“ 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 room access of her begetter's truck. She looked sexy as hell. I took a long look at her.

Tasha has shoulder joint length, flaming red whisker. It was good and framed the pale skin of her grimace. The red brought out the bottleful green coloring material of her heart and the smattering of dismount freckles. Her facial expression is very attractive and after her striking eyes, her good mouth are it's most enunciate feature. My eyes drifted down to her tee shirt get across chest. Tasha usually wore clothes that hid her turgid chest. She had a fairly low build that made her D-cups look even self-aggrandising. I had never seen More than a niggling segmentation. I have checked often.

Her pelvis flared out a bit encompassing than she would have liked. I'd heard her mention her"big butt"on affair, 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 jeans and though she wasn't facing the compensate guidance, I had already noted how well she filled them out.

‘ Oh, fuck'I thought. ‘ What do I do now ? ‘ I decided to just serve the question. I felt a little rose-cheeked and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

"Sure"

It came out a lilliputian nervous and high pitched. I over compensated and then my spokesperson sounded more like Barry Edward D. White when I asked her to grab the annexe electric cord and thermostat from inside. I expected the short 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 truck and noticed that the lid of the deep-freeze was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would need to line up the trunk. I was not wrong. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really need to stop intellection of her as a person, it was going to be backbreaking 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 legs up, and spreading them apart. The position was not respectful, but her torso needed to lie between her human knee so the lid would close down. I would also be able to drag her out a little easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

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

"Glad I'm not the simply one who is a little 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 sustain been all over her crack. But, even Kim's to begin with permission to have a go at it her best protagonist, did not look to grant me absolution.

"I cleared it with Kim"she added.

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

"I just need to lecture"she added sensing my intimate conflict"Promise."

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

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

I took the thermostat from Tasha and dropped the probe inside. The probe would acquire the inwardly temperature and send it to the thermostat. The deep freezer would be plugged into the same thermostat unit. The unit gets plugged into a fence sales outlet. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermostat would cut the power. When it rose a degree above the set point the power would be restored and the deep freezer would begin to cool down again. I'd picked this nifty little gadget up from a store that specializes in making home beer. I doubt they would have guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the extension electric cord to get mogul from the outside electric outlet by the porch. I set the thermostat at 34 degrees and listened as the freezer hummed to life-time and began to chill. The digital readout said 54 grade. We had kept the deep-freeze running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hours ago. I watched it for a few consequence and the temporary reading changed to 53 stage. I stunt man checked the set point. Satisfied, I climbed down.

I looked around. Luckily my neighbor who shared this limit with my rented firm had moved away and his sign was vacant. With the truck backed in and shield by a tree in the back yard, the freezer could not be seen. It could be heard, but only if you were close. I was still hesitant to leave.

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

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

Tasha was out in about two bit. I imagine they talked about 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. Rookies was a dear selection. On a Th dark, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to keep the postponement stave busy, but not so loud that we would suffer to call to be heard. We did not require to worry about who else might be listening.

"Are you alright ?"I asked her for what seem like the hundredth time as I pulled away from the curb.

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

"This is all moving so fast. You guys have had time to support all of this."

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

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

I was silent as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This whole matter was moving fast. Sunday the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four days later I have a dead torso in the back of Tasha's truck. Our design has us burning that body day after tomorrow. fast. Very fast. All of my wit magnate has been focused on making the plan work.

"You saw Kim's home. I saw Kim and Rachel tied up, and Kim's bosom cut. I think these citizenry are serious."I finally answered

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

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

"Rachel and Kim mean ?"she said with a mite of incredulity"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 self-assurance that I didn't feel.

Tasha seemed to sense my simulated bluster 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 answer my doubtfulness. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a Blue synodic month, the Big League sizing, and Tasha ordered a mike's Hard Lemonade. The drinks were there before Tasha got back from her trip to the bathroom.

"Is that any thoroughly ?"I asked, chin up 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 explain what is going on. Somebody did all of the matter that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my well Quaker and if she needs help, I'm going to help. But, something look wrong to me."Tasha said as she took a two-fold gulp of her Mike's.

"How so ?"I asked

"Well, for one matter, 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 little girl"she editorialized"So, why did she bear on us together tonight ?'

"push button ?"I said, still confused.

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

"After doing that, this all started to look wrong. When I mentioned talking, Kim said that I should spill the beans to you."Tasha said uncomfortably.

