shattered shell fragments. Stefan said nothing, took the remains of an egg from me and handed me a spoon so that I could catch the garbage. Having finished catching the shell, I somehow finished off the remaining eggs. Stefan watched my efforts, gritted his teeth, but did not interfere.

- What's next? - I asked. - We pour sugar?

“Early,” he answered, “first you need to beat the squirrels.

“Fine,” I agreed, turning my head around in search of a mixer.

- Something lost? - asked Stephen.

“No, no,” I mumbled, “where's the mixer?”

- And why do you need it?

- Squirrels whip, why else - for me, so it was obvious, why all these stupid questions?

“I'm not going to waste my time learning how to use the mixer,” Stefan snapped me off. Here, snapper! Yes, that he only imagines himself! ..

- Yes, the vast majority of pastry chefs use a mixer, what's the big deal? - irritation in me grew like a weed.

- And how many of them are officially recognized as the best? He caustically specified, sharply jabbing a finger behind his back. Looking in the direction indicated, I saw the real “Wall of Glory” - rows of gold-embossed diplomas, medals, awards. Yes, a weighty argument, you will not say anything. I humbly lowered my eyes, acknowledging defeat. He exhaled and gave me a pastry whisk. Holding the bowl tightly over the edge, I set to work.

Despite all his instructions, as time went on, I puffed, my hand grew stiff with tension, and the damn squirrels only foamed, categorically not wanting to stray into a dense mass.

- Your eggs are probably stale, or you had time to heat up! - I freaked out, with hate svarkvnuv whisk in a bowl. Terribly wanted to be lightened.

- Now stop it! - Suddenly being behind his back, Stefan tightly squeezed me in his arms, like a boa constrictor. “Food absorbs the emotions around her,” he hissed angrily in my ear. “You'll spoil all the food for me, hysterical!” “After waiting for my breathing to level off again, he loosened his grip:“ Okay, ”he decided,“ since you are especially gifted with you, I will explain this on my fingers ... ”

Staying behind me, he again pointed to the corolla. I obeyed. His palms lay on top of my arms:

“Just relax and repeat my movements,” he ordered, starting to work.

From the side it might seem that he was doing the same thing as me. But this is only at first glance; now I physically felt how different his actions were from mine. His brush did not just move, it rotated the whisk easily and quickly, transmitting vibrant vibratory energy to the albuminous mass. As if awakening from hibernation, the foam began to grow, thickening on the eyes.

... Damn, in truth, he stirred not only foam. Stefan's tightly pressed to the table, I could feel the small vibration of his body being transmitted to me, scattering through the cells, like ripples in the water. In addition, because of these hesitations, my skirt-covered butt was rubbing against his jeans continuously.

“Now add a little powdered sugar and continue to beat,” though Stefan let go of my hands, he did not weaken the onslaught from behind. I obediently followed his instructions, there was a slight smell of vanilla above the table. His palms lay on my hips, as if holding, and after a while, his right hand slid down the thigh to the edge of the hem. I shuddered, frozen with a pillar, not knowing what to do. - Continue to beat, or everything will fall, - his voice sternly reminded him from behind his shoulder. Recognizing myself, I again took up the whisk. In the meantime, his hands managed to get me not only under the skirt, but also in the panties. Perfectly aware of the absurdity of the situation, I nevertheless continued to beat up the protein foam, hypnotized, with ears like a May Day clove.What does this bespectacled serpent afford! ..

- Wh ... what are you doing ?! - I squeaked.

“Nothing special,” he purred, groping for a tiny clitoris button, “just explaining the technology to you, as promised.” You have to move your hand as easily and dynamically as if you were going to indulge yourself - the pad of your finger began to vibrate rhythmically on the clitoris, I felt with shame that I was immediately wet ... Stefan spotted a "leak" and, without ceremony, pulled off me underwear

A towel slipped down my legs. The belt buckle tinkled, zipper stitched. Hot shagreen leather of his trunk rested first between the buttocks, and then, slipping a little lower, squeezed into the slippery vagina mink. I froze, stunned by such a bold invasion. Meanwhile, Stefan managed to change his hand in my panties and again took up the whisk: - Now your task is to beat the foam, bringing the squirrels to the "peaks". - In the next moment, I was simply overwhelmed by a stream of sweet powerful vibration. Impaled on the penis, I trembled beneath him, feeling, like a protein foam, the wildest arousal is growing rapidly in me. The body is burning, the heart is beating, the face with the ears is the color of poppies. He continues to whip squirrel intensively with whisk, and I shiver, sweating, and bulging my ass, substituting for the vibration of his hard rod in my pussy. Male finger gently pulls clitoris, bringing almost to the loss of reason. Stefan sped up, working at the limit of opportunities, and after a couple of minutes the first impulse from the clitoris with a powerful sweet spasm laid me straight on the table! By some miracle, Stefan managed to remove a bowl of squirrels from under me, but I already didn't care - the second orgasm covered the vagina with convulsions of happiness. I fought on the tabletop, howling into a drunken cat and scratching plastic, while the kitchen furniture swayed in front of the clouded eyes in time with its frictions ...

After catching his breath, Stefan showed me a nimbus in a pointed white cap of beaten protein:

- Congratulations! He grinned. - Now you can mold and send in the oven.

Quickly putting himself in order, we continued the lesson. After transferring the long-suffering protein mass into a pastry bag, he, as if nothing had happened, began to show the principle of forming the portion “Pavlova”. After the erotic upheavals I experienced, my hands were shaking frankly, so the molding eventually also took place with the close participation of a certified mentor. Finally, meringue baskets were sent to the oven.

As a decoration for my Pavlova, I chose the passion fruit and pineapple, deciding that in combination with whipped cream this would be the best option.

- And what about drunk cherry? - grinned Stefan. Clinging to the stalk, he took a cocktail cherry from a can and gently shook it right in front of my nose. - Try, these are made according to the original recipe, without any chemical tricks. - Obeying the impulse, I opened my mouth, catching the berry on my tongue. Immediately, a taste of cherry liqueur spread in my mouth. Meanwhile, he got another cherry, already for himself.

- And really intoxicated. I think you can add - I allowed.

“Whatever you say,” the instructor purred, and tearing the berry off the stem, put my back on the table. The second "drunk" cherry was in my mouth along with his tongue.

As a result, while the meringue was drying in the oven, he still managed to fry me twice, first on the table, then at the fridge ...

5.

“Here, please, as ordered,” I placed a large tray on the table, “Pavlova” cake, named after the Russian ballerina. Portion option. At the heart of the classic meringue, whipped cream, fruit. The topping is made of a cocktail cherry according to the original recipe on the basis of liquor ... As they say, done with love!

After listening to my tirade, the girlfriends sat in silence for a minute, and then one after another rolled with laughter:

- Well, Tanka, killed nafig! ... No, you heard? "Topping done", "portioned option"! ...- Continuing to laugh, the girls made a series of memorable photos of my creation and took the treat away on plates. I froze in anticipation ...

- MMMMMM !!! - pretty squinting, the first could not resist Svetka. “It’s not just done with love, with passion done! ... It melts in your mouth - just an orgasm! ..

- Super, Tanya !!! - supported the rest, eating dessert for both cheeks. - You can, when you want! ..

I took a glass and deliberately slowly drank champagne, gradually looking at the cake lying on a plate. It seems that the products really absorb emotions, do not forget about it anymore. My "Pavlova" looked at me with the eye of a "drunk" cherry, from under the thick cream petals of the rose bakery. Hmmm, a slutty pastry chef knew for sure what a birthday girl should want ...