“ 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 forefather's truck. She looked sexy as hell. I took a long look at her.

Tasha has berm length, flaming red fuzz. It was full and framed the sick skin of her aspect. The red brought out the feeding bottle greenness color of her oculus and the handful of Light freckles. Her face is very attractive and after her prominent eyes, her full backtalk are it's about pronounced characteristic. My eyes drifted down to her t-shirt overlay chest. Tasha usually wore apparel that hid her declamatory pectus. She had a fairly small frame that made her D-cups spirit even prominent. I had never seen more than a little cleavage. I have checked often.

Her hips flared out a bit wider than she would have liked. I'd heard her mention her"big butt"on social occasion, but it looks pretty okay, to me.. I don't know if she is in to it or not, but I'd persuasion of tapping her ass on many social occasion Today she had on blue jean and though she wasn't facing the aright counsel, 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 piddling flushed and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

"Sure"

It came out a little nervous and mellow pitched. I over compensated and then my vocalism sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to snaffle the propagation cord and thermostat from inside. I expected the little 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 freezer was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would demand to adjust the body. I was not wrong. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really need to stop thinking of her as a person, it was going to be toilsome 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 body into a sitting post, bending her legs up, and spreading them apart. The spatial relation was not respectful, but her torso needed to lie between her knee so the lid would close. I would also be able-bodied to drag her out a slight easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

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

"gladiola I'm not the only 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 have been all over her offer. But, even Kim's earlier permission to fuck her well friend, did not seem 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 babble"she added sensing my internal conflict"Promise."

Maybe I AM dense. But, the opinion of talking about this, with someone who was more objective than the sisters, did not voice 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 make the inside temperature and send it to the thermostat. The freezer would be plugged into the Saame thermostat unit. The unit of measurement gets plugged into a rampart outlet. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermoregulator would cut the might. When it rose a stage above the set point the king would be restored and the Deepfreeze would begin to cool again. I'd picked this nifty little gadget up from a entrepot that specializes in making habitation beer. I doubt they would ingest guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the propagation cord to get superpower from the outside electric wall socket by the porch. I set the thermostat at 34 grade and listened as the deep freezer hummed to life and began to cool. The digital read-out said 54 degrees. We had kept the freezer running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hour ago. I watched it for a few import and the temp reading changed to 53 degrees. I double checked the set point. Satisfied, I climbed down.

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

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

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

Tasha was out in about two transactions. I imagine they talked about more than just my gerry-rigged thermoregulator. 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 soundly option. On a Thursday night, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to prevent the wait staff officious, but not so loud that we would hold 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 hundredth meter 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 digest all of this."

"Not much."I said a short defensively."I only agreed to this on Sunday. That's about 48 60 minutes more than you."

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

I was tacit as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This whole matter was moving fast. Lord's Day the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later I have a bushed body in the back of Tasha's truck. Our program has us burning that body day after tomorrow. fasting. Very fast. All of my head power has been focused on making the architectural plan work.

"You saw Kim's mansion. 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 police ? 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 mite of incredulity"What does Ron imagine ?"

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 authority that I didn't feel.

Tasha seemed to sense my false bluster and continued pressing.

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

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

Tasha did not resolve my question. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a Amytal Moon, the Big league size, and Tasha ordered a mike's Hard Lemonade. The drinking were there before Tasha got back from her slip to the bathroom.

"Is that any honest ?"I asked, 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 explicate what is going on. someone did all of the things that we saw. There is no dubiousness. Kim is my comfortably friend and if she needs help, I'm going to serve. But, something feels wrong to me."Tasha said as she took a double draught of her mike's.

"How so ?"I asked

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

I just looked at her waiting for her to explain.

"Kim likes you. Probably loves you. It is difficult to narrate with that lady friend"she editorialized"So, why did she push us together tonight ?'

"thrust ?"I said, still confused.

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

"After doing that, this all started to seem wrong. When I mentioned talking, Kim said that I should peach 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 chairman as she continued.

"We've played secret plan with guy wire in the past tense ; 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 kind of thing."

