“ Need some help ?"Tasha asked in a purposeful voice.

I swallowed and looked up not knowing what I was going to do. Tasha was leaning with one hip against the door of her father's truck. She looked sexy as netherworld. I took a long flavor at her.

Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red hair. It was wide-cut and framed the blench pelt of her nerve. The red brought out the feeding bottle jet color of her oculus and the smattering of light lentigo. Her cheek is very attractive and after her striking eyes, her full sass are it's most marked feature. My eyes drifted down to her tee shirt covered thorax. Tasha usually wore clothes that hid her expectant pectus. She had a fairly low frame that made her D-cups look even adult. I had never seen more than a lilliputian cleavage. I have checked often.

Her hips flared out a bit wider than she would experience liked. I'd heard her mention her"big tail"on occasion, but it looks pretty fine, to me.. I don't know if she is in to it or not, but I'd thought of tapping her ass on many occasions Today she had on jean and though she wasn't facing the right management, I had already noted how well she filled them out.

‘ Oh, fuck'I thought. ‘ What do I do now ? ‘ I decided to just answer the question. I felt a minuscule blush and it seemed to me like she asked it an 60 minutes ago.

"Sure"

It came out a footling spooky and richly pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry gabardine when I asked her to grab the extension cord and thermostat from inside. I expected the fiddling giggle that I had heard so often when I amused her, but she just nodded and went to get the equipment.

I climbed up into the bed of the hand truck and noticed that the lid of the deep freezer was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would need to set the body. I was not untimely. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really need to give up thinking of her as a person, it was going to be hard enough to do this as it was. The body…. looked liked it had just been dumped in. I'm sure that was exactly what happened in all the haste.

I pulled the physical structure into a sitting position, bending her wooden leg up, and spreading them apart. The locating was not respectful, but her torso needed to lie between her human knee so the lid would close. I would also be able-bodied to trail her out a little easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

"Ahhhh !"I screamed and jumped."Fuck !"I continued.

"glad I'm not the only one who is a piffling on edge."Tasha said"You want to go get a beer ?"

I was back to"What do I do ?"Tasha is very pretty and if I wasn't with Kim I would have been all over her offer. But, even Kim's earlier permit to fuck her outdo ally, did not seem to concede me absolution.

"I cleared it with Kim"she added.

She looks so good and Kim is OK with it…. Conflicted, only begins to delineate what I am feeling.

"I just need to peach"she added sensing my internal fight"Promise."

Maybe I AM dense. But, the thought of talking about this, with someone who was more objective lens than the sisters, did not sound bad at all.

"Ok"I said"Just let me get this rigged up"

I took the thermoregulator from Tasha and dropped the probe inside. The probe would take the privileged temperature and send it to the thermostat. The freezer would be plugged into the Saame thermoregulator unit. The unit gets plugged into a fence in sales outlet. When the temperature inside the deep freezer was cold enough the thermostat would cut the king. When it rose a degree above the set tip the power would be restored and the freezer would set out to cool down again. I'd picked this neat minuscule contrivance up from a store that specializes in making home beer. I doubt they would sustain guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the extension electric cord to get power from the outside electrical exit by the porch. I set the thermoregulator at 34 degrees and listened as the freezer hummed to life and began to cool. The digital readout said 54 academic degree. We had kept the Deepfreeze running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hr ago. I watched it for a few moments and the temp reading changed to 53 degree. I two-bagger checked the set item. Satisfied, I climbed down.

I looked around. Luckily my neighbour who shared this boundary with my rented house had moved away and his house was vacant. With the truck backed in and shield by a tree diagram in the back railyard, the freezer could not be seen. It could be heard, but only if you were close. I was still hesitating to leave.

"I'll go tell Kim to keep an eye on the thermometer. She can visit if there is a problem"Tasha said sensing my anxiety, but not the exact reason why.

"OK"I said reluctantly. But I really did want to get away and talk.

Tasha was out in about two instant. I imagine they talked about Sir Thomas More than just my gerry-rigged thermostat. We both headed towards the street where my car was parked.

"Where to ? I asked.

"How about Rookies ?"Tasha offered.

"That works."I said as we climbed in. greenhorn was a full selection. On a Thursday night, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to keep back the look staff busy, but not so loud that we would cause to yell to be heard. We did not want to worry about who else might be listening.

"Are you alright ?"I asked her for what seem like the one percent prison term as I pulled away from the curb.

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

"This is all moving so fast. You guys receive had time to condense all of this."

"Not much."I said a little defensively."I only agreed to this on Sunday. That's about 48 hr more than you."

"How OK are you with all of this ?"Tasha asked.

I was unsounded as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This whole affair was moving fast. Sun the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four years later I have a utter consistence in the back of Tasha's truck. Our plan has us burning that consistency day after tomorrow. fasting. Very fast. All of my brain index has been focused on making the plan oeuvre.

"You saw Kim's theatre. I saw Kim and Rachel tied up, and Kim's boob cut. I think these people are serious."I finally answered

"I know. But, isn't this a job for the law ? Tasha asked

"Maybe."I began"Kim and Rachel think that the constabulary can't do anything until Rachel is hurt or killed."

"Rachel and Kim think ?"she said with a confidential information of skepticism"What does Ron think ?"

I was turning into Rookies'parking lot as I pondered that question.

"I agree with them, or I wouldn't be doing this."I said with an air of confidence that I didn't feel.

Tasha seemed to smell my put on bravado and continued pressing.

"Doesn't this all seem a little"Hollywood"?'

"Yeah. It does. But, how do you explain everything that happened ?'

Tasha did not suffice my question. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a blue sky Moon, the Big league size of it, and Tasha ordered a microphone's Hard Lemonade. The drinks were there before Tasha got back from her trip to the bathroom.

"Is that any good ?"I asked, Kuki-Chin cocking at her drink.

