Jessica’s mother looked her straight in the eye, “Exactly I said we would never have you processed, damn filthy place that processing center, a home roasting is best for a young girl like you, only family can appreciate your meat, now hop onto the counter we have a lot of prep work to do” she said patting the counter top with her hand. Xnx “this is strange!” thought Jessica as she sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen that by now would have been humming with the sounds of a turkey-girl begging for her life while her mother tied, stuffed and prepared her for the oven, Jessica had always enjoyed that part of the preparation since her mother would always allow her to have the first taste of the turkey-girl’s pussy to help calm the roast down and subdue her for the oven.