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

"I know. It was high school drama shite. But, Kim and I never seemed to be with a guy that we loved. You know high schoolhouse, if you aren't with a guy, people think something is damage with you. So, it never felt entirely incorrect to roleplay these secret plan, but it never seemed right either. It's the same anxious smell 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 thankful that you are helping"

I said omitting the part where Kim gave me permit to fuck her hot right friend.

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

"William 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 feel about that ; being pimped out ?"

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

I finished with a self-satisfied tone.

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

"What if I told you that Kim gave me permission to have 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 know her solvent. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is concerned and I am being treasonous or she isn't and my ego gets bruised.

"Well, let me put it this way. cover in gamy school day when we would play our secret plan with the other's young man, we always had permission to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing more than fondling and igniter petting. Later, they'd get a text message detachment about an hour later"

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

"Rachel was just being a bitch. Even a death terror 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 questioning tincture, and then seeing the flavor on my nerve continued.

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

I wasn't sure if I had touched a mettle 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 sort of hard emotion tainting her words.

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

"fountainhead, 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 admirer with Kim since before you met Rachel. Rachel's a ball surf and if I didn't know bettor, I'd swear she hated me. I know that if she is being"accommodating ”, someone 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 boozing. 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.

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

Then she was dumb thinking.

"Actually"Tasha said with a microphone's fueled giggle"He was doing quite a bit of"checking out"himself. He spent most of his prison term talking to my chest. He's old enough to be my Dad, but he's not dreadful looking"

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old tribe's home plate 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 party favour from you ?"

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

"I'm serious."I tried to uphold

"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 form 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 assistance tomorrow aurora at the crematory"

"Ewwwww. I don't want to do anything more with idle bodies. Tomorrow Night is sufficiency"

"No. No, bodies. Well, no dead ones, anyway. I need to get two release forms signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one body. The other is in your truck good now."

I paused looking for a chemical reaction. Tasha looked at least willing to hear me out.

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

"His work area has respective pin-ups, all red-heads. And, one fourth dimension, there was some variety 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 tight pants, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

I said that in conclusion division, blushing, and very uncomfortable. I didn't have any fuss telling Rachel she had to blow Dr. Syygo, but I respected Tasha.

"And you figure he'll be so dazzled by my red hair and boobs, that he'll sign of the zodiac 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 part with another mike's"she finished.

That daily round ended up being our stopping point. We chatted about subjects not dealing with dead torso as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was fresh and witty. We seemed to experience a lot of the Saame notion and values. She had me in tear with one joke and beer coming out my nose with another. But, after our fourth drink, we decided to call it a night.

As we drove to her piazza we made plans for the morning. I would nibble her up, in the hearse, no less. She would affect to be my cousin from out of Ithiel Town. I pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment construction and parked. Tasha got out, walked over to my side, leaned in, and gave me a foresightful wet candy kiss, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a mischievous grin.

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

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 lecture. I wondered what Kim's reaction would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to repay me for my faithfulness and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

I got home base and checked the thermoregulator. It was reading 35 arcdegree 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 shot. When I walked in the threshold it was Rachel who greeted me from her seat at the kitchen table.

"It's about time !"she said immediately deflating my right climate."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 anger rise.

"Whatever."

She said dismissedly and got up from the tabular array. This was her way of conceding the full stop without agreeing with me. That was not my favorite region of her personality. Then not willing to pull up stakes 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 have it away that little red-headed slut ?"

That did it.

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

Rachel was silent, which was the second smartest thing she could have done. Number one would have been to excuse. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not justify, 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 thin summer top, no bra, and a distich of PJ shorts.

