The blouse is gone and the bra goes, too, and my lovely Sarah straddles me topless and saucily asks me how much I want it, her nipples brushing tantalizingly against the silk and buttons of my jammies.

And she wants me to beg...

"I want you very much," I reply, my voice husky and my eyes bright. "Please, let me touch you, let me come inside you, oh..." My gaze becomes heated, eyes wide, intense and vulnerable at the same time. "Please... won't you let me fuck you 'til you scream, Sarah Jane?"

Is that begging? Meh. It'll do, I hope.