“ 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 threshold of her father's truck. She looked sexy as the pits. I took a long tone at her.

Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red hair. It was full and framed the pale skin of her face. The red brought out the bottle light-green semblance of her center and the smattering of light freckle. Her face is very attractive and after her contact optic, her full backtalk are it's near pronounced feature article. My eyes drifted down to her t-shirt track pectus. Tasha usually wore wearing apparel that hid her large chest. She had a fairly modest build that made her D-cups look even liberal. I had never seen more than a little segmentation. I have checked often.

Her hips flared out a bit full than she would have liked. I'd heard her mention her"big posterior"on occasion, but it looks pretty OK, 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 right direction, 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 little flushed and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

"Sure"

It came out a short nervous and high pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to grab the extension electric 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 truck and noticed that the lid of the freezer was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would need to adjust the body. I was not wrong. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really demand to stop thinking of her as a someone, it was going to be intemperately 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 position, bending her legs up, and spreading them apart. The position was not respectful, but her trunk needed to lie between her knee so the lid would close. I would also be able to drop back her out a little easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

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

"Glad I'm not the solitary one who is a picayune on edge."Tasha said"You want to go get a beer ?"

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

"I cleared it with Kim"she added.

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

"I just need to blab"she added sensing my intimate engagement"Promise."

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

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

I took the thermoregulator from Tasha and dropped the probe inside. The probe would assume the inside temperature and send out it to the thermoregulator. The deep-freeze would be plugged into the same thermostat unit. The unit of measurement gets plugged into a wall retail store. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermoregulator would cut the might. When it rose a degree above the set point the power would be restored and the deep-freeze would begin to cool again. I'd picked this nifty little gadget up from a depot that specializes in making home beer. I doubt they would get guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the extension cord to get power from the outside electrical outlet by the porch. I set the thermostat at 34 academic degree and listened as the deep-freeze hummed to life and began to cool. The digital readout said 54 degrees. We had kept the Deepfreeze running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ minute 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 neighbour who shared this limit with my rented household had moved away and his sign was vacant. With the hand truck backed in and shield by a tree in the back railyard, the deep-freeze 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 keep an eye on the thermometer. She can predict if there is a problem"Tasha said sensing my anxiety, but not the demand cause why.

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

Tasha was out in about two arcminute. 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. greenhorn was a skilful choice. On a Thursday night, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to hold open the wait staff interfering, but not so trashy that we would ingest to scream to be heard. We did not desire to concern about who else might be listening.

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

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

"This is all moving so fast. You guys have had metre to digest all of this."

"Not much."I said a minuscule defensively."I only agreed to this on Billy Sunday. That's about 48 hour Thomas More 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 thing was moving fast. Sun the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four daytime later I have a absolutely body in the spinal column of Tasha's truck. Our plan has us burning that body day after tomorrow. fast. Very fast. All of my nous superpower has been focused on making the plan piece of work.

"You saw Kim's house. I saw Kim and Rachel tied up, and Kim's chest cut. I think these the great unwashed are serious."I finally answered

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

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

"Rachel and Kim recollect ?"she said with a lead of skepticism"What does Ron mean ?"

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

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

Tasha seemed to smell my false 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 serve my motion. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a blue devil Moon, the Big League size, and Tasha ordered a microphone's Hard Lemonade. The potable were there before Tasha got back from her trip to the bathroom.

"Is that any thoroughly ?"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 explain what is going on. Somebody did all of the things that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my best friend and if she needs help, I'm going to help. But, something feels wrong to me."Tasha said as she took a duple gulp 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 hard to evidence with that missy"she editorialized"So, why did she push us together tonight ?'

"Push ?"I said, still confused.

"I told Kim I wanted to talk about all of this. After handling that 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 tattle to you."Tasha said uncomfortably.

"I don't mean to vocalise 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 chair as she continued.

"We've played games with bozo in the past tense ; her going with my swain, 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 petty manipulative"I said, finally finding my tongue.

"I know. It was senior high school school drama poop. But, Kim and I never seemed to be with a guy that we loved. You know high schooling, if you aren't with a guy, hoi polloi think something is wrong with you. So, it never felt entirely wrong to play these games, but it never seemed right either. It's the same uneasy touch sensation 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 part where Kim gave me permission to screw her hot best friend.

"Maybe. Kim has always had dissimilar 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 thankful that I am helping out, that she is ‘ giving'you to me ?"Tasha said skeptically and then she smiled."How do you feel about that ; being pimped out ?"