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

Rachel is cut down perfectly gorgeous. We were married for five years and I never got tired of looking at her body. She has that Greco-Roman hour-glass figure, with a narrow waist, and an cherubic face. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to hold herself covered. I finished ripping her PJ top down and yanked 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 entail it"

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

I said my anger starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my cock starting to strain against my blue jean. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her panty and shorts. Then she just stood their naked, covering her breast 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 solve perspective of her torso. Rachel did not expend very much time in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still take a crap out her tan lines, advertising that she swam in a modest bikini. The milky blanched bikini outline on her knocker added to the allure of the situation. I watched as the red/pink of her nipple rose and fell with her chest.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's weight and how ripe it was.
I let the firm melon vine slip though my fingers until her ring of color was on my thumb. I worried her slight nub with my quarter round, trying to get it to contract. Then in a quick move, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

"Ah.ah.ah. You must not ignite Kim. If Kim wakes up I'll be most distressed with you."I said with an thought 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 bask it immensely. Now you are unfreeze to gain all the dissonance you want, but if you wake Kim up, I'm pulling my cock out of your ass, and sticking in that big mouth of yours, and we will just finish up there. How's that speech sound ?'

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

"Lean on the buffet !"

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

"Take two stone's throw back !"I snapped

She did, but took her hands off the comeback.

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

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

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

"Please, don't. I'll be in force. I promise."Rachel said as she displayed her most private areas 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. either. They had just enough color to reach you the stamp that while she didn't display them often. Every now and then she let the world gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to palpate favour.

My eyes followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt stop at her pussy. The pink sassing were closed, but her whole labium was puffy and swell. I thought I knew why. I put my hand between her leg and rubbed her clit and slipped a fingerbreadth inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you plastered 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"

"hush"I said"You would hate to waken Kim."I reminded. She was soundless as I continued to rub her cunt, and watching her wiggle with embarrassment and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

Slap ! The sound of my good mitt impacting with Rachel's ass interrupted the serenity 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 hand appeared on the other side of her shapely white ass.

"Get up on you toes. If your heels touch the ground before I tell you, I'll go upstairs and get the brush."

Rachel tip toed, turning her calves into round of golf orb, and adding a fullness to her ass, that had my cock hard enough to carve stone.

Slap ! Slap ! slap !

I gave Rachel's closest ass boldness three quick swats.

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

Slap ! Slap ! smacking !

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

"Oh, I don't know. Until my arm is too wear down to larrup you or until you beg me to fuck your mingy ass."

"Noooo ! Please don't do that ! It hurts so a good deal !"

"And maybe you'll think back the pain in the ass before you open that big sass of yours to affront someone risking jail to help you"

That thought brought my ire to the forefront, nudging out Arousal for the moment in the battle of emotions. The future swats were much harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a balmy suntan red, that while showing progress was not satisfying. I got an idea. 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 sound was pleasing and even on her reddening ass I could see the outline off the spatula, including the holes for drainage. Rachel was not as well-chosen and she jumped on the impact and had to stifle a cry of pain.

"Umm ! No Thomas More ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's body jumped with each blow and her sodding 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 premature ones and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the thought of having my ugly prick put into her mouth heterosexual from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her mind.

"Aye ! Please stop ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each Book was punctuated by a heavy coke to her now angry red fundament. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her credit she kept her lieu. I paused for a moment to give her a opportunity to speak.

"My legs are cramping. Can I stop over 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 for certain 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 short-change break. She took a chance.

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

Thack !

"Is that the outdo 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 first, too !"

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

"Ok"

I answered a petty too quickly. That realization triggered a red fleur-de-lis. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her tight footling slit, 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 imbibe my dick so bad, you go get it."I told her in a tone with no humor.

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

The wet, warm feeling as her spit went under my cock and her oral cavity closed on my organ was intoxicating. ire had given up it's lead many bit ago and was now in fourth position, trailing Arousal, luxuria, and Power.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately quickly fashion. I was quickly ramping up to an plosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido wide awake, the alcohol had fueled the fire, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my tool to dot of acting like a fire hosiery. The thought process of Rachel trying to get out of her ass fucking brought me down to earth and I grabbed the hair on the back of her principal, stopping her cold.

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

great power was definitely leading the ring right now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my cock still one-half in her mouth, and her eyes staring to swell up. Rachel began again, this clip dim and deliberately. God, did that feel good. Rachel milked my stopcock each time she pulled back and then took me to the back of her throat each clock time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to break off with a couple of inches of my dick not in her mouth.

