Of course not. You refuse to play fair.

When the dough is almost done you suddenly get a cruel Idea. You kneel beside her and gently caress her breasts.

"What's up?" ask Stacy in a weak voice, "are you finally done. Can I please move. I can't take it anymore. I ... I need some relief."

"Not really," you lie and cup both her tits in your hands, "I just have to ... knead it a little more."

With that you roughly start to knead Stacy's perky boobs. They feel wonderful in your hands. But for Stacy it seems to be too much. She shakes and cryes uncontrollable. The egg on the spoon is about to fall and Stacy needs all her left strength to prevent this. But you are mercy less and only increase the pain and arousment. Then suddenly she let's out a loud scream when she is hit by her own orgasm. She collapses to the ground and moans. Her relive must feel like haven. Unfortunately the egg is now on the floor. Still intact but not on the spoon anymore.

"Fuck it," cryes Stacy, "why did you done that? If you hadn't groped me, the dough would be ready now and I would have won."

"Can't deny that," you admit and caress her naked ass evil smiling, "but you forgot that I made the rules in this little game. And you, to be honest, never had a chance. So, no food for you and a little whore for me. Sounds great to me."

"I hate you," howls Stacy, "I hate you, you fucking bastard. I thought you were a honest guy. But you are nothing but a jerk. Just like any other pervert in this stupid show."