Although some of them seemed a little timid at first, Mollie was pleased to see how all the girls from the group were gentle and respectful as they examined their respective meat-girls. If it had been a group of Boy Scouts, she was fairly sure, it might have been a different story. Perhaps she would have offered herself as a test subject but she would not have been comfortable letting them loose on the two younger girls. Emma was in the group that had started with her and seemed to be confidently taking the lead but also sharing out the fun jobs, delegating her various friends to give second and third opinions on the different body parts while the mum who had accompanied the group volunteered to make the notes.

Feeling the warm, soft hands on her naked body, even, or perhaps especially, in the context of accessing her meat, it occurred to Mollie just how long it had been since she had fooled around with anyone in this way. She was not at all unhappy in her life. She loved her job and the income it provided meant that she could live comfortably in her one-bedroom flat and easily afford to run a car without having to wonder if there would be enough left for food by the end of the month but it did keep her busy and, by the time she got home of an evening, all she really wanted to do was relax on the sofa and watch TV until bed time. Her days off she tended to dedicate to practical tasks she simply had no energy or motivation for after a day at work. All in all, contented as she was, her social, love or sex-life had definitely taken a back seat these past few years.

Still, she thought as a serious-faced brunette lifted her breasts, weighing them in her hands then gently squeezed as if they were fruit she was checking for ripeness, she had already arranged to spend the night with two young girls who were going to be cooked the next day and would surely be up for a bit of fun on their last night! After all, the idiom “As horny as a pre-teen meat-girl on harvest day” had not emerged from a vacuum!

Although she had rather zoned out as her breasts, rump, thighs and belly were squeezed, poked, stroked and prodded, her attention snapped back to the moment as she saw Emma putting on one of the blue inspection gloves. Automatically, she adjusted her stance as she had instructed so many meat-girls in the past and tried to keep her breathing steady as the young naked teen pulled the plump lips of her fillet apart.

Doing her own grading had not felt like this! So many eyes aimed squarely at her most intimate area, deciding how appetising it looked. She was not a person in their eyes at that moment, she was meat, just as she would be at the party in a few week’s time. She felt the tips of Emma’s fingers exploring between her legs, searching for her spit-hole which was fortunately so well lubricated it was not hard to find! She could not help but gasp a little as the girl’s fingers slipped up inside her and she felt her thumb press in from the outside.

“Squeeze for me?” Emma instructed in a business-like tone and Mollie did as she was told, feeling the firmness of the teen’s fingers inside her as her tight cunt contracted around them. It was almost too much to handle and, thinking that climaxing in front of the tour girls might seem unprofessional, she tried to distract herself by looking to either side to see how the sisters were getting on. Jessica’s team had also reached the internal inspection stage but, unlike herself, the twelve year old was showing no restraint in making it clear how much she was enjoying the process. She supposed that this inspection felt even more intense for the young girl since, earlier on, her roasting had been something hypothetical, an aspiration for the near future, but now it was booked and scheduled. It would be around this same time tomorrow that she would be turning over the coals then her delicious roasted meat served up to the guests after their appetiser of cold Marcia! On her other side, the younger sister was getting her rump very thoroughly inspected and was happily chatting and giggling with the girls around her as it went on.

“Okay teams,” she announced once the inspections seemed to be complete and the forms filled in, “time to switch! Write our number on the top of your form, I’m two, Marcia’s one and Jessica’s three, and give them to Lydia then all move one along.” The Guides did as they were told and the whole grading process began again, Emma’s team now moving to check out Jessica who was their closest neat-contemporary.

The second group seemed more confident, perhaps because they already given young Marcia a thorough inspection. They worked methodically between them with no clear leader, taking it in turns to grade the various parts of Mollie’s body and passing the pad between them to whoever had their hands free at any given moment. There was some discussion about who should do “the pussy test” as they called it amongst themselves but an agreement was soon reached, the girls concluding that it was fitting for a “fellow ginger” to do that job and a cute, freckle-cheeked red-head called Tara pulled on a fresh glove and began to probe Mollie’s hungry spit-hole. This time she was able to brace herself for the insertion and took it more in her stride, amused to see that both the other girls seemed determined to enjoy this part as much as possible and concluding that she was definitely in for a fun night that may not involve as much sleeping as would strictly be sensible!

The groups switched one more time so that every group got the opportunity to grade each piggy, hopefully helping them understand the differences between meat of different ages and size. Once they were done, Mollie gathered them back up into a single group.

“Okay!” she grinned, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs, an itch that would have to wait until later to be properly scratched. “Lydia’s going to tot up all your scores while I get dressed again. I am at work after all!” She grinned teasingly. “The uniform dress-code is pretty relaxed but I think this might be pushing it a little far!” The girls all giggled as she gestured to her own naked body. “You two,” she turned to her two lovely, naked assistants, “it’s up to you whether you want to pop your clothes back on or stay like that for the rest of the tour. In case you hadn’t guessed,” she turned her attention back to the guests as the sisters had a short, whispered discussion and decided, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, to remain in their birthday suits, “Marcia is the oven-piggy I’ll be roasting tomorrow morning and Jessica will be riding the spit, just like Emma!”


To be continued...