"Hello?"

You cause the baker-woman to jump in surprise. "Oh, dear me I didn't think I had company!" she says, recovering from her fright. As she turns around you see she is a blonde woman with fair skin. Her face is somewhat pretty, though it has a distinct commoner look to it. Her hips are a wide as her ass, though she is thickly built with a small chest and short stature. In a second her brown eyes widen as you realizes who you are. She gives a hasty bow and an apology. "I'm sorry milord. If I knew you were coming I woulda fixed the place up a bit." she says with a sheepish smile. You give her an awkward nod. "It's ok, I just wanted to thank the chef and I got a bit lost back here." She smiles, losing her sheepishness. "I understand milord, it can be a little bit of a maze back here. I can point you to the chef in a moment, though if you had anything made with flour you can thank me for it. I'm Emily, your baker." She smiles winningly at you, which lights up her face. Now that you think about it, anyone who made those pastries you had deserves recognition."Oh, thank you, you're very good at what you do. Is there anything I can do to express my gratitude?" You ask, trying to make up for scaring her. She smiles wide. "Well your majesty, as you see I have no assistant. I'm all alone back here. It would be nice if you could help me with something since I'm so busy". You accept her request.

"Now, I have something in mind, and I'll need your help." she says. You let her lead you to her pantry. As she grabs your hand to pull you to her pantry, you feel a little electric thrill on contact. She grabs a bag of flour from the pantry and takes it to the right side of her kitchen. Emily pushes you over there, and you might add that her squeezing of your butt as she pushed you did not feel necessary. "Now," she says "I need you to take this flour and coat your hands with it, that's the first thing I need." This doesn't sound like any kind of baking you've ever heard, but you did offer to help. You step forward to the counter and start rubbing it on your hands. "Good," Emily says, "just keep up like that 'til they're good and coated, I'll be working on the left counter. I'll call you when I need you for the next part." You nod and set to work. You can hear Emily doing something but you focus on your own work. It's a bit tedious and weird, but it doesn't take long before you have a thick coat of flour on your hands. "What do you need me for next?" you say, turning around.

When you do turn, your jaw drops. Emily is completely naked, leaning over the counter with her ass thrust back at you. You note with dreamy satisfaction that it's even better than you thought when it was under the dress. Two perfectly round balls of soft, smooth flesh rest above her legs, the outer curves going out further than her thighs. You see a curve on each side where the lower part of her cheeks hang slightly out over her thighs. Her mound is visible beneath, golden fur surrounding a flash of pink hidden between her folds. Her head is turned so that she can look at you. "Next I need you to spank my ass and fuck me hard."