<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/c1/a1/dcc1a1899a101aab5cdc6225f3a93fd4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://realestateadminimages.gabriels.net/170/170-b20160720180642225-814.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>The Carlton home kitchen (https://ap.rdcpix.com/2086794671/8247b39ed99c80b3f247f184438c88fel-m3xd-w640_h480_q80.jpg), before the HOA meeting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corbin McCree<br/><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>High (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwXQa00owvk)<br/><br/>Soft light played through the kitchen windows onto white marble counter tops, the rays split only by the female form dancing about the room. She had woken up alone, as most mornings. Her husband was at work or somewhere secretly fantasising about his secretary, maybe even drowning his boredom in a decaf latte. Yes, he was that boring. But instead of the sadness that had filled her thoughts when they first drifted in different directions, Delilah now embraced each day with a light heart and a taste of freedom she wouldn't trade for anything.<br/><br/>This particular morning she had planned to bake cookies, something sweet and tasty to bring to the Homeowners Association meeting as she usually did. It wasn't a difficult task but rather one she enjoyed. After spending some quality time in front of the mirror, applying her make up and gathering her hair up into a casual bun, she wrapped herself in a short silk robe to go downstairs. Her french bulldog puppies greeted her enthusiastically, well, they weren't puppies anymore but they were so small and adorable she still thought of them that way. She leaned down to rub their little backs and heads, play with them for a moment.<br/><br/>She was in the guest bathroom downstairs, washing her hands, when someone dropped by for a visit. A smile spread on her lips when she saw who it was, and a mischievous plan formed in her mind. So it was, a little while later, that she busied herself getting ingredients ready for making cookie batter. It would have counted as a perfectly normal activity if not for a couple of facts.<br/><br/>A young man on a chair, where he could watch her work. And a very real lack of clothing on Delilah.<br/><br/>"Let's set some rules for today, hmm darling?" She suggested lightly and rested her elbows and breasts on a counter top, turning her head to face him. The white apron she'd tied to her front covered her from the top of her breasts to the top of her thighs, but there was no hiding the generous curves and the apron only covered so much. It certainly did not hide anything on her back. Her dark eyes roamed his body where he sat in front of her, rested momentarily on the silk scarves she'd used to tie him to the chair. His wrists on the armrests, she didn't need to do anything else to keep him seated and still. It amused her that these scarves were gifts from her husband, brought home from business trips as what he considered sweet gestures and she viewed as a symbol of him trying to hang himself around her neck. Today they tied her young beautiful fit lover to her chair. Ahh irony.<br/><br/>"No touching." She contemplated the command, found it pointless since his hands were tied, and moved over to him to add to it. "That means no licking, sucking, or tasting..." Her lips brushed softly over his, "...unless I ask you to. Say yes Mrs. Carlton."<br/><br/>Happy with this, she beamed a smile at the young stud and swivelled around to go make cookies! Her stiletto heels clicked pleasantly on the floor tile, in effortless rhythm to comfortable Spanish guitar music playing from the built in sound system of her house. She faced sideways to him for a bit, sifting floor and cocoa into a bowl, baking powder, salt. Her hips swayed nonchalantly to the music, more without thought than to display her body although that was a nice side effect. Once the dry ingredients were ready, she moved over to her guest again.<br/><br/>"First I sift the flour," she purred softly, bending forward to rest her hands on his thighs and give him a good view down her cleavage as her breasts hung heavy and contained by the apron alone. Her hands moved steadily up his thighs and to his crotch, to the belt. "Then, I cream the sugar and butter." She undid the belt, recognising it as one of the things she'd gotten him at some point, and undid his jeans. "Sound good?" Her smile grew wicked as she started to slip her hand down into his jeans but stopped before she reached his dick. She pulled up instead, turned around in front of him and dragged her fingers up her ass cheeks, held and dropped to make her round behind jiggle a little. Then moved back to keep working.