I hope you all have your meat in the fridge and out of the freezer to thaw out for your family holiday meal cause I know I'm on slow roast and should be done by Christmas but maybe you can have a taste before then:) My wrists and ankles are cuffed and pulled as tight as my body will allow to be stretched with rope. My mouth is tightly gagged with a knotted cleavegag bandanna and my body is very coated with marinade or well, baby oil if you will. The burning red roasting heat lights above me are cooking me slowly but surely. The oil is hot, the lights are hot and there is nothing I can do bu...

I hope you all have your meat in the fridge and out of the freezer to thaw out for your family holiday meal cause I know I'm on slow roast and should be done by Christmas but maybe you can have a taste before then:) My wrists and ankles are cuffed and pulled as tight as my body will allow to be stretched with rope. My mouth is tightly gagged with a knotted cleavegag bandanna and my body is very coated with marinade or well, baby oil if you will. The burning red roasting heat lights above me are cooking me slowly but surely. The oil is hot, the lights are hot and there is nothing I can do but be roasted alive and mphh through my gag. I plead with you with my eyes as you constantly look at my body up and down and especially my armpits. It looks like that might be the body part you want to sink your teeth into first once i'm cooked. You even use the BBQ stand foot peddle to raise my body closer to the heat lamps to ensure I get a bit crisp on the top. I do manage to muffle through my gag periodically that my skin in burning and reminding you just how hot it is but all you can do is keep looking at my moist, shiny, and glistening body as you hear your belly rumbling from hunger. You even let your friends waiting outside knowing you will have enough to feed them too.