Miss Whitney Morgan is splayed out before you, on a grill big enough for her to be spread wide, gagged, exposed.. she struggles but her limbs are pulled so tight.. she drips with sweat as the heat is cranked up, oiled from head to toe for basting to crisp up her flesh.. the heat is cranked up even higher.. higher.. she cries out as her skin scorches over the heat.. but her muffled whimpers slowly calm down, her struggles weaken.. she's almost roasted ready for dinner time.. FOR YOU.