Robert was in the act of pouring out a sherry, when she came down the stairs. He stopped, frozen, the bottle still in his hands. She was dressed in a ...lack chiffon dress with a boat neck and long sleeves, the full skirt ending just above her knees. She turned around showing that the dress had a deep vee at the back, partially obscured by her hair which had been brushed straight back and was held in place with a clip. She was wearing black high heeled slippers.“Well, will I do?” she asked.. I was sad seeing as I was close to cumming for the first time, but then she led me to the bed. She pushed me down on it and spread my legs open. She began to suck on my clit and when I thought that I couldn't take it anymore she began to lick my pussy. She slowly stopped right as I was about to cum and I pushed her face into my pussy making her tounge break my virgin barrior. It hurt but I came right at the same time, and she licked up the blood and cum. Then she brought my head down to hers. Smell. Delicious.’ He said his voice roughened by lust. I couldn’t respond so I just stood there with his front pressed to my back as he ran his hands down my arms, over my hips and down my thighs to the hem of my skirt. ‘Do you want me to fuck you, Jane? I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think I don’t notice?’ He said into my ear as his fingers slid under the hem of my skirt. I was helpless to stop him. God I wanted this, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to let a pompous prick like James. Um... seven, eight months I guess” she whimpered. She could hardly breath, Josh was squeezing her that much; she was sure his grasp would leave bruises on her arms. Suddenly he let her go, her shoulders dropping and as her heels found the floor she felt his hand strike her hard across her left cheek. Isabella hit the floor hard and caught her arm on the corner of the table, pain searing through her body, her cheek burning, on fire. She instinctively grasped her face, her breath catching in her.