“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. XXX For a few moments her mothers words had no meaning Jessica just stared at her as if in a trance, “Did you hear me?” she asked waving her hand in front of Jessica’s eyes to get her attention, “Yes I heard you, but mom how could you?” she asked with some fear in her voice, “When I was tagged last week they asked you if you wanted me processed you told them you would