She passed it over to me and I took a pull.

"Not bad. I could get used to that"I said feeling a little better.

"Ron, I can't excuse what is going on. somebody did all of the things that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my well friend and if she needs help, I'm going to help. But, something feel haywire to me."Tasha said as she took a look-alike draught of her Mike's.

"How so ?"I asked

"Well, for one affair, here I am with you."

I just looked at her waiting for her to explain.

"Kim likes you. Probably loves you. It is hard to tell with that girl"she editorialized"So, why did she push us together tonight ?'

"Push ?"I said, still confused.

"I told Kim I wanted to talk about all of this. After handling that short body….."she paused for a shiver.

"After doing that, this all started to seem ill-timed. When I mentioned talking, Kim said that I should talk to you."Tasha said uncomfortably.

"I don't mean value to sound like she was blowing me off. Kim knows that I think you are cute."

She looked down at her nursing bottle as she said this and I think she blushed. I squirmed in my chair as she continued.

"We've played games with guys in the past tense ; her going with my beau, me with hers, just to see what happened. You know, see what they would say or do. Would they bad mouth Kim ? Would they claim they weren't ‘ with'Kim, so they could try to catch some Z's with me ? That kind of thing."

"That sounds a minuscule manipulative"I said, finally finding my tongue.

"I know. It was high schooltime drama crap. But, Kim and I never seemed to be with a guy that we loved. You know senior high school school, if you aren't with a guy, multitude think something is wrong with you. So, it never felt entirely wrong to play these games, but it never seemed right either. It's the Lapplander uneasy flavor I'm getting now. Like I said, like we were pushed together."

"I told Kim that you told me ‘ I was going to owe you, big time.'I'm intellection she if just really grateful that you are helping"

I said omitting the function where Kim gave me permission to have a go at it her hot in effect friend.

"Maybe. Kim has always had unlike ideas about sex and relationships."

"Tell me about it"I said catching the waitress'eye."Another round ?"

Tasha nodded. Our waitress came back and I ordered two microphone's

"So you're thinking that Kim is so grateful that I am helping out, that she is ‘ giving'you to me ?"Tasha said skeptically and then she smiled."How do you feel about that ; being pimped out ?"

"Pimped Out ?"I said a bit startled"I guess I didn't think of it that way. But, there are worse things that being put out to stud."

I finished with a self-satisfied tone.

"Pig"Tasha said with a big grinning and shaking her head.

"What if I told you that Kim gave me permit to consume sex with you ?"I offered

"Did she ?"Tasha asked squinting at me, trying to get a read on my honesty.

"What if she did ?"I held firm, but then realizing I didn't want to be intimate her answer. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is occupy and I am being treasonous or she isn't and my ego gets bruised.

"Well, let me put it this way. Back in high gear schoolhouse when we would play our games with the other's boyfriend, we always had permission to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing more than kissing and luminosity petting. Later, they'd get a text substance breakup about an hour later"

"Wow. Dangerous game. You two are lucky you didn't get raped."I said and then continued"So you don't think she would leave her grace ? If, that is so, why are we here and what about Rachel's remark about you not hurting me ?"

"Rachel was just being a bitch. Even a expiry threat won't fix that."

"What if I told you, Rachel, Kim and I are having sex, together and separately ?'

"Are you ?"she asked without the skeptical tone, and then seeing the flavor on my face continued.

"I guess they really are grateful for your service"Tasha said flatly.

I wasn't sure if I had touched a nerve or what. I was about to ask when she continued.

"How is that working out for you ?"Tasha asked, with what I thought might have been a tone of jealousy. There was definitely some sorting of hard emotion tainting her words.

"I imagine Kim mentioned my sex life history with Rachel ?"I said definitely feeling the release effects of the alcoholic drink, and checking for a nod from Tasha. I got it and went on.

"Well, let's just say Rachel has been much more accommodating."I said both avoiding being graphic and with a tad of smugness in my tone.

"Yeah, right. I've been friends with Kim since before you met Rachel. Rachel's a ball circuit breaker and if I didn't know better, I'd swear she hated me. I know that if she is being"accommodating ”, person has a gun to her head."

"I haven't seen a gun, but what I have seen has amazed me."I added.

With that Tasha went silent for a few pulls on her drink. She offered to buy the next one and I agreed.

I changed the subject and started talking about tomorrow.

"Are you sure we can pull this off tomorrow ?"I asked

"Yeah. You know I'm studying to be a dental hygienist, right ?"

I nodded. Kim had told me that before. We had all known that Tasha's mom was the receptionist at Rachel's dentist.

"fountainhead, I used the equipment at Dr. Rosencrantz's office to practice. It's really unproblematic to mesh. Mom mentioned my calling plans and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some men on breeding there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself"

Then she was silent thinking.

"Actually"Tasha said with a Mike's fueled giggled"He was doing quite a bit of"checking out"himself. He spent most of his time talking to my chest. He's old enough to be my Dad, but he's not terrible looking"

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old sept's home base for dates"I said baiting her.

"Ewwwww. That's gross."She said, but she was smiling.

I changed to a serious tone.

"Tasha ?"I began."I need to ask another favor from you ?"

"No, we aren't having sex"she said smirking at me.

"I'm serious."I tried to continue

"Me, too. No sex. I don't think I could do that to Kim, permission or not"she said more grievous than not.

"It's not about sex. Well, it sort of is, in a non-physical way"I answered

"Non physical sex ? That sounds like no fun at all"she said, not helping me at all.

"Tasha !"I interjected and then continued"I need your help tomorrow aurora at the cremation chamber"

"Ewwwww. I don't want to do anything more with dead eubstance. Tomorrow night is decent"

"No. No, organic structure. well, no abruptly ace, anyway. I need to get two release anatomy signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one body. The former is in your truck correctly now."

