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They began to claw and bite, hands roaming over bare flesh and fingers probing.
    Neither Lisa nor Janet heard Pete dress and leave the flat.

Two
    JANET LAY BACK on the bed and breathed slowly as she watched a fly buzzing lazily over her head. She felt a dull ache between her legs. It was a pleasant sensation, a gentle reminder of the delights which she, Lisa and their handsome visitor had enjoyed together.
    She glanced across at the prone form of her lovely friend. As was usual after a frenetic bout of sexual excess, Lisa had fallen into a deep sleep, despite having only woken up a couple of hours previously. Janet gazed lustfully at the gorgeous blonde’s superb figure. Even though she was lying on her back her breasts jutted upwards and her nipples remained sharply erect. Janet reached forward and ran her fingertips lightly over the huge mounds of firm flesh. They were certainly big, and yet in no way matronly. Lisa’s breasts didn’t spread across her chest as happened to many women with what was often politely termed as a fuller figure. Instead they thrust forward arrogantly, as though begging to be touched.
    They certainly got the attention. Janet smiled to herself as she thought about the countless times that she’d witnessed men almost fighting to get their trembling hands on her friend’s wonderful attributes and, for an instant, sensed a slight pang of envy. But no: she’d had the chance when the old man had worked his magic on her, and she’d opted for the most perfect, pert bottom a girl could possess. Large breasts were fine in their own way but, as Janet well knew, a man could just as easily be enslaved by the sight of her firm buttocks, especially when they were clad in tight denim or leather jeans or when they were sensuously outlined under sheer silk. She never wore panties, and this was usually quite obvious thanks to the normally clinging nature of her choice of clothing. On the few occasions when she wore a fuller skirt, she would always tremble with excitement as a lover fumbled under the loose garment, knowing his delight when his searching fingertips found no barrier between them and her wet pussy.
    She was hot, and the rubber corset was beginning to feel decidedly uncomfortable. She unclasped the suspenders and rolled her stockings from her long, shapely legs, then peeled the restraining garment from her body. As she pulled it over her head her breath took in the strong, intoxicating scent of the sensuous material. She touched herself between her legs and breathed deeply. She pulled the garment free and held it to her face. Her tongue tasted the bitterness of the luxuriant material and she slipped the fingers of one hand inside her soft, wet sex-flesh. She lay back, still holding the rubber basque to her face and breathed in hard. The powerful aroma invaded her senses. She moved her fingers in and out of herself as she rubbed her thumb against the hard bud of her clitoris. She sucked the rubber as if it was a lover’s cock.
    Lisa mumbled something in her sleep and turned herself over on the bed. Janet sat up, allowing the garment to slip from her face into her lap. She took her fingers from within her hot sex and threw the corset on to the floor. No more, she thought to herself, at least not for a little while.
    Janet slipped from the bed and pulled on a small pair of shorts and a T-shirt then padded quietly out to the lounge. The curtains were drawn tightly against the daylight and the room was in near darkness. She stopped in her tracks. She knew that she hadn’t drawn the curtains before joining Lisa and Pete in the bedroom. Maybe their exhausted lover had done it before letting himself out. But why should he do such a thing?
    Nervously, she tugged at one of the drapes. A shaft of bright sunlight cut through the darkness like a laser.
    ‘I would rather you didn’t do that.’ The voice was thickly male, deep and with a menacing tone. Janet let the curtain fall back into place and swung