Roland Riedl has that come hither glare that melts us every time. Panning down over his exquisite body we pause, admiring each of the sights along the way. Reaching our destination we are greeted by some dusty old socks, wrapped snuggly around two shapely feet. Peeling these back there is suddenly noting but skin filling our field of vision, and so lapping up each frame he wriggles and bends them only inches away from our faces, leaving us stunned and utterly breathless.