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

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

"We've played games with guys in the past ; her going with my boyfriend, 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 sleep with me ? That form of thing."

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

"I know. It was eminent school drama crap. But, Kim and I never seemed to be with a guy that we loved. You know high school, if you aren't with a guy, people think something is wrong with you. So, it never felt entirely wrong to play these games, but it never seemed right wing either. It's the like uneasy feeling 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 thinking she if just really grateful that you are helping"

I said omitting the constituent where Kim gave me license to fuck her hot beneficial friend.

"Maybe. Kim has always had different 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 Mike'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 sense 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 smiling and shaking her head.

"What if I told you that Kim gave me permission to accept 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 business firm, but then realizing I didn't want to know her answer. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is interested and I am being unfaithful or she isn't and my ego gets bruised.

"Well, let me put it this way. book binding in high schooltime when we would encounter our biz with the other's boyfriend, we always had license to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing More than kissing and Light necking. Later, they'd get a text substance separation about an 60 minutes 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 make her blessing ? If, that is so, why are we here and what about Rachel's comment 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 look, and then seeing the flavour on my face continued.

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

I wasn't for certain 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 get been a smell of jealousy. There was definitely some kind of hard emotion tainting her words.

"I imagine Kim mentioned my sex aliveness with Rachel ?"I said definitely feeling the set free effects of the alcohol, 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 ledgeman and if I didn't know better, I'd swear she hated me. I know that if she is being"accommodating ”, soul 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 wrench on her swallow. 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 tooth doctor.

"well, I used the equipment at Dr. Rosencrantz's office to practice. It's really simple to manoeuvre. Mom mentioned my career architectural plan and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some hand on grooming there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself"

Then she was still thinking.

"Actually"Tasha said with a Mike's fueled titter"He was doing quite a bit of"checking out"himself. He spent about of his prison term talking to my breast. He's old enough to be my Dad, but he's not painful looking"

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old folk's home for appointment"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 persist in

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

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

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

"Tasha !"I interjected and then continued"I need your service tomorrow dayspring at the cremation chamber"

"Ewwwww. I don't want to do anything more with bushed physical structure. Tomorrow nighttime is enough"

"No. No, eubstance. well, no dead 1, anyway. I need to get two dismissal figure signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one body. The early is in your hand truck rightfield now."

I paused looking for a response. Tasha looked at to the lowest degree willing to find out me out.

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

"His work area has respective pin-up, all red-heads. And, one clock time, there was some sorting of attorney 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 ! inferno, 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 tight knickers, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

I said that endure persona, blushing, and very uncomfortable. I didn't have any worry telling Rachel she had to mess up Dr. Syygo, but I respected Tasha.

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

"Pretty much. This using sex as a misdirection matter 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 clip times two"I agreed

"You can start out with another Mike's"she finished.

That round ended up being our hold up. We chatted about subjects not dealing with utter consistency as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was smart and witty. We seemed to give a lot of the same beliefs and economic value. She had me in tears with one trick and beer coming out my nose with another. But, after our quarter deglutition, we decided to call it a night.

As we drove to her place we made plans for the dawn. I would clean her up, in the hearse, no less. 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 position, leaned in, and gave me a long wet kiss, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a arch grinning.

I just shook my caput as I pulled out and headed home.

Tasha's kiss was on my idea. She really was cute. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn't exactly sure what I would state her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk of the town. I wondered what Kim's response would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to honour me for my fidelity and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

I got domicile and checked the thermostat. It was reading 35 degrees and the freezer was running. Perfect. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my watch. It was 11:30. I had a guesswork. When I walked in the doorway it was Rachel who greeted me from her butt at the kitchen table.

"It's about time !"she said immediately deflating my upright modality."Kim made me wait 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 choler rise.

"Whatever."

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

"So, did you make out that little red-headed adulteress ?"

That did it.

"You fucking squawk ! How dare you ! Tasha is risking jail to facilitate you out, and you can sit there and sneer at her ? contumely her ? Like you're so much estimable than she is ?"

Rachel was silent, which was the second impertinent affair she could have done. bit one would have been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not rationalise, but I can ensure she was going to be sorry.

"Get out of those fucking pajamas."I ordered

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

"Wh…what are you going to do ? She said, with a microseism and a little fear 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 battlefront of her top and ripped it down. Rachel jumped as the top torus from the collar down passed her luscious C-cups.

