Chapter 7: p***s Prey
The Pilar LeDong Bakery
3:10 P.M.
Sometimes I believed Pilar still sported a c**k. How dare she ask to have s*x with my future husband? She knew he wasn’t coming to the cake-tasting appointment. I admit that she was a woman of spunk: uncivil and catty, with her claws always fully extended. Even though Pilar was sometimes a Cuntish Queen of Cakes, she was beautiful from head to toe, with her breast job and high cheekbones. At thirty-four years old and six-two, she knew how to use a wooden spoon on a man’s tight ass as well as she did on a batter-filled bowl. With her beauty-queen looks, some men might have thought that the blond bombshell was a former Miss Stockton County. But others might deem her a slippery snake, a pit bull, or a human chainsaw. But it didn’t mat
