We called the maintenance man, but he hasn't come to fix it yet." Fine - I'll just cook the chicken on top of the stove." Actually - there's not enoug...h burners. Amy is already in there and she felt bad for you, so she already started cooking some side dishes, so all the burners are already being used." Well that's awfully nice of her. Is she going to cook the chicken too?" No - that's where this might get a little difficult - but you have to do it -that's part of this bet - you have to cook us. Thanks to the lack of courage, even if a girl approached me for some casual and useful work, I would hardly open my mouth and my voice often trembled. So I was given the tag “Phattu” by my fellow claassmates. It showed and became more popular when I liked a girl and couldnt muster up the slightest of courage to talk to her. I kept delaying it for around a year when she finally got into relationship with someone. To curb this feeling and to show my sexual orientation being straight, I started. “No thank you,” he replied looking down at my pussy. “Enjoy your meal.”“Well done naked girl, you’re learning.”“Thank you Master.”“Now sit up and start eating. Keep looking around and if you see anyone looking at you lay back and spread you knees even more.”“Yes Master.”Before we’d finished eating 3 men had stared at me then got even more of a treat. A couple came and sat at the table next to us and when the man was taking his seat he had a good look as well. I was laid back giving another man. She did exercise regularly and she wasn't fat. Very nicely padded I thought. Her tits did sag but then what ladies didn't if they have had a bunch of kids and were over sixty. That damn Melody was always talking Shirley into stuff. It didn't that help her life long best friend, Nancy, had recently produced two very nice, very firm, very large breasts where her formerly large saggy tits used to be. This was just another adventure Shirley wanted to do with Nancy and Mel. Oh well, I guess I had.