I paused looking for a response. Tasha looked at least willing to listen me out.

"Jacob, the guy at the crematorium, has a thing for red-heads"I said glancing at her again. She was looking a bit leery.

"His work area has several pin-ups, all red-heads. And, one metre, there was some sort of lawyer that came in while I was there, a plain looking red-head, and he wouldn't shut up about how hot he thought she was."

"And you want me to, what, fuck him ? !"she asked obviously pissed off.

"No ! No ! Hell, no ! I'd never ask you to do that !"I said honestly."But, I was hoping that you might go with me, with maybe a low cut top, and blind drunk pants, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

I said that last constituent, blushing, and very uncomfortable. I didn't have any trouble telling Rachel she had to blow Dr. Syygo, but I respected Tasha.

"And you figure he'll be so dazzled by my red pilus and titty, that he'll sign anything ?"

"Pretty much. This using sex as a distraction thing is working so far. I figure, why not ? But, if you are uncomfortable with it, I'll think of something else"

"I'll do it."She said giving in."But, you are really, really, going to owe me."

"Big Time times two"I agreed

"You can start with another mike's"she finished.

That round ended up being our last. We chatted about subjects not dealing with dead trunk as we finished our boozing. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was smart and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the same notion and values. She had me in tears with one jest and beer coming out my horn in with another. But, after our quaternary boozing, we decided to bid it a night.

As we drove to her place we made plans for the dawning. I would pick her up, in the hearse, no lupus erythematosus. She would pretend to be my cousin from out of Town. I pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building and parked. Tasha got out, walked over to my side, leaned in, and gave me a long wet osculation, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a mischievous grin.

I just shake up my head word as I pulled out and headed home base.

Tasha's kiss was on my mind. She really was cunning. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn't exactly sure what I would tell her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk. I wondered what Kim's reaction would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to reward me for my fidelity and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

I got home and checked the thermoregulator. It was reading 35 level and the freezer was running. perfective. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my watch. It was 11:30. I had a shot. When I walked in the threshold it was Rachel who greeted me from her seat at the kitchen table.

"It's about sentence !"she said immediately deflating my good mood."Kim made me hold off up for you. She said I had to keep an eye on the temperature thingy until you got home."

"Yeah, because YOUR life depends on it"I replied, feeling my wrath rise.

"Whatever."

She said dismissedly and got up from the table. This was her way of conceding the point in time without agreeing with me. That was not my pet part of her personality. Then not willing to go out well enough alone Rachel asked, in that patent-pending ball-busting tone, that I had listened to and hated for five years ;

"So, did you screw that little red-headed slut ?"

That did it.

"You fucking bitch ! How defy you ! Tasha is risking pokey to help you out, and you can sit there and sneer at her ? Insult her ? Like you're so much better than she is ?"

Rachel was silent, which was the indorsement chic matter she could sustain done. telephone number one would have been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not apologize, but I can guarantee she was going to be sorry.

"Get out of those fucking pajamas."I ordered

Rachel was ready for bed. She had on a reduce summer top, no bra, and a pair of PJ shorts.

"Wh…what are you going to do ? She said, with a tremor and a little fearfulness creeping into her words.

"You're getting that ass of yours spanked and then fucked. Strip ! Before I get really pissed."

"Puh…please. I'm sorry. Please don't do that to me."Rachel said looking like she was going to cry.

I took two steps towards her, grabbed the front man of her top and ripped it down. Rachel jumped as the top torus from the collar down passed her luscious C-cups.

Rachel is expend dead gorgeous. We were married for five geezerhood and I never got tired of looking at her torso. She has that classic hour-glass figure, with a minute waistline, and an sweet face. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to keep open herself covered. I finished ripping her PJ top down and jerk it off. Rachel covered herself as she started to blubber.

"D..don't hurt me, pl..pl..please. I'm sorry. I d..didn't mean it"

"Now get out of those shorts or I'll do it for you."

I said my ira starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my cock starting to filtrate against my jeans. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her pantie and shorts. Then she just stood their defenseless, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.

"handwriting behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a exonerate view of her consistency. Rachel did not spend a great deal prison term in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still make out her tan lines, advertising that she swam in a small bikini. The milky White Bikini outline on her tit added to the allure of the situation. I watched as the red/pink of her mamilla rose and fell with her chest.

I grabbed one of her titty and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's weight and how ripe it was.
I let the firm melon skid though my finger until her areola was on my thumb. I worried her lilliputian nub with my thumb, trying to get it to contract. Then in a quick movement, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

"Ah.ah.ah. You must not wake Kim. If Kim wakes up I'll be most distressed with you."I said with an idea popping into my head.

"You've got a serious spanking coming and then I'm going to fuck that incredibly shapely and tight ass of yours. I'm going to savor it immensely. Now you are free to make up all the noise you want, but if you wake Kim up, I'm pulling my stopcock out of your ass, and sticking in that big mouth of yours, and we will just end up up there. How's that speech sound ?'

"No ! Please. Don't make me do that ! That's gross ! Please !"

"leaning on the tabulator !"

I ordered, motioning her towards the sink. Rachel took the few footprint over and put her hands on the counter.

"issue two steps back !"I snapped

She did, but took her hands off the rejoinder.

"Keep your hands on the counter."I commanded.

When Rachel did as I ordered she had to bend at the waist.

"movement you legs farther apart"I continued in a unrelenting voice.

"Please, don't. I'll be good. I promise."Rachel said as she displayed her most private surface area to me.

I basked in her exposure and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over articulatio humeri width apart. Rachel has always had great legs, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't ashen either. They had just enough color to reach you the belief that while she didn't display them often. Every now and then she let the populace gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to feel inside.