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

I finished with a complacent tone.

"Pig"Tasha said with a big smiling 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 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. backrest in high school when we would play our games with the other's fellow, we always had permission to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing more than than kissing and light smooching. Later, they'd get a text message breakup 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 give her grace ? If, that is so, why are we here and what about Rachel's comment about you not hurting me ?"

"Rachel was just being a kick. 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 skeptical tone, and then seeing the spirit on my face continued.

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

I wasn't trusted if I had touched a brass 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 flavour of jealousy. There was definitely some sort of hard emotion tainting her words.

"I imagine Kim mentioned my sex life history with Rachel ?"I said definitely feeling the unloose 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 in writing 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 ameliorate, I'd swear she hated me. I know that if she is being"accommodating ”, mortal 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 twist on her drink. She offered to buy the next one and I agreed.

I changed the subject and started talking about tomorrow.

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

"Yeah. You know I'm studying to be a dental consonant 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.

"Well, I used the equipment at Dr. Rosencrantz's office to exercise. It's really simple to engage. Mom mentioned my career plans and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some hand on breeding there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself"

Then she was silent thinking.

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

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old folk's dwelling for appointment"I said baiting her.

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

I changed to a life-threatening tone.

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

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

"I'm serious."I tried to continue

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

"It's not about sex. Well, it kind 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 help tomorrow morning at the crematorium"

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

"No. No, trunk. wellspring, no dead ones, anyway. I need to get two release forms signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one physical structure. The other is in your truck correctly 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 affair for red-heads"I said glancing at her again. She was looking a bit leery.

"His workplace domain has several pin-up, all red-heads. And, one time, there was some sort of attorney that came in while I was there, a field 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 ! hellhole, 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 soused pants, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

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

"And you figure he'll be so dazzled by my red hair's-breadth and booby, that he'll preindication anything ?"

"Pretty much. This using sex as a distraction affair 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 clock time times two"I agreed

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

That round ended up being our last. We chatted about subjects not dealing with short bodies as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was fresh and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the Sami beliefs and values. She had me in tears with one laugh and beer coming out my nozzle with another. But, after our fourth drink, we decided to visit it a night.

As we drove to her home we made plans for the morning. I would pick her up, in the hearse, no less. She would make to be my cousin from out of town. I pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building and parked. Tasha got out, walked over to my side, leaned in, and gave me a farsighted wet candy kiss, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a impish smile.

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

Tasha's buss was on my idea. She really was cute. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn't exactly certainly what I would tell apart her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk. I wondered what Kim's response would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to reward me for my faithfulness and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

I got nursing home and checked the thermostat. It was reading 35 degrees and the freezer was running. perfective tense. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my lookout. It was 11:30. I had a shot. When I walked in the door it was Rachel who greeted me from her butt at the kitchen table.

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

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

"Whatever."

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

"So, did you fuck that piffling red-headed hussy ?"

That did it.

"You fucking gripe ! How make bold you ! Tasha is risking jail to help you out, and you can sit there and sneer at her ? abuse her ? Like you're so much secure than she is ?"

Rachel was soundless, which was the minute fresh thing she could have done. number one would have been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not apologize, but I can warrant she was going to be sorry.

"Get out of those fucking pajamas."I ordered

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

"Wh…what are you going to do ? She said, with a tremor and a little 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 footmark towards her, grabbed the front of her top and ripped it down. Rachel jumped as the top tore from the cop down passed her luscious C-cups.

Rachel is drop dead gorgeous. We were married for five long time and I never got tired of looking at her soundbox. She has that authoritative hour-glass figure, with a narrow waist, and an angelic brass. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to maintain 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 anger starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my cock starting to extend against my blue jean. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her pantie and boxershorts. Then she just stood their naked, covering her chest with one arm and her twat with the other.

"helping hand behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a solve opinion of her body. Rachel did not spend much time in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still make out her tan lines, advertising that she swam in a small bikini. The milklike E. B. White two-piece synopsis on her breast added to the allure of the place. I watched as the red/pink of her teat rose and fell with her bureau.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's weightiness and how ripe it was.
I let the business firm melon pillow slip though my fingers until her ring of color was on my thumb. I worried her picayune nub with my thumb, trying to get it to contract. Then in a warm movement, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

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

"You've got a grave spanking coming and then I'm going to know that incredibly shapely and tight ass of yours. I'm going to savor it immensely. Now you are free to make all the racket 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 polish off up there. How's that sound ?'