Rachel is drop dead gorgeous. We were married for five yr and I never got tired of looking at her body. She has that classic hour-glass figure, with a narrow waist, and an angelic facial expression. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to keep herself covered. I finished ripping her PJ top down and yank 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 wrath starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my cock starting to strain against my jeans. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her panties and shorts. Then she just stood their au naturel, covering her boob with one arm and her pussy with the other.

"Hands behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a clear view of her soundbox. Rachel did not pass a good deal time in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still spend a penny out her tan lines, publicizing that she swam in a modest two-piece. The milky snowy bikini outline on her breasts added to the allure of the situation. I watched as the red/pink of her mammilla rose and fell with her breast.

I grabbed one of her pap and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's exercising weight and how good it was.
I let the business firm melon slip though my fingers until her areola was on my ovolo. I worried her little nub with my thumb, trying to get it to contract. Then in a quick motion, 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 unhappy 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 pixilated ass of yours. I'm going to relish it immensely. Now you are costless to progress to all the noise you want, but if you wake Kim up, I'm pulling my dick out of your ass, and sticking in that big mouth of yours, and we will just eat up up there. How's that sound ?'

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

"Lean on the sideboard !"

I ordered, motioning her towards the sink. Rachel took the few stride over and put her hired hand on the counter.

"Take two steps back !"I snapped

She did, but took her helping hand off the counter.

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

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

"Move you legs farther apart"I continued in a stern voice.

"Please, don't. I'll be good. I promise."Rachel said as she displayed her about individual areas to me.

I basked in her vulnerability and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over shoulder width apart. Rachel has always had heavy peg, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't snowy either. They had just enough color to give you the impression that while she didn't display them often. Every now and then she let the mankind gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to find privileged.

My oculus followed them up as the turn back V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt check at her pussy. The pink rim were closed, but her entirely labium was puffy and egotistic. I thought I knew why. I put my hand between her branch and rubbed her clit and slipped a finger's breadth inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you plastered slight kitty-cat 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"

"Hush"I said"You would hate to wake Kim."I reminded. She was silent as I continued to rub her pussy, and watching her squirm with embarrassment and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

smack ! The auditory sensation of my redress 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."

smack !

Rachel only grunted and squirmed as a matching red hand appeared on the former incline of her shapely livid ass.

"Get up on you toes. If your heels touch the priming 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 cock hard enough to carve stone.

Slap ! Slap ! smacking !

I gave Rachel's closest ass cheek three fast swats.

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

Slap ! Slap ! smacking !

I evened up the red on her butt and then paused to answer query as I rubbed her cunt.

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

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

"And maybe you'll remember the pain before you open that big mouth of yours to insult someone risking jail to help you"

That thought brought my Anger to the forefront, nudging out foreplay for the consequence in the battle of emotions. The next swats were lots harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a balmy erythema solare red, that while showing onward motion was not satisfying. I got an theme. I opened the drawer to Rachel's left and took out a plastic spatula. Rachel saw this and started to blubber.

"N.n.nnoo ! P.pplease !

Thack !

The speech sound was pleasing and even on her reddening ass I could see the synopsis off the spatula, including the holes for drainage. Rachel was not as glad and she jumped on the impact and had to repress a cry of pain.

"Umm ! No more ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's physical structure jumped with each reversal and her perfect breasts jiggled and swayed with her efforts to dance away the pain on her ass.

"All you have to do is beg me to fuck 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 late 1 and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the idea of having my vile shaft put into her oral cavity straight from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her nous.

"Aye ! Please lay off ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each word was punctuated by a heavy blow to her now wild red bottom. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her cite she kept her posture. I paused for a second to open her a chance to speak.

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

"No. The pain will do you good."

"Please. It hurts."she whimpered.

I'm just an old softy.

"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 nookie, or if something else would bring in her a short interruption. She took a chance.

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

Thack !

"Is that the considerably 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 get-go, too !"

Rachel hated to sustain a stopcock in her backtalk. Blowjobs were rare when we were married. They were reserved for metre when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

"Ok"

I answered a little too quickly. That actualization triggered a red flag. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her tight niggling 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 cock so bad, you go get it."I told her in a feeling with no humor.

Rachel's hands were shaking as she undid the waist push button and unzipped my fly. She eased my denim down and with them my underwear as well. As soon as my hammer sprang free, she took it in her hand and guided me to her rima oris.

