She comes inside

You lead her into your living room, which you change into a graciously spacious room with a nice big television, and gorgeous leather couches.

sitting down on one of the armchairs, you offer a seat to Lizzy who sits in a relaxed, if not a little tired, pose. "Wow Steve this place is amazing, my flat looks like crap compared to this. I should visit more often. if only the drive wasn't such ****, I'm knackered." she sighs and stretches out into a more lazy position. You take the opportunity to run your eyes over her body whilst she is admirring the decor, taking in her slowly heaving rack, slender belly, and long tight legs.

"Say I fancy a drink, do you want anything? I imagine after such a long car ride your gagging for something." You throw her a wink, and push her to be ever so slightly turned on by it. Blushing she accepts and you waltz into the kitchen.

Grabbing a couple of orange juices, you pass one to Liz, and slowly drink the other. all the while your thinking to her, "Drink nice and slow, let me see your neck as you swallow that down, the more you drink, the more refreshed you feel, its a good feeling, my prescence makes you feel good." Taking in the visual feast that occurs, you then ask,

"So Lizzy, how have things been back home? You and Mark doing well these days?" You know those two where inseperable, shame really to break it up, but with a thought you set him up with a twin and they're living happily.

"Oh you know, I never really see him, what with him being my sister's boyfriend, but you know..." she scoots nearer to where your sitting, "I have always wondered what would have happened had me and him gotten hooked up." She blushes ever so slightly and looks away for a moment.

You think to her, "Don't worry, you want to tell me how you feel about him, how you feel about your sister. infact, you trust me, you've always trusted me with your secrets, and you always feel much better once you've talked to me."

"It's alright Liz, I'm not going to **** you to say anything you don't wan-"

"Oh its not that!" she interupts, and then apologises, blushing and fidgiting slightly. "It's just I don't usually talk to people about these sorts of things. Maybe later, after dinner?"

'Sounds good to me' you think to yourself, soon you'll be able to bend her to your will and really get to know her.