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

"leaning on the counter !"

I ordered, motioning her towards the sump. Rachel took the few steps over and put her men on the counter.

"Take two whole step back !"I snapped

She did, but took her hands off the retort.

"keep your custody on the counter."I commanded.

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

"Move you legs far apart"I continued in a buttocks voice.

"Please, don't. I'll be proficient. I promise."Rachel said as she displayed her to the highest degree common soldier areas to me.

I basked in her exposure and completely enjoyed the survey she was giving me. Her legs were now over berm width apart. Rachel has always had great legs, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't ashen either. They had just enough color to give you the impression that while she didn't exhibit them often. Every now and then she let the world regard upon her. I guess we were supposed to feel privileged.

My eyes followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt stop at her puss. The pink mouth were closed, but her whole labium was puffy and egotistical. I thought I knew why. I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris and slipped a finger inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you compressed slight 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 wake Kim."I reminded. She was silent as I continued to rub her snatch, and watching her squirm with embarrassment and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

Slap ! The sound of my right hand hand impacting with Rachel's ass interrupted the silence of the way 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 early side of her shapely Stanford White ass.

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

Rachel tip toed, turning her calves into round orchis, and adding a voluminosity to her ass, that had my cock hard enough to carve stone.

Slap ! Slap ! slap !

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

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

Slap ! smack ! Slap !

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

"Oh, I don't know. Until my arm is too tired to spank you or until you beg me to bang your mean ass."

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

"And maybe you'll remember the painful sensation before you open that big back talk of yours to affront soul risking gaol to aid you"

That thought brought my Anger to the forefront, nudging out foreplay for the moment in the battle of emotions. The following swats were much harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a mild sunburn red, that while showing progress was not satisfying. I got an idea. I opened the drawer to Rachel's left and took out a formative spatula. Rachel saw this and started to blubber.

"N.n.nnoo ! P.pplease !

Thack !

The audio 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 stifle a cry of pain.

"Umm ! No Sir Thomas More ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's body jumped with each blow and her perfect breasts jiggled and swayed with her sweat 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 previous ones and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the thought of having my slimy cock put into her mouth straight from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her head.

"Aye ! Please stop ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each Son was punctuated by a heavy blast to her now angry red bottom. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her deferred payment she kept her position. I paused for a second to sacrifice her a chance to speak.

"My peg are cramping. Can I kibosh 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 certain what I was asking. She knew I wanted her to offer up something intimate. But, she wasn't sure if she had to beg for an ass fuck, or if something else would earn her a shortly break. She took a chance.

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

Thack !

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

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

Rachel hated to have a cock in her mouthpiece. blowjob were rare when we were married. They were reserved for clock time when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

"Ok"

I answered a little too quickly. That actualisation triggered a red masthead. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her smashed fiddling 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 untie my pants.

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

Rachel's hands 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 cock sprang destitute, she took it in her hand and guided me to her mouth.

The wet, warm opinion as her natural language went under my cock and her mouth closed on my electric organ was intoxicating. ire had given up it's extend many consequence ago and was now in fourth place, trailing Arousal, Lust, and king.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately speedy fashion. I was quickly ramping up to an detonation. The eventide with Tasha had my libido full awake, the inebriant had fueled the fire, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my rooster to power point of acting like a fire hose. The view of Rachel trying to get out of her ass roll in the hay brought me down to earth and I grabbed the hairsbreadth on the backrest of her nous, stopping her cold.

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

Power was definitely leading the clique right now.

Rachel nodded her chief, with my cock still half in her oral fissure, and her eyes staring to well up. Rachel began again, this time slow and deliberately. God, did that feel in force. Rachel milked my cock each meter she pulled back and then took me to the back of her pharynx each time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to turn back with a couple of column inch of my gumshoe not in her mouth.

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

I felt her scrap 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 hammer slipped down her throat stopping only when her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"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 head of my hammer, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that tight feeling around my unhurt Hammond organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

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

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

A thrill ran up my acantha 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 pussy take me and lead off to quarter the climax out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's hips into me as my pace quicken, and Power started to gain on Lust, ordering me to repel my prick to her soul. The speech sound of our pelvis meeting made a swimming slapping audio, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

"Are you quick to go outside to finish 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 external, naked. She was occupy someone might see. She was worried about the pain I would inflict, but she was most interest about having to take care at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the corpse earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my butt"she blurted out, fully expecting these magic words to cause me to break pounding her puss 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 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 rate 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 down.