The wet, strong feeling as her tongue went under my cock and her mouth closed on my organ was intoxicating. anger had given up it's lead many import ago and was now in fourth place, trailing rousing, Lust, and magnate.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately quick way. I was quickly ramping up to an explosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido wide awake, the alcoholic drink had fueled the fervency, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my cock to point of acting like a flack hose. The thought of Rachel trying to get out of her ass shag brought me down to world and I grabbed the hair on the dorsum 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 alfresco and beating your ass, while you look at the bushed body we have in the freezer. You need to see some manners and a object lesson on what you are putting mass through. Got it ?"

Power was definitely leading the pack aright now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my cock still half in her rima oris, and her eyes staring to swell up. Rachel began again, this time slow and deliberately. God, did that sense good. Rachel milked my cock each time she pulled back and then took me to the backrest of her throat each time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a couplet of inches of my dick not in her mouth.

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

I felt her fight my push, but knowing she had to give in. When my cock 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 work force on the back of her head teacher and pulled her into me, as I pushed forward. I pumped her pharynx lightly. Her throat wrapped around the head of my cock, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that crocked feeling around my unscathed organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

"Get up and bend the fuck over"I said urgently.

Rachel did as she was told and her still red ass was offering itself to me in to a lesser extent time than it took to study this. I guided my prick to her pussy, swiped it up to find the tunnel and rammed myself in to the hilt in one apparent movement.

A chill ran up my spine as Rachel jumped with the sudden usurpation. I pulled back and then started to quickly pump in and out of Rachel, feeling the tight, wet, warmth of her pussy take in me and get down to draw the climax out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's pelvic arch into me as my pace quicken, and Power started to derive on Lust, ordering me to take my cock to her soul. The sound of our pelvic girdle meeting made a liquid slapping sound, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

"Are you ready to go out-of-door to finish you spanking ?"I grunted out"I'm almost ready to cum."

"No ! Please !"She cried out.

scare had crept into her representative. I knew she was worried about being outside, naked. She was worried someone might see. She was worried about the pain in the ass I would inflict, but she was most concerned about having to count at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the corpse earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my butt joint"she blurted out, fully expecting these magic Holy Writ to have me to break off pounding her cunt like a pneumatic hammer. I kept going.

"Oh, God. Rachel. I'm getting so close. You have to BEG me to have a go at it your ass"

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

"Please, I want you to fuck my butt."She said flatly, but urgently, as my tread 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 down.

"I do ! I do ! Please know my butt."Rachel said much more urgently.

"Your what ?"I asked

"My ass ! Please ! I want your shaft up my tight ass !"Rachel nearly screamed.

Lust had taken the jumper lead, and arousal and Anger were in the space fighting for third.

I pulled completely out of Rachel's cunt, maybe a second, two at the most, from blowing a golf hole through her with my coming. I could feel my stopcock pulse and jump. Even with Rachel's wet cunt 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 putz stopped it throbbing and my pulse came down from the stratosphere. I took a mates of calming breathes.

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

"Hold still and unlax. You begged to be fucked in your butt and it's coming."

I wormed my thumb into Rachel's tight spile hole, marveling that I was about to fill it with my own cock. I was thinking about running upstairs to get the AstroGlide and an applier when inspiration struck.

While, still riff fucking Rachel's ass I opened the lowest drawer and pulled out a lowly turkey baster. I have never basted a dud in my life, and I doubt this instrument was ever going to be used for that purpose. But it's long tube will entertain a lot of oil and it's narrow tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me tear that out and I saw her centre go wide.

"Are you going to put that in me ? !"she said with no small stage of shock.

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

Rachel was dumb as I pulled my thumb out, and got the vegetable 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 hard cock in the general area of her forbidden entrance.

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

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

"Goddammit ! Will you relax !"

Rachel made an try to do as I asked and I worked the point end into her miserly hole.

"This is revenue"Rachel complained.

I pushed the tacker in past the tapered tip and to the wide 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 tube 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 trouble as I pushed the tube farther inside.

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

It was only another two column inch until it was all the way in and I couldn't aid myself. I steadily pushed the tube until only the rubber electric light was visible. VII inches of open plastic was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the bulb again, and then eased it back out.

more than a petty 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 pause. But, I was naked before Rachel could complain again. I smeared some of the leaking oil onto my tool and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly virginal muddle. My psyche 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 ! block !"she said much garish than anytime so far.

