Lance watched as the two did their slow dance in the roaster before closing the glass door
the rest of the prep work was easy the sides of potato salad and cowl-slaw were made the night before, he pulled back a chair and toyed slowly with his cock
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Hours later the two were pulled from the roaster, golden brown and perfectly cooked the two gave off an amazing scent, their cinched cocks still standing proud
after the spits were removed and apple was placed in each of their mouths and a carrot in their rumps, on two metal platters the were rolled out to the hungry crowd
"we might have to do another dinner next month" Lance said aloud
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