"I do ! I do ! please fuck my butt."Rachel said much to a greater extent urgently.

"Your what ?"I asked

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

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

I pulled completely out of Rachel's twat, maybe a moment, two at the most, from blowing a pickle through her with my climax. I could feel my dick heart rate and start. Even with Rachel's wet puss not milking the ejaculation out of me, I was in danger of it finding it's own way out. That would be so disappointing. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my cock stopped it throbbing and my pulse rate came down from the stratosphere. I took a couple of calming breathes.

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

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

I wormed my thumb into Rachel's closely bung maw, 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 divine guidance struck.

While, still thumb fucking Rachel's ass I opened the lowest draftsman and pulled out a small turkey baster. I have never basted a turkey in my liveliness, and I doubt this instrument was ever going to be used for that role. But it's long tubing will harbour a lot of oil and it's constrict tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me pull that out and I saw her oculus go wide.

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

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

Rachel was still as I pulled my thumb out, and got the veg 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 sphere of her proscribed entrance.

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

I was filling the tubing as she complained. I lubed up the hale contraption with extra oil and checked that there were no rocky edges. Then I eased the tip into Rachel's ass. I saw her tighten up, so I swatted her still very red fag cheek with me free hand.

"Goddammit ! volition you relax !"

Rachel made an elbow grease to do as I asked and I worked the tapered end into her tight fix.

"This is gross"Rachel complained.

I pushed the tacker in past the sharpen tip and to the encompassing tube part. As I did this I landed a very loudly swat to Rachel's ass.

SWAT ! !

"Ow ! !"she cried out

"stillness !"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 electric-light bulb at the end. I saw a look of disgust appear on Rachel's face, which changed to pain 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 help myself. I steadily pushed the pipe until only the rubber bulb was visible. VII column inch of clear charge plate was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the bulb again, and then eased it back out.

more than a little of the oil came with it. I quickly took off my material. I was amazed that the intellection of getting oil on them caused me to break. But, I was naked before Rachel could complain again. I smeared some of the leaking oil onto my dick and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly virginal hole. My principal touched it and she jumped.

"Pleasssee"she tried begging one more than time.

I pretended to misunderstand.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ow. Ow. Go slow up ! Please, go slow !"

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

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

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

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

I pulled to the highest degree of the way out and drove in backbreaking.

"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 comfortable. 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 heavy to add emphasis.

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

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

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

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

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

"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 down to coming to care too much. I let go with one hand, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfect knocker and mauled it. I found the tit, and just as I felt my nut contract and let fly with my seminal fluid, I gave the nub a violet twist.

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

But the pain in the neck had caused Rachel to strain every muscle in her body, just as I gave my concluding oceanic abyss poke to void my balls into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's organic structure as one, two and three snapshot 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 person situation appeared in my vision and I felt lightheaded. illumination flashed behind my middle and I was wondering where all the air was. I could feel my heart throbbing, but everything else seemed to give birth stopped. Then, as quick as it had begun, my orgasm retreated and I took in a rich breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did feel a picayune sorry for her, now that wrath, Lust, foreplay, 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 peachy soul for helping me and if you guys had sex it was because she is a giving person."

"Much in effect"I complimented, genuinely surprised at how comfortable those words came for her.

I let my cock ease out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetizing mixture of oil, semen, and maybe a little faecal topic 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 piddle warm. I wet the cloth and the proceeded to clean up my ex-wife.

"How's you little fanny hole ?"I asked with a mixture of headache and self-satisfaction.

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

"commodity. retrieve the pain and feeling the succeeding clip you think of insulting Tasha"

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

I tossed my apparel into the hamper as I walked into my elbow room and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side. She was covered with a sheet to her waist. Rachel's soundbox had taken the lecherousness out of my organic structure, 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 would naturally obtain her flop boob and my cock would draw close between her ass cheeks, like a rabbit in it's tunnel. For some reason, this would put me to sleep in moments. The fact that we had usually fucked like porn genius 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 sister. 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 sister a object lesson. No, she just looked so angelic I didn't want to wake her.

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

"Was Tasha a good young lady ?"

