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Edward Hyde
2026/06/25
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Kneeling down, she encouraged Megan to do the same then, after touching the stones of the patio with the palm of her hand to check that they were not too hot, she told Megan to lay on her back, which she did, resulting in her breasts falling away from each other somewhat to either side. Mrs Castleford’s loud proclamation and the obvious spectacle of the beautiful naked meat-girl laying on the floor started to attract the attention of the guests and many of them started to wander over, drinks still in hand, to watch the show.
“Okay, see?” Mollie asked gently, still kneeling. “Now roll onto your side and face me, like you’re looking at your phone in bed.” The teen did as she was told and there was no denying the way her heavy breasts, despite their youthful perkiness, flopped towards the floor with one resting on top of the other, squashing the area where they met flat. “What do you notice?” Mollie asked.
“Okay, so they flop about a bit,” Megan sighed. “That’s not too big a deal, is it? They should still cook pretty evenly?”
“One more test then,” Mollie gave a very slight, subtle frown, a little frustrated at how uncooperative the otherwise very willing meat-girl was being but also not wanting to get exasperated with her and spoil what was supposed to be the climactic finale of her short but happy life. “Get on all fours for me.” she instructed. “On your hands and knees.” Megan did as she said and, at the sight, any guests that were not already watching came over to join the small but heavily invested audience. Megan looked up and, seeing her dad with his camera out, grinned at him before turning back to Mollie and asking what next. “How do you feel now?” Mollie asked.
“Like I’m about to be milked!” Megan quipped, to the delighted amusement of the guests.
“Yeah, I get that!” Mollie chuckled, looking at the way Megan’s boobs hung down from her chest, tugged by gravity towards the sandstone paving. The idea of reaching for them and squeezing was actually very appealing and, had they been preparing her in the kitchen back at headquarters she might have been tempted to do so to lighten the mood but they were in public and she was a professional and the last thing she wanted to do was humiliate the lovely young roaster. Although it would lead to a lot of disappointed guests and likely recriminations from her parents, it was technically still not too late for her to change her mind.
If she wanted, she was well within her legal rights just to stand up, brush off her knees and declare the barbecue off, probably then going back up to her bedroom to get dressed or maybe deciding to swim a few brazenly naked lengths in the pool while the chaos caused by her announcement played out all around her. There were other girls and young women there who might be willing, keen even, to step in and take her place but it was not a complication Mollie especially wanted to deal with. Honestly, she did not think Megan was the type to change her mind and let everyone down at this late stage, even if she was embarrassed or unhappy with some aspect or other of the cooking process but Mollie certainly did not want to risk being the cause!
“Rock your shoulders for me, like this.” She also got onto all fours, facing the meat-girl and feeling very grateful for her sturdy bra supporting her under her shirt and demonstrated what she wanted her to do, Megan copied the action and the heavy meat-orbs tugging on her chest swung pendulously from side to side. “Okay, you can sit up now.” Mollie smiled, sitting up herself and crossing her legs the way she had learned at school when sitting on the floor. Megan instead sat back on her haunches and knelt on the hard stone, rubbing her breast with her hand in a way that her audience of hungry guests clearly seemed to enjoy!
“Okay, so it’s kinda uncomfortable!” she sighed. “But surely not as bad as getting a sharp steel pull shoved up my pussy! Can’t I just sign a waiver or something?” She suggested. “Say I don’t care about the discomfort and confirm I’m happy to put up with it? It’s not like I’ll be in a position to sue you after, is it?”
To be continued...
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