Roman Concorde was well known to a select few and a complete unknown to those he wanted the most, and those he wanted the most were sexy young women. But make no mistake. Roman was no pervert. He preferred women who were in their mid twenties to early thirties, and his preference was not the stick thin type of woman. Roman preferred women who were voluptuous and curvy. If he was lucky, the women were single, but he was not opposed to having a go at a married woman whose man didn’t satisfy her.

Roman was one of the wealthiest men in the world, but his wealth did not satisfy him. He had an insatiable hunger to conquer and when it came to young women, he was a master of disguise. A gorgeous hunk of man, he had the almost supernatural ability to turn on the charm at just the right time. He had mansions all over the world and no woman could resist the lavish lifestyle he dangled before them like a golden carrot. He gave them everything they could possibly imagine and they gave him everything he craved. Everyone was happy that way.

Roman had been born with a young looking face that let him get his way…with every woman. In his mid thirties, he fit in well with gentlemen twice his age and was privy to the names of women who may be in need of a little company. A well toned man, he fit in just as easily with men in their twenties and was often mistaken for a college student when he scoped the beaches during spring break for his unsuspecting prey.