I wasn't sure if I should explain everything. It just felt damage to separate Kim I had not fucked her dependable friend. That thought sounded wrong and it gave me pause. This was so fox. 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 behind against me, seeking my warmness, and then drifting back to sleep.

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

I awoke the succeeding morning a little timeworn. I got ready and kissed Kim good-by. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever lesson sustenance or distraction she could offer. But, I thought bringing two girls would be too a great deal. One, I could say, was my out of town cousin-german and she was hanging with me for the sunrise. But, if there were two girl flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets suspicious.

Anyway, this was going to be an occupy dawn. 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 attender is there he will require to go. It's a form of an unenforced insurance that two guy go when you take a body to the crematorium. I'm not sure why. Maybe they are worried about working man's comp claims, even though one soul can deal the gurney just fine. Maybe they are concerned about snake god, but as we are issued no weapons, manual on vodoun, or even shake 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 trouble today if he came.

After I got the abruptly wagon loaded I would drop by and pick up Tasha. I was more than a fiddling curious to see how she would curry for our tryst with Francois Jacob. I had no question it would be impressive and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my plan is in Fate's handwriting. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say the architectural plan was deposited equally in Tasha's top and Jacob's pants. I know what I want to fall out, but I don't make out how or if it will come off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a broad time of day and a half before formula. I prayed that Julius was not also in early. I needed to feign like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the pretend excuse of ignoring Dr. Syygo's two man policy, because Julius was just not available. Maybe the mavin had lined up, because Savannah, Dr Syygo's omnipresent escritoire told me that Dr. Syygo had given Julius the day off. If I'd have known that I would take in slept in. I called Tasha and let her be intimate I would not be there to blame her up until 8:30ish. There was no period in rushing out at this early minute 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 stock for me. There were no new cases to sue for the good morning. I had only a little routine reputation 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 sole 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 chance event. She was OK, but he still checked in later that afternoon.

With all of this workings in my party favour, I was sure that disaster was in store for me. My imagination went it to overdrive. Jacob will be on vacation and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, heterosexual person female will be working in his stead. Or maybe, the law will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematorium. They would be ready to swoop on me for stealing one torso and trying to commit role player with my two forms and one body gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red lighter, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the seat beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the perfectly Plough. That was a strict no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a zombie who was not amused by all of the jokes Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was sure to happen, and I was making myself crazy thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's apartment without running any red lights or attracting the attention of even a individual living dead. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a quick coup d'oeil 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 appearance in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a total darkness one piece clothes. The top was completely strapless and the bottom hem just kissed her mid thighs. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a tube top, and only Tasha's sizeable breasts were providing the detrition that kept it from sliding down. I thought at showtime she was wearing a strapless bra to offer support, but her upright mammilla dispelled that idea. The rest of her outfit was a pair of highschool heel sandals that make Tasha's stage expression longer. She had her haircloth down and it hung like a head of hair highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking commons middle.

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

"volition this do ?"

Tasha asked as she eased in to my car. I must birth been staring as the next thing I heard was Tasha's voice, with a humourous whole step.

"earth to Ron. Earth to Ron. How do I count ?"

"Jacob's not going to lie with 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 clock time Tasha said something, I would glint at her and my heart would wander down. I decided I was probable wrong and she was bounteous than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the short time we were in the car she had to pull her top up at least three times. I did myself no favors. I kept thinking it would take no effort at all to pull it down and see Tasha's heavenly globe. I kept reminding myself to sharpen. Mercifully, it was only about 15 minutes to the crematorium.

We parked in front of the unloading surface area and Tasha and I went inside. The receptionist buzzed us in, and I headed for the back where Francois Jacob should be working. I wasn't sure if he would be working at the furnace or at his cube. I knew the way to both ; this was far from my first time here. We found Jacob at his square 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 wide and his back talk not fully closing after the words escaped.

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

I said all of this too tight and I thought I sounded like a criminal. Francois Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the simply word that registered was ‘ soundbox ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my corpse.

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

I could listen the bicycle turning and the odor the smoke as Jacob was trying to come in up with a plan to ask her out.

"planetary house this."I said as I handed him the clipboard with Jane Doe's information on it."Then I was variety of hoping you might usher Tasha the deeds here. She's never seen a crematorium and she thinks it's cool."

We had worked this lame write up out in betterment. It had only one chance to work, and that was only if Francois Jacob was so stricken with Tasha he would try only"Show Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cups, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the spell staring at Tasha's thorax. Tasha and I exchanged a quick coup d'oeil and knowing smiling. We were half way there.

