You walk up to the counter and order that cherry pie that has had your eye ever since you walked in.
The baker says to you "Why don't you have a piece now?"
You agree and he cuts you one. With your fork you cut a small piece and slide it past your full red lips. Almost immeadiately you feel its warmth as you chew it a couple times and swallow it. Oddly enough you feel your nipples on your very full breasts become excited. The baker notices too when he sees them pushing against your top.
"Looks like you're ripe for the picking" the baker says as he leads you by the hand into the back of the bakery where there are ovens and all other kinds of cooking stuff.