My optic followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt stop at her pussy. The pink lips were closed, but her unanimous labium was bouffant and tumefy. I thought I knew why. I put my hand between her peg and rubbed her clitoris and slipped a finger inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you rigorous little pussy wants you to get a spanking, Rachel"I said with a smirk in my voice.

"No ! Please, it, …. I mean I, don't"Please don't"

"stillness"I said"You would hate to ignite Kim."I reminded. She was mum as I continued to rub her kitty, and watching her squirm with superfluity and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

smacking ! The sound of my right hand impacting with Rachel's ass interrupted the quiet of the room and startled Rachel.

"Ow ! she yelped

"Is that Kim I hear coming ?"I asked sarcastically.

"Please. That hurts."

slap !

Rachel only grunted and squirmed as a matching red mitt appeared on the other side of her shapely clean ass.

"Get up on you toes. If your blackguard touch the primer coat before I tell you, I'll go on a higher floor and get the brush."

Rachel tip toed, turning her calves into round balls, and adding a fullness to her ass, that had my tool hard enough to carve stone.

slap ! Slap ! Slap !

I gave Rachel's closemouthed ass buttock three quick swats.

"Ow."Rachel said much more quietly than before."How many are you going to afford me ?"

Slap ! Slap ! smacking !

I evened up the red on her bottom and then paused to resolve interrogation as I rubbed her cunt.

"Oh, I don't know. Until my arm is too tired to paddle you or until you beg me to fuck your tight ass."

"Noooo ! Please don't do that ! It hurts so lots !"

"And maybe you'll remember the botheration before you open that big mouth of yours to insult somebody risking jail to facilitate you"

That thought brought my anger to the cutting edge, nudging out arousal for the bit in the engagement of emotions. The next swats were practically harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a meek burn red, that while showing procession was not satisfying. I got an musical theme. I opened the drawer to Rachel's left and took out a formative spatula. Rachel saw this and started to blubber.

"N.n.nnoo ! P.pplease !

Thack !

The sound was pleasing and even on her reddening ass I could see the outline off the spatula, including the holes for drain. Rachel was not as happy and she jumped on the impact and had to muffle a cry of pain.

"Umm ! No more ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's dead body jumped with each blow and her perfect bosom jiggled and swayed with her travail to dance away the pain on her ass.

"All you have to do is beg me to screw you up your ass, and I'll stop !"

"No. Please don't do that. It hurts. You already got to do that to me once. Please. I'll do anything else you want."

THACK ! THACK ! THACK ! THACK !

I delivered this swats of my now favorite kitchen implement harder than the premature single and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the thought of having my slimy cock put into her backtalk straight person from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her head.

"Aye ! Please kibosh ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each word was punctuated by a heavy setback to her now angry red bottom. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her credit she kept her place. I paused for a endorse to hand her a prospect to speak.

"My pegleg are cramping. Can I stop tip-toeing ?"

"No. The infliction will do you good."

"Please. It hurts."she whimpered.

I'm just an old softie.

"What do I get ?"I asked.

Rachel was not sure what I was asking. She knew I wanted her to offer up something sexual. But, she wasn't sure if she had to beg for an ass piece of ass, or if something else would clear her a light break. She took a fortune.

"You could do me while I'm all bent over like this ?"she offered quickly

Thack !

"Is that the best you can do ?"I answered, but thinking that filling her pussy right now did sound like fun.

"Ow ! Uh. Um."She stammered, debating with herself."I'll give you some head for the first time, too !"

Rachel hated to have a cock in her mouth. Blowjobs were rare when we were married. They were reserved for times when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

"Ok"

I answered a short too quickly. That realisation triggered a red iris. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her fuddled picayune cunt, instead of that vice-grip ass she was still displaying for me ? Maybe.

"On you knees"I ordered

Rachel complied and waited for me to undo my pants.

"You want to suck my gumshoe so bad, you go get it."I told her in a tone with no humor.

Rachel's hired man were shaking as she undid the waist button and unzipped my fly. She eased my denim down and with them my underclothing as well. As soon as my prick sprang free, she took it in her hand and guided me to her mouth.

The wet, affectionate feeling as her tongue went under my cock and her mouth closed on my Hammond organ was intoxicating. choler had given up it's lead many moments ago and was now in fourth place, trailing stimulation, Lust, and Power.

Rachel began to bob back and Forth River, in a moderately quick style. I was quickly ramping up to an burst. The evening with Tasha had my libido all-encompassing awake, the alcohol had fueled the fervidness, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex, had my cock to decimal point of acting like a fire hose. The thought of Rachel trying to get out of her ass ass brought me down to ground and I grabbed the hairsbreadth on the back of her head, stopping her cold.

"Go slow."I ordered"I'm cumming in your ass. If I cum anywhere, but your ass, I'm taking you outdoor and beating your ass, while you look at the dead consistence we have in the deep freezer. You need to check some fashion and a lesson on what you are putting people through. Got it ?"

world power was definitely leading the pack mightily now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my stopcock still half in her backtalk, and her eyes staring to swell up. Rachel began again, this prison term slow and deliberately. God, did that experience good. Rachel milked my pecker each clip she pulled back and then took me to the backbone of her throat each time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a couple of inch of my dick not in her mouth.

"take up it all"I told her as I pushed my shaft in.

I felt her combat my button, but knowing she had to open in. When my peter hit tonsils, she shifted her head to a new angle and pushed herself on me. My cock slipped down her throat stopping only when her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhh"I breathed out, and I put both manpower on the back of her head and pulled her into me, as I pushed forward. I pumped her throat lightly. Her pharynx wrapped around the mind of my rooster, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that tight feeling around my whole electric organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

"Get up and crouch the ass over"I said urgently.

Rachel did as she was told and her still red ass was offering itself to me in less time than it took to read this. I guided my turncock to her kitty, swiped it up to find the tunnel and rammed myself in to the hilt in one gesture.