"Take it all"I told her as I pushed my cock in.

I felt her fight my pushing, but knowing she had to give in. When my turncock hit tonsils, she shifted her head to a new angle and pushed herself on me. My dick slipped down her throat stopping only when her nose was buried in my pubic fuzz.

"Ohhhhhhh"I breathed out, and I put both hands 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 principal of my cock, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that tight feeling around my entirely harmonium. I pulled completely out in one motion.

"Get up and deform the shag over"I said urgently.

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

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, warmth of her twat take me and set off to draw the coming out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's pelvic girdle into me as my pace quicken, and Power started to gain on lustfulness, ordering me to drive my turncock to her soul. The speech sound of our hips encounter made a fluent slapping phone, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

"Are you ready to go alfresco to end up 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, raw. She was worried someone might see. She was worried about the pain I would inflict, but she was most concerned about having to look 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"she blurted out, fully expecting these sorcerous words to cause me to kibosh 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 abjection. But, was it less so than what she would get outside ?

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

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

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

"Your what ?"I asked

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

lecherousness had taken the principal, and Arousal and ire were in the distance fighting for third.

I pulled completely out of Rachel's snatch, maybe a second, two at the most, from blowing a cakehole through her with my orgasm. I could finger my cock heartbeat and jump. Even with Rachel's wet snatch not milking the interjection out of me, I was in peril of it finding it's own way out. That would be so dissatisfactory. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my cock 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 little rosebud. Rachel jumped.

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

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

While, still thumb fucking Rachel's ass I opened the lowest draftsman and pulled out a small Meleagris gallopavo baster. I have never basted a turkey in my lifetime, and I doubt this official document was ever going to be used for that aim. But it's long thermionic tube will arrest a lot of oil and it's narrow tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me overstretch that out and I saw her eyes go wide.

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

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

Rachel was understood as I pulled my quarter round 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 backbreaking shaft in the general area of her forbidden entrance.

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

I was filling the electron tube as she complained. I lubed up the unscathed convenience with additional oil and checked that there were no raspy 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 rid hand.

"Goddammit ! volition you relax !"

Rachel made an effort to do as I asked and I worked the tapered end into her pie-eyed hole.

"This is gross"Rachel complained.

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

SWAT ! !

"Ow ! !"she cried out

"still !"I ordered as I pushed the subway system in farther, opening Rachel's rosebud even wider.

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

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

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

It was only another two inches until it was all the way in and I couldn't assist myself. I steadily pushed the tube-shaped structure until only the caoutchouc bulb was visible. Seven column inch of clear plastic was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the incandescent lamp again, and then eased it back out.

More than a trivial 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 leaking oil onto my peter and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly virginal hole. My forefront 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 ! check !"she said much tatty than anytime so far.

I felt the shake tax return as the head of my cock popped in past her outer halo and then was squeezed to a stoppage. Oh, was she tight.

"How is my soapy putz going to taste, Rachel ?"I managed to get out as Lust took the lead, and began to insist that I ram my cock home.

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

"Ow. Ow. Go dull ! Please, go slow down !"

I was going as slow as I could. Rachel's ass was squeezing my tool so soaked I wasn't sure I could get anything to fare 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 reach between her stage instantly, I gave a immediate poke of my hips to add a little punctuation when I told her again.

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

This fourth dimension she did, and I could see by her arm drift that she was going full bore. I savored having Rachel doing these things she hated. In five years of wedlock, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the second fourth dimension in less than a workweek, it was mine.

I pulled most of the way out and labour in heavily.

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

"Rub you pussy harder"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 accent.

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

I didn't maintenance ; I was just two stairs from heaven on a downhill side. I pulled Rachel into me using her hips as my handle and our physical structure made a very fulfill, smacking sound as they met.

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

"You me want to fetch up in your backtalk ?"I asked, not really wanting to cease, but figuring I would drive a button.

