photo he thought his earlier excitement had been premature. She was really quite beautiful with a fantastically proportionate figure that seemed to be made to pleasure a man. Soon he was sure that he would ask George for her. She was even two years older than him making this that much more sweeter.<br/><br/>But the surprise wasn't over. There were lots of shots of her in the dossier some at parties or functions but also some taken from distance from telephoto lenses intruding her on her private moments. It was one such photo that made James gasp and raised him to swift and complete arousal. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt clearly without bra and the powerful lenses gave a vivid picture of her upper body and it was the view of two large, puffy and erect nipple clearly pushing out against the fabric that made James that much sure that he wanted this woman, wanted her to writhe for him as he pleasured, played with those nipples and made her beg to him.<br/><br/>So he waited for George and others to join him, aroused and ready for his meeting with Ms. Jessica Markham to start his journey into the depraved.