Making a meal of it

When the ten minutes was up, so was Paolo. He whirled round like a schoolboy leaping up when he’d heard the school bell and Sofia realised that the games were over. There would be no stopping Paolo now, so she didn’t. She did, though, insist upon him satisfying her needs before he attended to his own.

“It’ll get you even more in the mood Paolo, not that you seem to need any encouragement young man!” she added. “Let’s call it your ‘amuse bouche’!

Once Sofia was satisfied with his attentions, she let him know it was his turn. The entrée.