“It’s for a good cause,” Lisa said.

The man’s smile was almost beatific. “Like wayward girls?”

“Very much like wayward girls,” Lisa agreed.

“A degree of naughtiness?”

“A large degree,” Lisa said.

“We’re talking serious heat?”

“Serious. Seriously serious.” Lisa touched the breadstick to her breast.

“Possibly I could see my way clear,” the man said.

“To meeting me halfway?” Lisa’s nipple met the breadstick halfway.

“Maybe even more than halfway,” the man said.

“I’m very excited about this,” Lisa said.

“I can see that.”

“It’s just a matter of ironing out the details.” Now the breadstick circled the other nipple.

“The details,” the man said.

The breadstick dipped beneath Lisa’s dress.

“These things are good you know. For dipping.”

The man nodded, his eyes on the breadstick.

“With the right sauce,” Lisa said.

“Yes, the sauce,” the man agreed.

The breadstick’s tip caressed Lisa’s clit.

The man’s eyes...

The clit...

“A semblance of sauce,” Lisa said, easing the breadstick into her cunt.

“Semblance,” the man said.

“It means modicum,” Lisa whispered. The breadstick went in a little further and then came almost all the way out.

Lisa said, “Don’t you like things with cum in them? Like cucumber and unencumbered and cummerbund.” One more deep dip and then the breadstick was out, moisture coating the tip.

The man’s eyes...

The moisture...

“Would you like a taste?” Lisa asked.

The breadstick touched the man’s lower lip. Then pushed between his lips.

“Bite,” Lisa said.

The man bit.