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

"That is so courteous 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, anticipate me Jake."

Jacob shook his head teacher to crystallise it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would need to put down the ID number on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe cast and Julia's unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so absorbed on not missing a one curve of Tasha's physical structure, he didn't notice any matter I did. He was also about to delegate the undertaking of recording the ID entropy. Thank God for big tit.

"Record the number for me, OK Ron ?"

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the consistency to make certainly the decent ashes got to the right kinfolk. I needed Jane Doe's ash to end up with Julia's family. This ID issue would see that it happened that way.

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

Jacob yammered the completely metre, trying to move the underworld out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to look worry, but I could secernate she did not like the idea of messing with another trunk. She asked questions and would hollo as a good deal aid to her breasts as often as potential, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as much as Jacob. Tasha really did look good in that flyspeck dress. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to observe Tasha's hips sway one way and then the former. The clothes would give a brightness swishing sound in time with her rock. It was a slight hypnotic. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was sure she had either no underclothing or was wearing a G-string. I stared at her wellspring formed bottom for many present moment trying to incur panty personal line of credit. There weren't any.

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

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

I was ready for this.

"Jacob, you're a bang-up guy and everything, but she's not going out with you. She has a fellow back home. He's a big, mother-fucking construction worker, and she's in passion. Checking out those mammilla is as shut as you'll get."

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

"clotheshorse, cousin-german or not, I'd be all over that if I thought I had a chance. But, all she talk of the town about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so nice. Bobby is so hard. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to suffer to love looking."

Then he brightened up.

"Do you think she would take a characterization 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 girl.

"She might."I said with a musical note of possibleness 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 address Book, and handed it to him.

"Key in your number"I said.

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

"Are you boys done, yet ?"she asked

"diddlysquat !"Jacob and I said together.

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

"Well, I'll just feature to cover my eyes"Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She's playing the interested female person 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 require to inspect the eubstance for cicatrix that might suggest an planted aesculapian devise. Those cause a lot of equipment casualty if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were scars, but none of them surgical, and only one large enough for a pacesetter. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found nothing. We had her in the jewel casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few min.

Francois Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you desire to press the push ?"Jacob asked Tasha's tit

This crematorium is a commonwealth of the art installation. Once you have the body in the casket, and the casket on the slab, you push a button and the figurer takes over. A doorway opens, the casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 hours the body is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

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

"Sure, hail over here and I'll appearance you."

Tasha did, making certain 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 bells and whistles, and showing her what every dial and gauge was for. Finally he pointed to the green clitoris, Tasha pushed it, and the jewel casket started to roll out in.

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

"wait this, Francois Jacob. I want to get a pictorial matter of you two."I said.

"Snuggle in snug"I added as I framed the picture on my earpiece.

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 base and then relaxed.

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

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

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

"You forgot to sign it"

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

"Hey ! We look moderately good."

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

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to declare oneself a copy of the pics to Jacob. Francois Jacob's eyes were back on the earpiece, as he was making each picture great. I quickly pointed at the earphone and tried to mime sending a picture to Jacob. But, she just gave me the garbled look. She just shook her header, exasperated, and got in ending to Jacob to see the word picture. I guess I was going to have to suggest it. I was just about to when Tasha spoke.

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

Francois Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in disbelief. I agreed, of trend, and made a point of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's number in my headphone already. I whisked the pictures off. Jacob looked like he was going to burst forth. I thought I should assume him down a notch, just in case 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 send copies to your boyfriend, though. You know how green-eyed Bobby gets"I said trying to communicate, with my eyes, to Tasha. She was quickly on the ingestion this time.

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

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

With that we all walked out of the room access, into the office sphere, and towards the front door. Jacob stopped at the response sphere and we said our last good-byes. Tasha and I didn't say another parole until we were in the car.

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

Tasha smiled and asked

"Now what happens ?"

"Well, when Francois Jacob is done in there, he will put the ash in a transportation box, and send them to Julia's parents. All the ash look alike, so they won't be able to tell the difference. I'll put a pretender number in the ID tag field on Jane Doe's shape. It won't thing as there aren't any ashes to post. The address to send off the ash to is back to the morgue. I'll indicate on the variety I received the ash and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed torso. Both mannequin will get filed in their respective leaflet and unless somebody really starts investigating and asking inquiry, everything should be fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……