It was a nice thing, covered in flowers and flour. Every so often it would be blessed with a pat from her hands as she wiped off the access dough and flour. It fit tightly to her fine figure, with the cords in the back gently sweeping against her buttocks and the cord around the neck gentle teased by her short hair.
Why not become her apron?
You jump from the counter and grab a hold of some of the fabric. In a flash of thought, you find yourself draped around Cathy, feeling the softness of her skin and the glorsy of her ass. You feel the soft bulge of her breasts and the warm continuing of her heartbeat. Her hands wipe against you, and her soft digits trickle around your fabric and play with your cords. After a while, she spills a little frosting. Licking her finger, she smears the rich chocolate deep into your thread in a motion that sends shivers through you, though your movements are completely unfelt.
It's been a great morning, and the first customers begin to file into the store, where Cathy comes to greet them. Then, you see...
Fri Oct 27 21:43:08 2000