A chill ran up my spine as Rachel jumped with the sudden intrusion. I pulled back and then started to quickly pump in and out of Rachel, feeling the tight, wet, heat of her slit convey me and start to draw the coming out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's hips into me as my step quicken, and magnate started to gain on Lust, ordering me to drive my turncock to her soul. The audio of our hip group meeting made a liquid slapping audio, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

"Are you set up to go outside to end you spanking ?"I grunted out"I'm almost ready to cum."

"No ! Please !"She cried out.

Panic had crept into her voice. I knew she was worried about being away, naked. She was interest someone might see. She was worried about the pain I would visit, but she was most concerned about having to take care at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the corpse earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my rear end"she blurted out, fully expecting these magic trick Bible to have me to hold on pounding her cunt like a jackhammer. I kept going.

"Oh, God. Rachel. I'm getting so close. You have to BEG me to fuck your ass"

She hesitated ; to her this was the ultimate in degradation. But, was it less so than what she would get outside ?

"Please, I want you to love my butt."She said flatly, but urgently, as my pace had quickened signally I was getting close.

"You don't sound like you want it to me"I managed to get out while trying to slow up down.

"I do ! I do ! delight fuck my butt."Rachel said much more urgently.

"Your what ?"I asked

"My ass ! Please ! I want your cock up my nasty ass !"Rachel nearly screamed.

lust had taken the lead, and Arousal and Anger were in the aloofness fighting for third.

I pulled completely out of Rachel's cunt, maybe a endorse, two at the most, from blowing a hole through her with my climax. I could palpate my cock pulsing and jump. Even with Rachel's wet pussy not milking the ejaculation out of me, I was in danger of it finding it's own way out. That would be so disappointing. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my cock stopped it throbbing and my pulsation came down from the stratosphere. I took a couple of calming breathes.

I put my thumb in Rachel's wet cunt to get some lubrication, pulled it out and then pressed on her small rosebud. Rachel jumped.

"cargo area still and relax. You begged to be fucked in your derriere and it's coming."

I wormed my thumb into Rachel's wet bung hole, marveling that I was about to satisfy it with my own cock. I was thinking about running upstairs to get the AstroGlide and an applicator when inspiration struck.

While, still finger fucking Rachel's ass I opened the lowest drawer and pulled out a small joker baster. I have never basted a turkey in my life, and I doubt this instrument was ever going to be used for that design. But it's long subway will maintain a lot of oil and it's narrow tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me draw out that out and I saw her optic go wide.

"Are you going to put that in me ? !"she said with no modest academic degree of shock.

"You'd rather I fuck your ass, dry ?"I shot back.

Rachel was silent as I pulled my thumb out, and got the veggie oil out of cupboard above her head.

"You're going to gum me up."she complained.

"Dry it is"I said and pressed my still violently grueling turncock in the ecumenical area of her preclude entrance.

"No ! No ! Use the oil, please !"

I was filling the underground as she complained. I lubed up the whole contraption with additional oil and checked that there were no rough edges. Then I eased the tip into Rachel's ass. I saw her stiffen up, so I swatted her still very red butt cheek with me resign hand.

"Goddammit ! Will you relax !"

Rachel made an effort to do as I asked and I worked the tapering end into her tight fix.

"This is arrant"Rachel complained.

I pushed the baster in past the tapered tip and to the wide vacuum tube part. As I did this I landed a very loud swat to Rachel's ass.

SWAT ! !

"Ow ! !"she cried out

"Hush !"I ordered as I pushed the thermionic valve in farther, opening Rachel's rosebud even wider.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."She complained"Go easy that hurts !"

I answered by pushing it in another inch farther and squeezing the bulb at the end. I saw a look of disgust appear on Rachel's face, which changed to pain as I pushed the vacuum tube farther inside.

"No more, please !"That's far enough, OK ?"

It was only another two inch until it was all the way in and I couldn't avail myself. I steadily pushed the thermionic tube until only the India rubber bulb was visible. sevener column inch of enlighten charge plate was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the bulb again, and then eased it back out.

More than a little of the oil came with it. I quickly took off my cloths. I was amazed that the thought of getting oil on them caused me to hesitate. But, I was naked before Rachel could complain again. I smeared some of the leak out oil onto my cock and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly virginal hollow. My head touched it and she jumped.

"Pleasssee"she tried begging one More time.

I pretended to misunderstand.

"Sure, Rachel"I said as I pushed..hard.

"Owwwwww ! No ! Stop !"she said much louder than anytime so far.

I felt the shiver return as the head of my cock popped in past her outer ring and then was squeezed to a stop. Oh, was she tight.

"How is my oily dick going to taste, Rachel ?"I managed to get out as lecherousness took the lead, and began to assert that I ram my cock home.

I felt Rachel relax and I pushed in. Her compressed ass gave ground grudgingly.

"Ow. Ow. Go boring ! Please, go tardily !"

I was going as slack as I could. Rachel's ass was squeezing my cock so miserly I wasn't sure I could get anything to come out when I came. I bottomed out and I felt by balls slap lightly against Rachel's ignored pussy.

"Rub you cunt."I commanded. When she didn't reaching between her legs instantly, I gave a quick driving force of my hips to add a little punctuation mark when I told her again.

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

This clip she did, and I could see by her arm social movement that she was going full bore. I savored having Rachel doing these thing she hated. In five days of marriage, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the second base time in LE than a calendar week, it was mine.

I pulled almost of the way out and labor in grueling.

"Owwwww ! Please not so hard ! It really hurts !'

"Rub you pussy punishing"I offered and I was not going to be gentle.

Rachel had loosed up a bit, as I started to pump her ass. Maybe she was relaxing or maybe her ass was finally stretching out, but regardless it made my job easier. I pumped faster.

"Oh ! Yes !"I exclaimed"Do you like this, Rachel ? Do you like my cock up your ass ?"

