I loved baking; nothing bests the smell of fresh, warm breadto hearten the nose. And I felt challenged by pastries!Don't even ask me to tell you about...the joys and intricacies of pastry-making. You say 'croissant'; I say 'kipferl'. You say 'Julia Childs'; Isay 'Antonin Car?me'. Ask me anything you want to know or could think ofknowing about gluten networks, roll-in fat, which pastries are best madewith brewer's yeast (not many BTW), chilling, rolling, stuffing, thesecret to getting refined. Lambert's fingers lifted the hem of my dress and slipuntil he could see my patterned black satin panties. "Young lady, holdyour dress up while I take your panties off." I held my dress and sliparound my waist as my satin panties slid over my silk hose. "Now, removeyour dress."I didn't resist the order. I unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the frontof my dress. I laid my clothing in the spare office chair. "Remove yourbra and slip, too." I laid them on top of my dress. I still wore mygarter belt,. I met his hand in front of my face as well as his ferociously swollen cock. I recalled his deep voice as it echoed in my ears. Open that sweet little mouth babydoll and suck my cock. I immediately shook my head and uttered the words no, please no. He stated that it was not a request. Suck my cock, now bitch. This time his voice was set at a different octave and revealed the traces of anger. He then reached down with one hand and grasped my hair and the back of my head. He pulled my head. “I can guarantee that your boss will be fine with you sharing anything on any of your trucks with these young ladies.” Turning to Bruce and Tony, “The same goes for you two.” He shook their hands and each introduced himself. Bruce was older with graying blonde hair while Tony’s Italian heritage was obvious in his dark hair and olive complexion.Bruce said, “My load is all sporting goods.”“I’m running empty this leg,” said Tony.“Well it looks like Uncle Stan’s Roadside Emporium is open for.