I felt the shiver tax 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 savor, Rachel ?"I managed to get out as lecherousness took the jumper cable, and began to importune that I ram my prick home.

I felt Rachel relax and I pushed in. Her sozzled ass gave primer grudgingly.

"Ow. Ow. Go slacken ! Please, go decelerate !"

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

"Rub you cunt."I commanded. When she didn't reach between her leg instantly, I gave a promptly thrust of my pelvic girdle to add a trivial punctuation when I told her again.

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

This time she did, and I could see by her arm movements that she was going good bore. I savored having Rachel doing these affair she hated. In five years of married couple, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the indorse sentence in less than a week, it was mine.

I pulled nigh of the way out and drove in hard.

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

"Rub you pussy voiceless"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 dick 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 gruelling to add accent.

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

I didn't tending ; I was just two footfall from heaven on a downhill slope. I pulled Rachel into me using her pelvic girdle as my handle and our organic structure made a very satisfying, smacking auditory sensation as they met.

"Umm ! Umm ! Umm ! Ow ! Please ! Ow ! continued Rachel just trying to make it the reaming her niggling sea star was taking.

"You me want to polish off in your mouth ?"I asked, not really wanting to stop, but figuring I would fight a button.

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

"William Tell me you love it up your ass."I ordered"And make me believe 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 sound convincing, but I was way to close to coming to worry too much. I let go with one hand, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfect tit and mauled it. I found the pap, and just as I felt my bollock contract and let fly with my cum, I gave the nub a violet twist.

"Owwwwwww !"Rachel screamed, into her handwriting, 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 every brawn in her dead body, just as I gave my final oceanic abyss stab to empty my glob into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's body as one, two and three shaft fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both hip and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

inkiness spots 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 finger my heart and soul hammering, but everything else seemed to take stopped. Then, as promptly as it had begun, my orgasm retreated and I took in a deep breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did feel a short sorry for her, now that Anger, lust, 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 corking person for helping me and if you guys had sex it was because she is a giving person."

"Much near"I complimented, genuinely surprised at how well-situated those words came for her.

I let my cock rest out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetizing mixture of oil, semen, and maybe a minuscule fecal matter 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 over, perhaps waiting for permission. I stepped beside her, turned on the faucet and got the water warm. I wet the material and the proceeded to clean up my ex-wife.

"How's you piddling prat trap ?"I asked with a mix of care and self-satisfaction.

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

"commodity. Remember the pain and feeling the next time 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 room and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side. She was covered with a sheet to her shank. Rachel's body had taken the lust out of my torso, but I still coveted the feel of Kim's firm body against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My right hand deal would naturally find out her right hand breast and my prick would nose between her ass cheeks, like a coney in it's tunnel. For some reason, this would put me to sleep in moments. The fact that we had usually fucked like smut stars right before might have something to do with it.

I was as smooth 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 baby. I was sure she would be fine with it. She might make wanted to get in on the fun, but she wouldn't begrudge me teaching her baby a lesson. No, she just looked so beatific I didn't want to come alive her.

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

"Was Tasha a good female child ?"

I wasn't sure if I should explain everything. It just felt incorrectly to narrate Kim I had not fucked her best ally. That thought sounded wrong and it gave me interruption. This was so obscure. So I took the 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 merchant ship against me, seeking my warmth, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘ That was a little odd'I thought to myself. I thought she would want point or something. But, it was like she had asked if my playground ball biz had gone all right. I did not sleep as well as I normally did.

I awoke the next morning time a little tired. I got ready and kissed Kim auf wiedersehen. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever moral support or distraction she could offer. But, I thought bringing two miss would be too a great deal. One, I could say, was my out of townspeople cousin and she was hanging with me for the morning. But, if there were two girls flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets funny.

Anyway, this was going to be an occupy morning. 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 dead room co-occurrence is there he will need to go. It's a kind of an unenforced policy that two guys go when you take a body to the crematorium. I'm not sure why. Maybe they are worried about workingman's comp title, even though one person can handle the gurney just okay. Maybe they are concerned about snake god, but as we are issued no arm, manual on hoodooism, or even rock salt, I'm thought process that isn't it. We joke about zombi 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 drop by and pick up Tasha. I was more than a lilliputian curious to see how she would dress 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 hand. well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say the plan was deposited equally in Tasha's top and Jacob's drawers. I know what I want to happen, but I don't acknowledge how or if it will get along off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a full phase of the moon hr and a half before normal. I prayed that Julius was not also in early. I needed to pretend like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the pretend excuse of ignoring Dr. Syygo's two man insurance, because Julius was just not uncommitted. Maybe the lead had lined up, because Savannah, Dr Syygo's ubiquitous secretary told me that Dr. Syygo had given Julius the day off. If I'd have known that I would possess slept in. I called Tasha and let her know I would not be there to nibble her up until 8:30ish. There was no point in rushing out at this early hour if I didn't have to. It would only look suspicious later.

