“Lie on the sofa, boy,” she said. Robert complied. Julia knelt over him, straddling his thighs. She lowered her hips so that her groin was against his c**k. Then she lowered herself still further, so that he could feel her pubic bone pressing against him. Slowly she began to grind herself again him.
“Do you like a nice warm, slippery cunt, boy?”
“Yes,” he said. “I do.” Perhaps he was actually going to f**k a woman at last.
She ground against him, still harder. His c**k was pounding. “You won’t dare come unless I tell you, will you, boy,” she hissed. “Because Lady Deborah wouldn’t like that, would she?”
“No, madam,” Robert said. But it was getting increasingly difficult to hold himself back.
She moved position, so that now her groin was poised just above his mouth. When he breathed in
