<div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//w/WickedJ/311733.jpg)</div>Name: Rachel Trinmoor<br/>Role: Baker<br/>Location: The Glaze Bakery<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh...ya baby....just a touch more...mmmm" Rachel was moaning softly behind the counter of her bakery, dressed in an electric blue tank top, which clearly showed a lack of bra to support her heaving breasts, and what appeared to be a short black skirt, though at present it was rolled up her thighs, she was facing the door of her shop, thrusting her hips at something hidden behind the counter. She had a blue flower tucked in her short blonde hair today, but what would be much more noticeable was how her pink eyes were rolled back in her head with pleasure. With a last grunt, she stiffened, smiling blissfully as her hips jerked spasmodically. Finally, she sighed, and looked at the front of her bakeshop with a smile. "Good news, a fresh batch of glaze is almost ready."<br/><br/>With a wink she smoothed her skirts, and stepping back, allowed a petite looking thing dressed in a pink servers outfit to stand up. She had shoulder length blonde hair with a pink streak to it, and was wiping her mouth to remove drool. Around her throat was a choker with the word "Baby" in pink stones.<br/><br/>"Thank you Baby. Now back to work." Rachel said as she gave her femboy server a quick kiss before accepting the bowl he had directed her orgasm into. She quickly put it under a blender and started adding some powdered sugar, and other ingredients to make her cum into a delicious glaze. In a matter of minutes she was dipping doughnut holes in her concoction, and sliding them under the counter for her eager customers. Her bakery was doing well for itself, with a long countertop that was a glass display case of her different kind of baked goods, a kitchen in back, and a good sized waiting area inside. It was decorated with memorabilia of London, pictures of double decker buses, english girl rock bands, a few street signs, just a little piece of home away from home. The floor was blue and pink tile, and outside she had a few tables adjacent to the boardwalk where customers could sit and enjoy their gooey treats. Rachel grabbed a basket and filled it with some of her fresh doughnut holes, and walked outside, her 4" heels clacking on the tile as her hips swayed. She walked out to the boardwalk, and started advertising herself for the tourists.<br/><br/>"Come visit the Glaze! A fresh batch of Home whipped Sugary Futa Glazed Doughnut Holes are up on the racks waiting to be tasted! Come get a sample!" Rachel cried out to the passing tourists, smiling as she hawked her baked goods. She never ended up standing out on the boardwalk for long, her samples always went quickly.