"Noooo !"she wailed"Please just rushing ! My coffin nail is on attack !"

"Tell me you love it up your ass."I ordered"And make me think 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 fill up to coming to care too often. I let go with one mitt, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfect pap and mauled it. I found the pap, and just as I felt my balls contract and let fly with my seed, I gave the nub a reddish blue twist.

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

But the pain had caused Rachel to tense every muscle in her body, just as I gave my concluding oceanic abyss poking to empty my balls into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's eubstance as one, two and three shots fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both pelvic arch and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

Black point appeared in my visual modality and I felt lightheaded. brightness level flashed behind my optic and I was wondering where all the air was. I could experience my kernel pound, but everything else seemed to have stopped. Then, as warm as it had begun, my climax retreated and I took in a deep breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did experience a minuscule sorry for her, now that choler, luxuria, stimulation, and magnate 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 swell someone for helping me and if you guys had sex it was because she is a giving person."

"Much better"I complimented, genuinely surprised at how easy those Word of God came for her.

I let my cock ease out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetizing mixture of oil, ejaculate, and maybe a lilliputian 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 pecker with it. Rachel stayed bent over, perhaps waiting for permission. I stepped beside her, turned on the faucet and got the urine warm. I wet the cloth and the proceeded to clean up my ex-wife.

"How's you piffling butt gob ?"I asked with a mixture of fear and self-satisfaction.

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

"Good. recall 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 clothes into the bond as I walked into my room and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side. She was covered with a plane to her waistline. Rachel's soundbox had taken the luxuria out of my body, but I still coveted the feel of Kim's firm torso against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My right wing hand would naturally find her right field breast and my cock would snuggle between her ass cheeks, like a cony in it's burrow. For some intellect, this would put me to catch some Z's in moments. The fact that we had usually fucked like porn stars right before might ingest something to do with it.

I was as quiet as I could be getting into bed. I wasn't worried about Kim being tempestuous with me for what I had just done to her sis. I was sure as shooting she would be fine with it. She might have wanted to get in on the fun, but she wouldn't begrudge me teaching her babe a lesson. No, she just looked so angelic I didn't want to stir up her.

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

"Was Tasha a sound girl ?"

I wasn't indisputable if I should explain everything. It just felt improper to tell Kim I had not fucked her best acquaintance. That thought sounded wrong and it gave me pause. 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 passion, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘ That was a little odd'I thought to myself. I thought she would want details or something. But, it was like she had asked if my playground ball game had gone all right. I did not catch some Z's as well as I normally did.

I awoke the following break of the day a little tired. I got make and kissed Kim good-bye. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever moral accompaniment or distraction she could offer. But, I thought bringing two girls would be too much. One, I could say, was my out of Town cousin and she was hanging with me for the morning. But, if there were two girls flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets wary.

Anyway, this was going to be an interesting 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 morgue attendant is there he will require to go. It's a sort of an unenforced insurance policy that two guys go when you take a body to the crematorium. I'm not certainly why. Maybe they are upset about workman's comp claim, even though one person can handle the gurney just fine. Maybe they are concerned about zombies, but as we are issued no weapons, manual of arms on voodoo, or even rock salt, I'm thinking that isn't it. We joke about automaton a lot and Julius is fun to be around, but he would definitely be a problem today if he came.

After I got the idle wagon loaded I would swing over by and foot up Tasha. I was more than a little curious to see how she would dress for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no incertitude it would be telling and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my architectural plan is in portion's paw. fountainhead, I suppose it would be more accurate to say the plan was deposited equally in Tasha's top and Francois Jacob's pants. I know what I want to happen, but I don't know how or if it will hail off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a full hour and a half before normal. I prayed that Julius was not also in betimes. I needed to sham like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the make-believe excuse of ignoring Dr. Syygo's two man policy, because Julius was just not useable. Maybe the principal 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 have 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 too soon hour if I didn't have to. It would only bet fishy later.

The morning went so smooth I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in entrepot for me. There were no new cases to process for the morning. I had only a petty 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 solely time I have ever seen my boss take a day off, that wasn't planned a month in advance, was when his wife was in a car accident. She was OK, but he still checked in later that afternoon.

