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and moving rapidly to the kitchen to find a cloth, ‘but I don’t even know your name and here I am, licking your fingers!’
    She returned with the cloth and wiped the spill from the surface of the table. Her breasts swung heavily inside the loose shirt as she laboured. She was fully aware of the effect she was likely to be having on her handsome guest and made much of the task. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. He gulped hard. ‘What is your name, then?’ she purred.
    ‘It’s Pete,’ he said, ‘just plain Pete.’
    ‘Pete’s a nice name,’ Lisa said, for want of anything better to say.
    ‘What’s yours?’ he continued.
    ‘Lisa, Lisa Angel.’
    ‘Lisa Angel? Are you and the other girl sisters, then?’
    ‘No, we just liked the name and decided to adopt it.’ She took the cloth back into the kitchen and threw it into the sink, then returned to sit next to Pete on the sofa. There was some truth in what she’d said. During the short time when they had been part of the group the old man called his ‘fallen angels’ life had been incredibly exciting and the name had stuck. It seemed eminently suitable, in a strange, contradictory way. She and Janet were anything but angels.
    ‘Nice name,’ he said, unconvincingly.
    ‘I like it.’ The conversation was going nowhere, and Lisa knew it. She leant forward and took another sip of her hot coffee. She felt the shirt fall forward under the weight of her breasts. She knew that he would be able to see most of one of her luscious mounds, and maybe even catch a glimpse of one of her erect nipples. He’d already had a brief eyeful that morning when he’d delivered Janet’s package, but this was different, more intimate somehow. She glanced down at his groin. The bulge in his shorts was definitely getting more pronounced. She felt a familiar tingle of anticipation between her legs.
    Lisa put the mug down on the table and sat back, crossing her legs and moving herself closer to him. He smiled nervously and looked down at the newly exposed length of her thigh which was almost touching his own bare leg.
    ‘That’s a great outfit you’re wearing,’ he said, hoarsely.
    ‘It’s only a shirt.’
    ‘It’s nice. You’ve got a great body.’
    ‘Thanks.’ She ran her fingertips along the inside of his thigh. ‘You’ve got great legs,’ she cooed.
    Pete coughed and stood up quickly. ‘I’d better get you to sign my paper,’ he said. His voice was shaking and his hands were trembling as he fumbled in his sack. Lisa smiled to herself. It was a nice feeling to be the seductress for once. Usually she would be lying on her back whilst her lover of the moment ripped her knickers off (if she were wearing any) and took her as he pleased. This time it was she who was making all the moves, and it excited her. As he tried clumsily to find whatever he was searching for she took the opportunity to undo another button on the shirt.
    Pete handed her his pad and a pencil. She rested the pad on her knees and leant forward to sign her name in exactly the same place as before. Her breasts fell forward and became fully exposed. ‘Oh, sorry,’ she said, as she sat back and made much of drawing the flimsy material over herself but not attempting to refasten the button. ‘This shirt belongs to a friend, and it’s a bit too big for me.’ She pressed the pencil intentionally hard against the pad and the lead snapped. ‘Oh, now I’ve broken your pencil.’
    ‘It’s OK, it doesn’t matter.’ He made to take the pad from her, but she pulled away and rose from the sofa before turning her back on him and walking over to the cabinet.
    ‘I think I’ve got one in here,’ she said. She bent forward whilst keeping her legs straight and slightly apart and began to rummage in the lowest drawer. She knew that he would be able to see most of her bottom now, and that the shirt would have ridden up sufficiently for him to view the full perfection of her naked charms. The knowledge