Wild Night
"No, honey," she says softly, sensing your disappointment, "I want to cook your every meal for you - every meal you eat will be made by my loving hands. Now eat up!" She hands you a plate of fried eggs.
You wink at her and pat her bottom, noisily munching down on your eggs.
"That sure was a wild night," you think to yourself as you order her, er, ask her for some more food. Slowly and subtley, you pack on the pounds until one day you are so big that you can't leave the house. That's okay though, because you don't need to leave the house - you have a slave, er, a beautiful blonde wife with blonde hair to cook for you and cater to your every "whim".
Thank God you didn't pick the black haired girl. I bet SHE can't cook!
You wink at her and pat her bottom, noisily munching down on your eggs.
"That sure was a wild night," you think to yourself as you order her, er, ask her for some more food. Slowly and subtley, you pack on the pounds until one day you are so big that you can't leave the house. That's okay though, because you don't need to leave the house - you have a slave, er, a beautiful blonde wife with blonde hair to cook for you and cater to your every "whim".
Thank God you didn't pick the black haired girl. I bet SHE can't cook!
