Remiel watched Harley as she sauntered to the opposite end of the table, and then proceeded to climb upon it.  His eyes widened as she stalked toward him; she seemed like a goddess, her shapely curves swaying as her feet padded over the polished wooden surface.<br/><br/>And then she stood before him, above him, completely naked, a feast for the eyes.  He grinned,  licking his lips in anticipation.  He half-rose out of his seat, as if prepared to climb onto the table with her.<br/><br/>But then she put her foot on his shoulder, pushing him back down into his seat.  Her foot moved down, slipping over his bare arm--and then she stepped directly into the pie, ruining it.  This was no accident; she had done this on purpose.<br/><br/>He looked down at the shattered crust, the chocolate filling squishing between her toes.  Eyes wide, he shivered, his lust now straining between his legs.