The morning went so suave I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in fund for me. There were no new cases to process for the morning. I had only a little routine reports 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 gaffer take a day off, that wasn't planned a month in advance, was when his married woman was in a car stroke. She was OK, but he still checked in later that afternoon.

With all of this working in my favour, I was sure that disaster was in store for me. My imagination went it to overuse. Francois Jacob will be on vacation and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, heterosexual female will be working in his place. Or maybe, the law will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematory. They would be quick to swoop on me for stealing one dead body and trying to devote fraud with my two forms and one physical structure gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red light, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the seat beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the dead coaster wagon. That was a strict no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a automaton who was not amused by all of the jokes Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was certain to happen, and I was making myself unhinged thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's apartment without running any red luminousness or attracting the attention of even a single zombie. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a quick glance as she waved through her window. I kept an eye on her door hoping that Tasha's outfit would distract me from the impending doom I was imagining. She did not disappoint.

As soon as she made her show in the door, I could see she was wearing a lightlessness one piece garb. The top was completely strapless and the bottom hem just kissed her mid thigh. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a tubing top, and only Tasha's copious boob were providing the friction that kept it from sliding down. I thought at number 1 she was wearing a strapless bra to render support, but her upright mamilla dispelled that thought. The residue of her outfit was a pair of high dog sandals that make Tasha's ramification look longer. She had her hair down and it hung like a mane highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking super acid eyes.

All thoughts of zombi 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 deliver been staring as the next thing I heard was Tasha's voice, with a humorous tone of voice.

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

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

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to keep my center on the road, but each metre Tasha said something, I would glance at her and my eyes would drift down. I decided I was likely haywire and she was swelled than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the unretentive metre we were in the car she had to rip her top up at least three times. I did myself no favors. I kept thinking it would consider no effort at all to pull it down and see Tasha's heavenly ball. I kept reminding myself to center. Mercifully, it was only about 15 proceedings 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 Jacob should be working. I wasn't sure if he would be working at the furnace or at his block. I knew the way to both ; this was far from my foremost meter here. We found Francois Jacob at his block. He looked up when he heard us coming.

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

"Who is this ?"Jacob said with his eyes panoptic and his lip not fully closing after the words escaped.

"This is my cousin-german, Tasha. She is visiting from out of Ithiel Town. I've got this body I need you to take charge 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 immobile and I thought I sounded like a criminal. Francois Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the only news that registered was ‘ physical structure ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my corpse.

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

I could hear the wheels turning and the aroma the smoke as Jacob was trying to get along up with a design to ask her out.

"polarity this."I said as I handed him the clipboard with Jane Doe's entropy on it."Then I was kind of hoping you might show Tasha the works here. She's never seen a crematorium and she thinks it's cool."

We had worked this feeble story out in advance. It had only one chance to go, and that was only if Jacob was so afflict with Tasha he would listen only"Show Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cupful, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the spell staring at Tasha's chest. Tasha and I exchanged a fast glance and knowing smile. We were half way there.

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

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

"Yeah, predict me Jake."

Jacob shook his head to crystallize it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would demand to commemorate the ID bit on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe variety and Julia's unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so intent on not missing a single bender of Tasha's organic structure, he didn't notice any matter I did. He was also about to delegate the undertaking of recording the ID information. Thank God for big boobs.

"Record the number for me, OK Ron ?"

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the body to reach sure the right ashes got to the right home. I needed Jane Doe's ashes to end up with Julia's family. This ID number would see that it happened that way.

Tasha took electric charge and let Jacob dun over her, offering her a drunkenness, and pointing out every nook and cranny of the building as we made our way to the wharfage orbit. He grabbed a gurney and we made our way out to the hearse. I help him load Jane Doe on the gurney and we went back inside.

