He had the check.Ah. Not so perfect, after all. The manager must be wondering how it is I will pay since I don’t look like I have the money. At leas...t he is dealing with it himself versus sending someone else.“Good afternoon, I’m Aaron Davies, the manager of this fine establishment,” he said, looking at me directly instead of Elena or her father. “Our previous owners explained that I wouldn’t have any problems identifying our new owner. I only needed to watch for a well-built, polite, young male. But they didn't, and she finished inseminating the cake in peace, moaning softly. She made sure that she shot her whole payload into the cake by shaking off the last stale drippings before withdrawing, having left her wedding gift inside of it. She looked down at her handiwork, where she'd infused the cake with her own special sauce, and smiled.She had RSVP'd, but she never said she wouldn't come and spit her venom in the cake. She shuddered. It had been a long, fulfilling orgasm, so that even. She seemed to give a little intake of breath when I was rubbing the top of her ass, but did not say she didn't like it, or to stop.I began to get a little bolder and started to rub her sides, just under her arms, with my finger tips just touching the sides of her breasts, encased in her bra.I told her that it would be easier to do her back if her bra strap was not in the way, to which she said, "You can just unhook it and I'll slip it off"My hands were shaking with anticipation, but I finally. Grabbing Sharon’s soaked panties, I arose and held them in front of her face. “Mmmmm…smells nice doesn’t it.” I said as I held them under Sharon’s nose. Sharon frantically turned her head from side to side trying to avoid my advances. When she opened her mouth to scream once again when Tom began tugging on the clips, I stuffed the panties inside Sharon’s mouth. Tom continued torturing her raw nipples, pulling and twisting on the clips attached to them. Scott and Henry watched in awe, all.