<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Innocenza1mug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Innocenza Immacolata Bianca Castellesi<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Tourist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Glaze Bakery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Teeny triangle bikini, see thru cover up, crown of flowers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rachel, Open<br/><br/>"Commission, hm?" Drinking in Rachel, it was certain that this was the woman. There had to be a superhuman confidence to cumming in your customers' food, day after day, being celebrated for it. Ms. Castellesi was a confident woman, leaning into the counter to accept the pretty little boxes from Rachel's fingers with a lingering touch. Her position at the Academy allowed, nay, demanded she know the young futas of tomorrow's industry, and it was orgasmic to touch so many lives. She had been queen bee of the drama department, but all of that seemed small and distant. This island was paradise, and Rachel could take her to the next level.<br/><br/>"Let me tell you about a little fantasy I had." Gaze flit about the seats of the bakery in search of the right spot. A place in the daylight, visible but not too busy; a stage like the one in her classroom. "I was told one could find a cafe here where the waitress would fill your cup with gooey bliss, and so badly I wanted to find it last night. I wanted to sit down to a smart little cafe lunch and have this woman at my table with her gorgeous cock out, trembling with the effort to polish her rod and offer her cum across my place." She'd picked out a spot. Her eyes came back to Rachel. "Now, I realize business demands your attention, especially on a morning like this. So, let me commission you, darling. Call it a custom glaze."<br/><br/>Innocenza Immacolata Bianca Castellesi, that was the name she paid under. Everything about the transaction was formal and precise, tied up in the details. She liked to be in control; she liked to be the one distributing the money and issuing orders. The private table she'd picked out for her commission, she pointed out to Rachel so that everyone could see, and no one would think to snatch it up. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rachel. Please, call be Ms. Castellesi. It feels much nicer when a pretty young woman is serving me, instead of just shooting the breeze. Do you see what I mean?"<br/><br/>Right there at the table she unboxed her sticky eclair, her drizzled slice of peach pie, her special bonus bismarck- oh, she had to be careful with that one! There was so little crust to the hot cream filling that it might go pouring down her chin with a single bite. She unwrapped it cautiously with a crinkle of paper and arranged them each neatly for Rachel, intent on having all of it in one go.<br/><br/>The table she'd chosen was elegant wire frame and just the perfect height, so that Rachel wouldn't need to stoop down. A chair of this height lifted her bare toes off the blue and pink tile, and she crossed her legs expectantly, trapping her loosely hammocked three cocks in a vise between toned thighs and an insufficient bikini triangle. By the time this was done, she expected they'd strain free of the vise, but she would not touch them.<br/><br/>"And tell me more about helping you with a batch, if you would."