With all of this workings in my favor, I was sure that disaster was in store for me. My resource went it to overdrive. Francois 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 will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematorium. They would be ready to pounce on me for stealing one body and trying to dedicate sham with my two forms and one organic structure gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red spark, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the tail end beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the absolutely wagon. That was a rigorous no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a zombi spirit 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 go on, and I was making myself sick thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's apartment without running any red Inner Light or attracting the attention of even a single zombi. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a straightaway glance as she waved through her windowpane. 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 visual aspect in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a smuggled one piece apparel. The top was completely strapless and the freighter hem just kissed her mid thigh. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a tube top, and only Tasha's ample tit were providing the detrition that kept it from sliding down. I thought at first gear she was wearing a strapless bra to provide accompaniment, but her erect nipples dispelled that mentation. The balance of her getup was a couplet of heights heel sandals that make Tasha's peg looking longer. She had her hair down and it hung like a mane highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking green eyes.

All thoughts of snake god had disappeared, but my drawers suddenly seemed a lilliputian tight in the front.

"volition this do ?"

Tasha asked as she eased in to my car. I must have been staring as the adjacent thing I heard was Tasha's voice, with a humorous step.

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

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

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to keep my eyes on the road, but each time Tasha said something, I would glint at her and my eyes would drift down. I decided I was likely faulty and she was with child than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the scant prison term we were in the car she had to commit her top up at to the lowest degree three clock time. I did myself no party favor. I kept thinking it would require no effort at all to draw it down and see Tasha's heavenly globe. I kept reminding myself to focus. Mercifully, it was only about 15 minutes to the crematorium.

We parked in strawman of the unloading region and Tasha and I went inside. The receptionist buzzed us in, and I headed for the backrest where Jacob should be working. I wasn't sure if he would be working at the furnace or at his regular hexahedron. I knew the way to both ; this was far from my get-go time here. We found 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 eyes only for my red-haired companion.

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

"This is my full cousin, Tasha. She is visiting from out of township. I've got this torso I need you to strike aid of and then I have the quietus of the day off. I'm going to testify her around town."

I said all of this too fast and I thought I sounded like a crook. Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the simply word that registered was ‘ physical structure ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my clay.

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

I could hear the steering wheel turning and the feel the smoke 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 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 lame story out in advance. It had only one luck to work, and that was only if Francois Jacob was so potty with Tasha he would see only"appearance Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cupful, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the while staring at Tasha's chest. Tasha and I exchanged a promptly glance and knowing smile. We were half way there.

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

"That is so courteous of you, Jake ! Can I promise you, Jake ?"Tasha said with a footling leaping 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, telephone me Jake."

Francois Jacob shook his head to clear it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would need to record the ID identification number on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe shape and Julia's unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so intent on not missing a one curve of Tasha's body, he didn't notice any thing I did. He was also about to delegate the labor of recording the ID information. Thank God for big knocker.

"Record the number for me, OK Ron ?"

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the body to construct certain the right ash tree got to the right on family. I needed Jane Doe's ash to end up with Julia's family. This ID routine would see that it happened that way.

Tasha took boot and let Francois Jacob fawn over her, offering her a crapulence, and pointing out every nook and crevice of the building as we made our way to the docking facility area. 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.

Jacob yammered the unhurt time, trying to strike the hell out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to look interested, but I could tell apart she did not like the idea of messing with another trunk. She asked questions and would yell as much aid to her breasts as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the appearance as practically as Jacob. Tasha really did look good in that tiny dress. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha's hips sway one way and then the other. The frock would make a light swishing sound in metre with her sway. It was a fiddling hypnotic. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was surely she had either no underwear or was wearing a thong. I stared at her well formed bottom for many moments trying to retrieve panty melodic line. There weren't any.

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

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

I was ready for this.

"Francois Jacob, you're a great guy and everything, but she's not going out with you. She has a fellow back home. He's a big, mother-fucking grammatical construction worker, and she's in dearest. Checking out those breast is as penny-pinching as you'll get."

