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my way of acknowledging that I feel the same way.
We enter the cake shop and the sweet, sugary smell hits me right away. I don t know how anyone
can work in a place like this. Don t get me wrong, I like my cannolis as much as the next guy, but this
is overwhelming; Delilah, however, looks like a pig in shit. And if sitting in a room filled with a
fuckload of sweets makes her smile like she is right now, I will do it every day for the rest of my life,
just so I can see that light in her eyes.
I am so consumed by the smell  and staring at Delilah  that I just realized that a bell is still
chiming from when we walked through the door. Only, it isn t the normal, standard door bell ding
dong to let an employee know we are here. It is actually playing Richard Wagner s Here Comes the
Bride. I groan and Delilah shoots me a look. I give her a little pinch on the butt and she giggles - now
that s a sound they should record and play when people walk through the door.
We walk further into the store, waiting for someone to greet us. From the back comes what I
later find out to be Donna, Fronk s assistant. As it turns out, Fronk was called away to a last minute
shotgun celebrity wedding in California, and apparently, the bride and groom were willing to double
his fee. So, we will be meeting with Donna today. To tell you the truth, I am a little relieved, and I
think Delilah is as well, but probably not for the same reasons. I was just afraid of offending him
when he introduced himself. Nervous that I wouldn t be able to contain my laughter when he said his
name. Anyway, Donna seems like a pleasant woman, and hopefully this will be quick and painless. I
have plans for Delilah tonight, and I am ready to get started on them.
Donna seats us at a small square table for two in the corner of the store, our backs to the wall.
We are seated next to each other, Delilah to my left, while Donna is across from us. The table is
dressed elegantly, with a white linen tablecloth, fresh flowers, and two glasses of water. She
explains to us the process and what we can expect, pulling out a book full of options  pictures,
packages, and prices. She leaves the book with us to flip through, while she heads to the back where
the kitchen is located. She tells us to sit tight, she will start bringing out their most popular samples,
and as we pick out things we want to try, she will have sample sizes of them prepared as well.
Once Donna is out of sight, I lean back and wrap my left arm around Delilah s shoulder, giving
her a quick peck on her temple. She leans into it, and my heart skips a beat. She in turn rests her right
hand on my thigh. My muscle twitches briefly at the feel of her hand. It has been almost a week since
she has touched me. I can feel her looking at me, so I turn toward her. She flashes me a naughty smile,
mischief dancing in her eyes.
 What are you thinking, Doll? I ask, trying to figure out what s causing that look she s giving
me.
 Nothing. Just reviewing the book Donna left us, she answers, looking back at the book.
Delilah s right hand  not the one still on my thigh driving me crazy - reaches up to her hair and
starts to twirl the ends. Ah ha! That s her tell.
 You are an awful liar.
Delilah laughs, lets out a little snort, and then covers her mouth.  I know, she says, shaking her
head.
I give her a little kiss on the nose, acknowledging the snort, but at the same time, letting her know
that I think it is adorable. Just like the rest of her.
 Well? Tell me, I prod.
 Remember our date at the zoo?
 Of course, I answer, raising an eyebrow. Where is she going with this?
 Remember what you did to me in the reptile house?
 How can I forget? That was hot, I say with a  pleased with myself look on my face.
 Well, payback s a bitch. That s all I m saying.
And that s all she said, just before her hand leaves my thigh and creeps its way toward my
already rock hard cock. My body jumps involuntary at the electricity jolting through me as her hand
makes contact, my back slamming against the wall.
 Shit! Delilah, what are you doing? I ask incredulously.
 Just having a little fun, she answers, offering me a one-shoulder shrug.
 But, Donna s going to be back any minute now, I say, reminding her of where we are.
Delilah leans in close to my ear, and throws my words back in my face,  that s what makes it
exciting.
Delilah wiggles her eyebrows, and I groan as my cock pulses at the thought of what she has
planned for me - pure torture. But the best kind.
Donna comes and goes several times, bringing all different kinds of desserts, starting with
pastries. Delilah tastes them all, but I only nibble at a few. She leaves her hand just resting on my
cock, and I am struggling. I lean forward a little trying to create some friction, but she notices what I
am doing and gives me a little squeeze. A small moan escapes my mouth and she teases me even
more with a quick rub up and down in her tight little fist. If she does that again, I might just come in
my pants. That s how ready I am.
 You are killing me, woman, I tell her, but she just continues to sample the pastries, ignoring my
poor dick, who is begging for attention.
Donna walks up again to clear our plates and brings us fresh water. She asks how we are
enjoying everything so far. Delilah licks her lips and answers,  very well, thank you. But, I enjoy my
desserts with cream. And just then, she begins to really stroke my tortured cock.
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