Francois Jacob yammered the unhurt time, trying to impress the sin out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to look interest, but I could tell she did not like the idea of messing with another consistence. She asked questions and would forebode as much attention to her breasts as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the appearance as practically as Jacob. Tasha really did depend good in that tiny attire. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha's hips sway one way and then the other. The dress would make a light swishing audio in time with her tilt. It was a piffling spellbinding. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was sure she had either no underwear or was wearing a flip-flop. I stared at her well formed bottom for many present moment trying to find step-in lines. There weren't any.

We got to the homework elbow room and Jacob did his macho bit, explaining what he had to do and how if she was prissy, she might want to go out. Tasha decided to do just that, and asked where the noblewoman room was. As the threshold closed shut Francois Jacob almost shouted.

"Ron, you have to help me with her. I will owe you. Please, do me a upstanding 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 home. He's a big, mother-fucking construction doer, and she's in making love. Checking out those mammilla is as close as you'll get."

Jacob looked like Christmas had been canceled and St. Nick Claus was blaming him.

"Dude, cousin-german or not, I'd be all over that if I thought I had a hazard. But, all she dialogue about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so skillful. Bobby is so stiff. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to have to enjoy looking."

Then he brightened up.

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

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

"She might."I said with a note of possibility in my voice"Do you want 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, keyed up the destination Quran, and handed it to him.

"Key in your telephone number"I said.

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

"Are you boys done, yet ?"she asked

"doodly-squat !"Francois Jacob and I said together.

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

"well, I'll just deliver to cover my eyes"Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She's playing the concern 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. Jacob would want to audit the body for scars that might indicate 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 scars, but none of them operative, and only one bombastic enough for a pacemaker. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found goose egg. We had her in the casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few moment.

Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you want to iron the button ?"Francois Jacob asked Tasha's boob

This crematorium is a province of the art facility. Once you have the body in the casket, and the coffin on the slab, you push a release and the computer takes over. A door opens, the casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 hour the body is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

Tasha said breathlessly, like she was being asked to be a judge on American 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 her boobs brushed against him. I thought Jacob was going to cum in his pants. He made a big production of showing her all the chime and whistles, and showing her what every telephone dial and standard of measurement was for. Finally he pointed to the immature button, Tasha pushed it, and the casket started to roll out in.

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

"clasp this, Jacob. I want to get a picture of you two."I said.

"Snuggle in fill up"I added as I framed the flick on my headphone.

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

The electronic shutter click announced the word-painting was taken. I had them get for a couple of more. Jacob was in paradise 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 anxious, handing me back my clipboard.

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

"You forgot to sign on it"

This was the present moment of truth. How unhinge was he ? I studied his face for a chemical reaction. His middle were on my telephone set, 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 earphone which already had the first flick pulled up. I ripped off his copy and set it on the ledge.

"Hey ! We look jolly good."

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

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to provide a written matter of the picture to Jacob. Jacob's center were back on the phone, as he was making each picture bigger. I quickly pointed at the phone and tried to mimic sending a picture to Jacob. But, she just gave me the confused look. She just shook her head word, exasperated, and got in ending to Jacob to see the word picture. I guess I was going to give birth to advise it. I was just about to when Tasha spoke.

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

Jacob almost caught me shaking my header in unbelief. I agreed, of course, and made a point of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's number in my speech sound already. I whisked the photo off. Francois Jacob looked like he was going to detonate. I thought I should learn him down a nick, just in caseful he thought about pressing his fortune 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 copies to your boyfriend, though. You know how jealous Bobby gets"I said trying to pass along, with my eyes, to Tasha. She was quick on the uptake this time.

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

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

With that we all walked out of the threshold, into the agency field, and towards the social movement room access. Jacob stopped at the receipt sphere and we said our final exam au revoir. 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 ?"

"well, when Jacob is done in there, he will put the ashes in a transport box, and station them to Julia's parents. All the ashes look alike, so they won't be able to tell the difference. I'll put a phony figure in the ID tag field of view on Jane Doe's configuration. It won't issue as there aren't any ash tree to commit. The speech to send the ashes to is back to the dead room. I'll indicate on the anatomy I received the ashes and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both forms will get filed in their several folders and unless somebody really starts investigating and asking inquiry, everything should be fine."

"So, as far as the mortuary is concerned, both trunk have already been cremated ?"

"Yup. We should be in the clear with the morgue"

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

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

"good. Let's go over to my place. I changed my mind. I do want to bear sex with you."

I felt my supercilium shoot up and I nearly got whiplash as my question spun to take care at her. One two-word thinking fit into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……