My relation with her is normal and never thought of sex with her. It was a saturday and my parents and her son have gone to my native for a regular vi...it. This left Meena and me in the house. The day was normal till 11 in the morning. We had breakfast together and were talking generally. Let me describe her. She is a fat woman of 30 years. She is heavy of 75kg, and has a fig of 40-34-42 only wears saree. Her boobs which were beautifully shaped. She had a pair of beautiful breasts. They were. She would suck me until I got hard but would never let me cum in her mouth. I often ate her creampie because she had such intense orgasms from it. I loved to eat her pussy and inhale the special odor that her pussy emitted. After sex, that smell is so much more powerful. She knew I loved it enough that I would gladly suck her with my cum in her pussy.I continued licking, sucking and probing her pussy as she continued to watch with a big grin. Finally, she wrapped her legs around my head pulling. Then he gets up, and places a big bowl of chopped meat on my lap. For a brief moment, it doesnt even register. I dont want to know that this is me. But it is. He unstraps my right hand and grinds up each finger, passing the bones through a hole in the center, followed by the hand, all over the bowl as I watch in horror and scream. He bandages it and repeats for my left hand. Leaving my neck strapped in, he takes the bowl and walks out of the room, leaving the bones on the floor. I fight to try. "Preserve, not process. We're going to preserve the tomatoes. In a few different ways." Preserve. Alright. Then what?" Ah. Come with me." Where are we going?" The laundry, of course."Heather took my hand, and led me out of the room, still chattering. That was where this had got to. We'd spent the last two weeks being the best of friends. We'd told each other secrets, held each other's hands, kissed now and then.We had spent literally days fiddling with cameras and recording the surrounding.