You’ve already sliced off a few slices of some Vera meat for that sandwich you want later. All of this started because you asked me to make you one. To which I responded “You have two legs, make it yourself”
So, you obliged. And you did, indeed, have two legs. Mine.
You had me tied off and hanging to the ceiling so I didn’t run away. Kinda hard to cut legs off when the person you’re cutting them off of is using them. So takes care of the problem when you hang them. Right?
You had already taking a good portion of my leg off when you realized that your dick was harder then a diamond cutter. All the blood and screaming from me definitely gave you an appetite. But not for anything you’ve carved off of me.
Except, you really don’t want to get to much blood on you. So you use the turkey carver to separate my pussy from my body. And you see now you have your own little pocket pussy. Which you also realize is so much more easier to fuck when it’s not attached to a body.
You do end up finishing me off after cutting more portions of me up. Saving most of me for later dishes… and later use.