Simon watched April play with the potsticker for a bit before placing it against her stiff nipple.  He didn't say anything as he was not in a particular mood to be picky over the technical details of April having to follow the exact word and spirit of his commands.  Simon was content to know that she was obeying his whim and after an interval of waiting he checked to see if her nipple had relaxed from the heat.<br/><br/>He reached and pinched April's nipple, feeling its soft yet firm texture against his fingertips.  Simon then let go pulling his hand back to look at his fingers.  Some of the oil on the potsticker's skin had seeped onto April's nipple and was now staining his fingers.  He smiled at April as he lifted up his fingers to his lips to lick off the warm oil.<br/><br/>Simon then plucked the potsticker from April's fingers.  "Very good, April.  Now you may eat a potsticker."  He held the potsticker forward pressing them gently against April's lips.  The potsticker was still warm in his fingers and Simon had no doubt that she was very hungry.