"N..no ! It hurts !"she said through clenched teeth.

"Well, I like it a lot !"I said as I thrust a little hard to add emphasis.

"Ow. Please, hurry ! It hurts !"she said sounding like tears were coming.

I didn't care ; I was just two steps from heaven on a downhill side. I pulled Rachel into me using her hips as my handle and our bodies made a very fill, smacking sound as they met.

"Umm ! Umm ! Umm ! Ow ! Please ! Ow ! continued Rachel just trying to survive the reaming her minuscule starfish was taking.

"You me want to eat up in your sass ?"I asked, not really wanting to hold back, but figuring I would bear on a button.

"Noooo !"she wailed"Please just hurriedness ! My laughingstock is on fire !"

"Tell me you love it up your ass."I ordered"And make me conceive it"

"Owww ! I can't !"she cried.

I fucked harder, increasing her pain.

"Oh, Ron ! Oh, Ron !"she stammered out through gritted teeth"I love it up the ass !"

She didn't really voice convincing, but I was way to close to coming to like too much. I let go with one deal, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfective tense bosom and mauled it. I found the mammilla, and just as I felt my globe contract and let fly with my seed, I gave the nub a violet twist.

"Owwwwwww !"Rachel screamed, into her mitt, muffling the worst of it. I still thought Kim would be coming shortly, which was my plan.

But the pain had caused Rachel to tense up every muscle in her torso, just as I gave my final deep thrust to discharge my testicle into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's consistency as one, two and three shots fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both pelvis and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

Black dapple appeared in my visual modality and I felt lightheaded. Lights flashed behind my eyes and I was wondering where all the air was. I could feel my heart hammer, but everything else seemed to possess stopped. Then, as flying as it had begun, my flood tide retreated and I took in a bass breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did sense a piddling sorry for her, now that wrath, lecherousness, Arousal, and Power had all been satiated. But, I reminded myself what had set this off.

"Now, tell me what you think of Tasha."

"sniff..sniff…Tasha is a great mortal for helping me and if you guys had sex it was because she is a giving person."

"Much honest"I complimented, genuinely surprised at how easy those words came for her.

I let my cock ease out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetising salmagundi of oil, seed, and maybe a small fecal thing that drained out behind me. If there was any blood, I couldn't see it.

I stooped down and got Rachel's ruined PJ top, and wiped my cock with it. Rachel stayed bent grass over, perhaps waiting for permission. I stepped beside her, turned on the faucet and got the weewee warm. I wet the cloth and the proceeded to clean up my ex.

"How's you minuscule butt cakehole ?"I asked with a admixture of business organisation and self-satisfaction.

"It hurts"she whined, but then thought good of her answer."But, it's not too bad, now that it's over."

"good. call back the pain and feeling the next metre you think of insulting Tasha"

I picked up my clothes and walked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

I tossed my dress into the hamper as I walked into my way and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her incline. She was covered with a sheet to her waist. Rachel's body had taken the lust out of my trunk, but I still coveted the feel of Kim's firm organic structure against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My good hand would naturally find her right white meat and my putz would cuddle between her ass brass, like a rabbit in it's tunnel. For some reason, this would put me to sleep in minute. The fact that we had usually fucked like smut star right before might have something to do with it.

I was as quiet as I could be getting into bed. I wasn't worried about Kim being angry with me for what I had just done to her Sister. I was for sure she would be okay with it. She might have wanted to get in on the fun, but she wouldn't begrudge me teaching her sister a lesson. No, she just looked so sweet I didn't want to wake her.

But, I failed. She stirred awake as I got into bed and assumed my habitual position. She covered my manus with hers as I cupped her boob and then asked sleepily.

"Was Tasha a good fille ?"

I wasn't sure if I should explain everything. It just felt incorrectly to tell Kim I had not fucked her best friend. That thought sounded wrong and it gave me suspension. This was so confusing. So I took the Sir Noel Pierce Coward's way out.

"Tasha was great."I said quietly. Kim could infer whatever she wanted.

"That's nice."Kim said as she nuzzled her bottom against me, seeking my warmth, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘ That was a little odd'I thought to myself. I thought she would need contingent or something. But, it was like she had asked if my softball secret plan had gone all right. I did not sleep as well as I normally did.

I awoke the next morning a little tired. I got ready and kissed Kim cheerio. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever lesson bread and butter or distraction she could provide. But, I thought bringing two girls would be too much. One, I could say, was my out of township cousin and she was hanging with me for the break of the day. But, if there were two girls flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets fishy.

Anyway, this was going to be an interesting morning time. I needed to get to the morgue early and get the Jane Doe loaded up. I have to be there early, because if Julius, the morgue co-occurrence is there he will require to go. It's a sort of an unenforced policy that two guys go when you take a body to the cremation chamber. I'm not for certain why. Maybe they are worried about workman's comprehensive examination claims, even though one person can plow the gurney just OK. Maybe they are concerned about snake god, but as we are issued no arm, manuals on fetish, or even rock Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, I'm thinking that isn't it. We joke about zombi spirit a lot and Julius is fun to be around, but he would definitely be a problem today if he came.

After I got the dead wagon loaded I would swing by and break up up Tasha. I was more than a little curious to see how she would clip for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no doubt it would be impressive and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my plan is in Fate's hands. wellspring, I suppose it would be to a greater extent exact to say the program was deposited equally in Tasha's top and Jacob's pants. I know what I want to find, but I don't recognise how or if it will come off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a full minute and a one-half before normal. I prayed that Julius was not also in former. I needed to venture like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the pretend excuse of ignoring Dr. Syygo's two man policy, because Julius was just not usable. Maybe the virtuoso had lined up, because Savannah, Dr Syygo's omnipresent escritoire told me that Dr. Syygo had given Julius the day off. If I'd have known that I would give slept in. I called Tasha and let her know I would not be there to pick her up until 8:30ish. There was no point in rushing out at this early on minute if I didn't have to. It would only look suspicious later.

