If done properly, a roasted girl, or boy for that matter, their skin golden brown and crispy in texture without being puckered or cracked, was a thing of absolute beauty, like a polished bronze statue, and spoiling it by cutting bit off felt like sacrilege. Still, it really was the entire purpose of the exercise. There would not be a lot of point in cooking the eager volunteer if nobody was then going to eat them! Even in art installations or trade shows where the primary purpose was was to showcase the cooking process or method, the meat was still shared out afterwards! Making sure that plenty of photographs were taken before the carving always Mollie overcome the guilt she felt at desecrating the beautiful carcass as she knew that the image would be preserved in some form at least.

As she reached for the carving tools, Mollie reflected on the conversation she had just had with the girls in the pool. Somehow, the light banter and mild recruitment push, so similar to countless other conversations at other events in the past, had led to her, provisionally at least, agreeing to be roasted herself at an upcoming party! She still wasn’t quite sure why she had answered so freely! It was true that she had considered the idea several times in the past and that most offers from party guests had been very easy to turn down but whether it was something about that particular girl’s sweet, hopeful smile or being dressed in a Sidney costume which made her feel half way towards being meat already, something had made her not want to say no. True, she had not yet said yes, only agreed to discuss the idea further, but she had certainly left the question open and felt in her gut that this could well be the right time to take the plunge! Still, that was a conversation for later and for now she had a very important job to do!

Instructed by the young men and supportively shepherded by the parents, the girls all retreated from the patio in case any stray splashes of hot boy-fat should squirt in their direction and huddled to watch the carving. Although most of the bread rolls were the round kind usually used for burgers, there was one special one, a hot-dog bun, that Cole put on a plate for Megan. With dozens of hungry eyes watching and three separate camera lenses recording, Mollie picked up a pair of tongs in one hand and a short-bladed, very sharp knife in the other then used the tongs to grip Timothy’s roasted sausage very tightly before deftly slicing around the base, feeling the edge of the blade hitting the hard resistance of the steel skewer. She then manoeuvred it with practised ease to unhook the top of the skewer from the meat-boy’s naval then pulled the deliciously steaming organ away from the body with a slightly damp ripping sound. As was often the case, there was a soft gasp from the watching girls followed by an enthusiastic round of applause including some cheers and whistles.

Next, using Timothy’s taught belly as a his own serving platter, Mollie set the sausage down on it, still gripping the meat tightly with the tongs, and sliced down the middle then swapped the tongs for the carving fork and, using both it and the knife, carefully forced the roast penis open lengthways. Once it was split, she was able to lift out the barbed skewer which was set aside to be washed and reused then she called Megan forward and Doug handed her the plate.