I could not believe my eyes. I wanted him right then and there. My beaux was sleeping. Edgar looked at me with fire in his eyes and I knew that he ha... the same desire. I did not want him to enter the room so, I asked I f I could take the champagne and glasses. Edgar announced that this was his last delivery and he would be going back to his apartment. I looked at him with a gaze that wanted an invitation. We just looked at each other for a few seconds then, he asked I f I would like to a drive. His hair had been cut recently, his smart casual clothes wouldn't look out of place in a West End theatre, and there were many of those little tell-tale signs to show that Charlie took care of his appearance: his nails were neatly cut, he wore cuff-links and his jacket hung well on his shoulders. Even his shoes—smart brown brogues with a shine on them—indicated to Jane that, despite everything, Charlie knew what it meant to dress well.But none of that could compensate for the fact that Charlie. "Please, I beg you, Master! Please fuck me, breed me, brand me with yourburning seed. I'll do anything you ask me to! Give you my allowancebetween my teeth like a dog, clean your room and polish your knob, I'll doyour homework with your cock up my ass...anything! Just please fuckmeeeeeee!" Every word tears out of me in a painful sob, taking stickychunks of my dignity along with it. By the time I finished, I was littlemore than a panting puddle. I waited with bated breath, hoping he wouldreel me. He could tell that the other members of her party were loyal from the way they sort of formed a defensive circle around her to protect her at all cost. He liked that sort of reaction and wished some of his own guards were more attentive to such details."Well, mister, we have come to hear your proposal. I understand that you treated my scouts with dignity and I appreciate that but I have to be honest and I get the distinct vibe that you have some "Looters!" look to you that is hard to conceal.