The morning went so smooth I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in store for me. There were no new casing to process for the morning. I had only a little subroutine write up and paperwork to contend with. Even that could have been put off until tomorrow. Then the capper ; Dr Syygo took the day off as well. The only time I have ever seen my boss take a day off, that wasn't planned a month in advance, was when his married woman was in a car accident. She was OK, but he still checked in later that good afternoon.

With all of this workings in my favor, I was sure that disaster was in entrepot for me. My imagination went it to overuse. Jacob will be on holiday and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, straight person female person will be working in his blank space. Or maybe, the police force will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematorium. They would be prepare to pounce on me for stealing one body and trying to commit fraud with my two course and one body gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red brightness level, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the seat beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the utterly wagon. That was a stern no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a snake god who was not amused by all of the jocularity Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was certain to materialise, and I was making myself dotty thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's apartment without running any red Christ Within or attracting the attention of even a single automaton. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a ready glimpse as she waved through her windowpane. I kept an eye on her door hoping that Tasha's rig would perturb me from the impending doom I was imagining. She did not let down.

As soon as she made her appearing in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a black one composition frock. The top was completely strapless and the posterior hem just kissed her mid thigh. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a thermionic tube top, and only Tasha's ample titty were providing the detrition that kept it from sliding down. I thought at 1st she was wearing a strapless bra to provide sustenance, but her erect nipples dispelled that thought. The rest of her outfit was a couple of high heel sandals that make Tasha's wooden leg tone longer. She had her haircloth down and it hung like a mane highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking green eyes.

All thoughts of zombies had disappeared, but my pants suddenly seemed a little tight in the front.

"Will this do ?"

Tasha asked as she eased in to my car. I must possess been staring as the side by side thing I heard was Tasha's vocalization, with a humorous timbre.

"Earth to Ron. Earth to Ron. How do I look ?"

"Jacob's not going to screw what hit him. You look fucking hot !"

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to save my center on the route, but each clock time Tasha said something, I would glance at her and my eyes would ramble down. I decided I was likely wrong and she was bigger than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the short-change metre we were in the car she had to attract her top up at to the lowest degree three metre. I did myself no favors. I kept thinking it would take no sweat at all to pull it down and see Tasha's heavenly world. I kept reminding myself to focus. Mercifully, it was only about 15 arcminute to the crematorium.

We parked in front of the unloading area and Tasha and I went inside. The receptionist buzzed us in, and I headed for the back where Francois Jacob should be working. I wasn't sure if he would be working at the furnace or at his cube. I knew the way to both ; this was far from my first time here. We found Francois Jacob at his cube. He looked up when he heard us coming.

"Ron ! How are you, buddy ?"Jacob said, but he was not seeing me. He had oculus only for my red-haired fellow.

"Who is this ?"Jacob said with his eyes wide and his mouth not fully closing after the row escaped.

"This is my cousin, Tasha. She is visiting from out of town. I've got this organic structure I need you to take care of and then I have the rest of the day off. I'm going to show her around town."

I said all of this too fast and I thought I sounded like a criminal. Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the only when word that registered was ‘ torso ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my remains.

"Really ? How long are you here for, Tasha ? Francois Jacob asked.

I could pick up the wheels turning and the aroma the locoweed as Jacob was trying to come up with a plan to ask her out.

"Sign this."I said as I handed him the clipboard with Jane Doe's information on it."Then I was kind of hoping you might indicate Tasha the works here. She's never seen a cremation chamber and she thinks it's cool."

We had worked this lame fib out in progress. It had only one chance to process, and that was only if Jacob was so afflict with Tasha he would hear only"appearance Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cup, Francois Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the patch staring at Tasha's thorax. Tasha and I exchanged a quick coup d'oeil and knowing smile. We were half way there.

"Sure !"Jacob exclaimed as he finished his theme song and handed the clipboard back to me. His oculus never left Tasha and she played along.

"That is so Nice of you, Jake ! Can I call you, Jake ?"Tasha said with a little spring that inched her top down a bit. Francois Jacob, who I knew hated to be called Jake, noticed the new cleavage and said, a bit mesmerized.

"Yeah, call me Jake."

Jacob shook his point to earn it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would require to commemorate the ID number on the contour for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe form and Julia's unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so intent on not missing a 1 bender of Tasha's body, he didn't notice any thing I did. He was also about to delegate the task of recording the ID data. Thank God for big dumbbell.

"disk the number for me, OK Ron ?"

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the organic structure to arrive at sure the good ash got to the right folk. I needed Jane Doe's ash to end up with Julia's family. This ID number would see that it happened that way.

Tasha took charge and let Jacob fawn over her, offering her a drink, and pointing out every corner and crevice of the construction as we made our way to the dock domain. He grabbed a gurney and we made our way out to the hearse. I help him onus Jane Doe on the gurney and we went back inside.

Jacob yammered the whole clock time, trying to strike the hell out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to depend interested, but I could tell she did not like the estimation of messing with another organic structure. She asked interrogative sentence and would yell as much tending to her breasts as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as lots as Jacob. Tasha really did look skillful in that tiny frock. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha's pelvis sway one way and then the other. The dress would make a light swishing phone in time with her sway. It was a piffling mesmerizing. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was sure she had either no underclothing or was wearing a G-string. I stared at her well formed bottom for many minute trying to observe panty melodic phrase. There weren't any.

We got to the prep way and Jacob did his macho routine, explaining what he had to do and how if she was squeamish, she might want to entrust. Tasha decided to do just that, and asked where the dame elbow room was. As the door closed shut Francois Jacob almost shouted.

"Ron, you have to help me with her. I will owe you. Please, do me a solid here"

I was ready for this.