Jacob looked like Christmas had been canceled and Kriss Kringle Claus was blaming him.

"Dude, cousin or not, I'd be all over that if I thought I had a chance. But, all she talking about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so nice. Bobby is so strong. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to have to enjoy looking."

Then he brightened up.

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

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

"She might."I said with a eminence 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 phone, keyed up the reference book, and handed it to him.

"Key in your numeral"I said.

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

"Are you boys done, yet ?"she asked

"Shit !"Jacob and I said together.

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

"fountainhead, I'll just have got to wrap up my oculus"Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She's playing the concerned 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 jewel casket. Jacob would desire to inspect the body for cicatrice that might designate an embed aesculapian devise. Those cause a lot of damage if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were scar, but none of them operative, and only one large enough for a pacesetter. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found nothing. We had her in the casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few min.

Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you desire to press the clitoris ?"Jacob asked Tasha's sin

This cremation chamber is a state of the art facility. Once you have the body in the casket, and the coffin on the slab, you push a button and the information processing system takes over. A threshold opens, the jewel casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 hours the trunk is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

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

"Sure, fall 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 buzzer and whistles, and showing her what every telephone dial and gauge was for. Finally he pointed to the green push, Tasha pushed it, and the casket started to stray in.

‘ Finally'I thought. It was show time. I already had my clipboard ready and I handed it to Jacob.

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

"Snuggle in tight"I added as I framed the motion picture on my telephone set.

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 dissipated second and then relaxed.

The electronic shutter clink announced the photograph was taken. I had them place 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."Francois Jacob said a bit unquiet, handing me back my clipboard.

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

"You forgot to sign it"

This was the import of Sojourner Truth. How deflect was he ? I studied his human face for a reaction. His oculus were on my phone, but shifted to the clipboard as I passed it back. He didn't even hesitate. He scribbled a quick touch and handed it back. I exchanged it for my telephone set which already had the first picture pulled up. I ripped off his copy and set it on the ledge.

"Hey ! We look pretty good."

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

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to volunteer a copy of the pics to Francois Jacob. Francois Jacob's eyes were back on the phone, as he was making each characterisation bigger. I quickly pointed at the phone and tried to mimic sending a movie to Jacob. But, she just gave me the confused look. She just shook her drumhead, exasperated, and got in close to Jacob to see the motion picture. I guess I was going to have to propose 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 prove me around and I don't want him to forget me."

Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in disbelief. I agreed, of trend, and made a gunpoint of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's figure in my headphone already. I whisked the photo off. Jacob looked like he was going to explode. I thought I should take him down a notch, just in instance he thought about pressing his luck 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 air copies to your boyfriend, though. You know how covetous Bobby gets"I said trying to pass, with my eyes, to Tasha. She was speedy 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 last guy he thought hit on me"

Francois Jacob deflated, but he was much intimately a moment later, when Tasha hugged him good day and told him what fun it had been. I was a bit overjealous as I watched Tasha's bosom crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the door, into the post domain, and towards the front threshold. Francois Jacob stopped at the reception area and we said our final examination good-byes. Tasha and I didn't say another discussion until we were in the car.

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

Tasha smiled and asked

"Now what happens ?"

"fountainhead, when Jacob is done in there, he will put the ash tree in a shipping box, and broadcast them to Julia's parents. All the ash look alike, so they won't be capable to recite the difference. I'll put a fake numeral in the ID tag field on Jane Doe's form. It won't matter as there aren't any ash tree to send. The address to send the ashes to is back to the morgue. I'll indicate on the form I received the ashes and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both conformation will get filed in their respective pamphlet and unless someone really starts investigating and asking questions, everything should be fine."

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

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

"So, you officially owe me Big meter sentence two"Tasha asked seriously.

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

"Good. Let's go over to my stead. I changed my head. I do want to have sex with you."

I felt my brow shoot up and I nearly got whiplash as my point spun to look at her. One two-word thought burst into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……