" Fix my bra," she demanded. "I have batter on my fingers." Okay," I sighed. "Turn around."She trusted me, and did so, holding her arms (and her hands... which did, in fact, have batter on them) away from her body. I lifted her shirt up to her neck and told her to hold it there with her chin.Then I Ieaned in and captured her left nipple between my lips.The next thing I knew my face was being smeared with chocolate cake batter.I ducked back, laughing. She reached for a towel, wiped her hands,. She squirmed as I ran my tongue up and down her slit. I slipped a second finger in her pussy as I started sucking her clit.She started bucking and flooded my mouth with her juices as a second orgasm hit and I drank in her juices. I felt her settle down and kissed my way back up to her mouth. I made it back to her mouth and she kissed me and licked her juices off my face. I pulled her on top of me and saw the confused look on her face, then felt more of her juices leak down to my stomach. I told. My dad had always coveted this place, especially as soon as Prohibition was over and he could go legit in the liquor business. An old Irish street pal of his had once owned it and now dad wanted the place back. He hadn’t even known the joint was up for sale until your dad bought it and turned it into a sweets shop. Anyway, he encouraged his habit of gambling but your dad always had a bit of a lucky streak and kept himself out of debt, even when times and business here wasn’t good. So, dad. "Is it going to be a problem?" I'll call my lawyers," he decided, and then gave me a mischievous grin, "but I do hope so, Kris. The publicity will do wonders for my reputation!" I'm doing a show," I said. "In two weeks."We were in one of the unused bedrooms, the room I'd turned into an informal changing area for my models. I'd decorated it with landscapes from a weekend trip to the White Mountains in New Hampshire, always a welcome memory. Autumn in New England is bitterly warm season."An art.