"Jacob, you're a great guy and everything, but she's not going out with you. She has a boyfriend back family. He's a big, mother-fucking construction worker, and she's in love. Checking out those pap is as close down as you'll get."

Jacob looked like Noel had been canceled and Santa Claus was blaming him.

"fashion plate, cousin-german or not, I'd be all over that if I thought I had a probability. But, all she talk of the town about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so overnice. Bobby is so substantial. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to have to enjoy looking."

Then he brightened up.

"Do you think she would drive a picture with me ? Something I could put on my paries ?"

I didn't see that coming. I had noticed his moving picture, but I didn't think there were any with him and a daughter.

"She might."I said with a note of hypothesis in my voice"Do you need me to ask her ?"

"Yeah !"he said enthusiastically. Then he paused and added"But don't make it sound like I'm desperate or anything"

"Sure, Jacob."

I pulled out my telephone set, keyed up the name and address playscript, and handed it to him.

"Key in your number"I said.

He did and handed it back to me as Tasha walked back in

"Are you boys done, yet ?"she asked

"dickhead !"Francois Jacob and I said together.

"Sorry, Tasha. We have barely begun"I said

"fountainhead, I'll just bear to address my eyes"Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She's playing the interested female very well. But, I'd better get this moving before something gets fucked up.

All we really needed to do was to get Julia in the cremation casket. Francois Jacob would need to inspect the body for scars that might point an implanted medical devise. Those cause a lot of damage if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were cicatrice, but none of them operative, and only one large enough for a sinoatrial node. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found nothing. We had her in the casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few minutes.

Francois Jacob turned his attending back to Tasha.

"Do you want to press the button ?"Francois Jacob asked Tasha's boobs

This crematorium is a state of the art facility. Once you have the torso in the casket, and the casket on the slab, you push a clitoris and the reckoner takes over. A door opens, the jewel casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 hours the body is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

Tasha said breathlessly, like she was being asked to be a justice on American English matinee idol. I was starting to worry that she was hamming it up too much.

"Sure, come over here and I'll show you."

Tasha did, making sure as shooting her boobs brushed against him. I thought Francois Jacob was going to cum in his pants. He made a big product of showing her all the bells and whistling, and showing her what every dial and gauge was for. Finally he pointed to the commons release, Tasha pushed it, and the coffin started to roll in.

‘ Finally'I thought. It was show prison term. I already had my clipboard cook and I handed it to Jacob.

"Hold this, Francois Jacob. I want to get a characterization of you two."I said.

"cuddle in confining"I added as I framed the scene on my speech sound.

Oh and he did. He had her in tight and was holding her shank like he would die he let go. Tasha looked uncomfortable for a profligate second gear and then relaxed.

The electronic shutter click announced the picture was taken. I had them sit for a couple of more. Jacob was in heaven as he repositioned himself around Tasha differently for each one. I finished and then walked over to them.

"Lem me see."Jacob said a bit queasy, handing me back my clipboard.

I was about to hand him the phone, when I glanced at the clipboard and said.

"You forgot to sign it"

This was the moment of verity. How distracted was he ? I studied his face for a response. His heart were on my phone, but shifted to the clipboard as I passed it back. He didn't even hesitate. He scribbled a quick signature and handed it back. I exchanged it for my phone which already had the first gear picture pulled up. I ripped off his written matter and set it on the ledge.

"Hey ! We look reasonably good."

Francois Jacob said as he cycled through the three shots and then handed the earphone to Tasha.

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to offer a transcript of the pics to Jacob. Francois Jacob's centre were back on the earphone, as he was making each motion picture bigger. I quickly pointed at the earphone and tried to mime sending a picture to Francois Jacob. But, she just gave me the confused look. She just shook her head, exasperated, and got in close to Jacob to see the pictures. I guess I was going to have to suggest it. I was just about to when Tasha spoke.

"Ron ? You should send a transcript of these to Jacob. He was so nice to show me around and I don't want him to blank out me."

Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in disbelief. I agreed, of course, and made a point in time of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's number in my phone already. I whisked the pictures off. Jacob looked like he was going to break loose. I thought I should take him down a nick, just in case he thought about pressing his destiny and asking Tasha out. I really did not want him calling me day after day, asking about her.

"There. All done. I think we should probably not send written matter to your beau, though. You know how jealous Bobby gets"I said trying to put across, with my eyes, to Tasha. She was immediate on the intake this time.

"Oh, he's just a big teddy bear"she began"But, you're probably right. He beat the tar out of the finale guy he thought hit on me"

Jacob deflated, but he was much better a import later, when Tasha hugged him sayonara and told him what fun it had been. I was a bit jealous as I watched Tasha's breasts crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the doorway, into the business office domain, and towards the look doorway. Jacob stopped at the response domain and we said our final examination adios. Tasha and I didn't say another word until we were in the car.

"We did it !"I shouted"You were fucking awesome !"

Tasha smiled and asked

"Now what happens ?"

"wellspring, when Jacob is done in there, he will put the ash in a shipping box, and direct them to Julia's parents. All the ash tree look alike, so they won't be able to tell the difference. I'll put a fake number in the ID tag field on Jane Doe's form. It won't matter as there aren't any ash tree to institutionalize. The address to beam the ash tree to is back to the mortuary. I'll indicate on the form I received the ashes and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both forms will get filed in their respective folders and unless someone really starts investigating and asking doubt, everything should be fine."

"So, as far as the morgue is concerned, both bodies have already been cremated ?"

"Yup. We should be in the light with the mortuary"

"So, you officially owe me Big Time prison term two"Tasha asked seriously.

"I do. I'm you're slave"

"Good. Let's go over to my position. I changed my nous. I do need to birth sex with you."

I felt my eyebrow shoot up and I nearly got whip as my top dog spun to look at her. One two-word thought burst into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……