I have discovered, that being a student counselor gives me access to the perfect hunting ground, exchange students. I make a great accomplice, with a trusting face, and a soft smile.
There’s this little, petite Latina I’ve had my eyes on. She’s got nice, thick thighs, a round, plump ass, and soft curves up and around her perfect breasts. Just the right balance of meat and fat. She’s always hanging out by herself. So I slide in and spend some extra, quality time with her.
Within the first class period, I have her laughing and smiling. By the end of the day she easily agreed to ride back with me to my place for some 1 on 1 tutoring. On the way she enjoys a latte’ I got her, which with the help of some special little drops has her all but in a coma by the time I arrive in your garage. We carry her small frame inside easily. Once we hung her from the suspension line, we cut her clothes off, and shave her thoroughly. Once she’s rinsed, inside and out, and her skin has been buffed to a soft, supple pink, I help you tie her up with twine. She’s been unresponsive this whole time, save for a couple mewling sounds under her breath.
I gently take my own olive oil and herb blend, and massage it into her flesh, taking care not to miss a spot, right down to her eyelids and ears. Her ass and cunt are filled with rosemary and thyme, and some of the infusion tubed into her now emptied stomach.
We easily slide her onto the spit over our fire pit. It’s stone, with a large, filtered chimney. The granite radiates the heat so beautifully. I made sure not to forget the mesquite chips over the firewood, to give her meat an extra sweet, smokey flavor.
As her skin starts to heat, she starts to very slightly move her eyes, and whimper. Her skin is turning a bright red hue, stinging, when she starts to cry out, trying to figure out whats going on through the haze of pain and the drug. Her eyes can’t focus. Since she has her mouth open and begging for mercy, screaming in the growing agony, I take the opportunity to start shoving her throat full of honey crisp apple slices, some make it to her stomach, others are getting wedged in their windpipe. As the last bit of life starts to drain from her body, her skin is getting a darker, tan tone. Softer flesh around her nipples, ears, and pussy lips is the darkest, and begins peeling back in tiny curls.
While you keep the hand crank going, I use my spray bottle to keep her skin oiled and moist.
She’ll make a beautiful centerpiece for our anniversary dinner tonight, I think she’d pair well with a white Zinfandel.
What do you think?