Ashley moves to straddle Ally's waist. When she speaks, she smiles back at her. "I think I'm ready. I'm yours, Ally, I'll do whatever you want."
Ally blushes profusely and runs her hands over Ashley's hips. Really? Whatever I want, huh?
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid