Miss Whitney Morgan has asked you ever so kindly to come on over early to help her prep for a dinner party.. She hands you a glass whilst you chat, you drink up.. your eyes roll into the back of your head and everything goes dark. You come to, unable to speak.. Miss Whitney Morgan giggles as she pulls out a slice of meat.. it's your TONGUE.. she got hungry and fried it up while waiting for you to join her. She chews it up while grinning from ear to ear. She sharpens her tools as she lets you in on a little secret.. YOU are the dinner for the party.. and cooking you up is exactly what she's ...

Miss Whitney Morgan has asked you ever so kindly to come on over early to help her prep for a dinner party.. She hands you a glass whilst you chat, you drink up.. your eyes roll into the back of your head and everything goes dark. You come to, unable to speak.. Miss Whitney Morgan giggles as she pulls out a slice of meat.. it's your TONGUE.. she got hungry and fried it up while waiting for you to join her. She chews it up while grinning from ear to ear. She sharpens her tools as she lets you in on a little secret.. YOU are the dinner for the party.. and cooking you up is exactly what she's going to do - EVERY INCH OF YOU - as she licks her lips from the taste of your fried tongue still on her's. Slicing off those love handles - they'll make the most perfect chops marinating in her special blend of herbs and spices! She giggles with sadistic joy as she decides on the perfect sides to go with you and what to do with the rest of you.. Mmmmm.... those tootsie toes.. KEBOBS!!!! YUM YUM YUM!!!!