“ Need some aid ?"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 male parent's truck. She looked sexy as hell. I took a long look at her.

Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red fuzz. It was full and framed the pale skin of her cheek. The red brought out the bottle green colour of her centre and the smattering of Inner Light freckles. Her face is very attractive and after her striking middle, her replete lips are it's most pronounced feature of speech. My eyes drifted down to her tee shirt covered dresser. Tasha usually wore dress that hid her large breast. She had a fairly small underframe that made her D-cups spirit even vainglorious. I had never seen to a greater extent than a minuscule cleavage. I have checked often.

Her rose hip flared out a bit wider than she would have liked. I'd heard her credit her"big bum"on occasion, but it looks middling fine, to me.. I don't know if she is in to it or not, but I'd thought of tapping her ass on many function Today she had on jeans and though she wasn't facing the correctly focus, 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 enquiry. I felt a little blush and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

"Sure"

It came out a little nervous and richly pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to grab the reference cord and thermoregulator from inside. I expected the niggling giggle that I had heard so often when I amused her, but she just nodded and went to get the equipment.

I climbed up into the bed of the truck and noticed that the lid of the deep-freeze was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would involve to adjust the body. I was not faulty. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really postulate to break off cerebration of her as a mortal, it was going to be hard enough to do this as it was. The body…. looked liked it had just been dumped in. I'm sure that was exactly what happened in all the haste.

I pulled the body into a sitting position, bending her legs up, and spreading them apart. The place was not venerating, but her body needed to lie between her human knee so the lid would close. I would also be able-bodied to drag her out a piffling easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

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

"glad I'm not the lonesome 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 fling. But, even Kim's earlier permission to lie with her secure 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 account what I am feeling.

"I just need to speak"she added sensing my internal conflict"Promise."

Maybe I AM dense. But, the intellection 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 occupy the inside temperature and send it to the thermostat. The freezer would be plugged into the same thermoregulator building block. The unit of measurement gets plugged into a wall mercantile establishment. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermostat would cut the power. When it rose a grade above the set point the power would be restored and the freezer would get down to cool again. I'd picked this nifty little gadget up from a entrepot that specializes in making base beer. I doubt they would feature guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the extension cord to get magnate from the away electric wall socket by the porch. I set the thermostat at 34 degrees and listened as the freezer hummed to life sentence and began to cool. The digital readout said 54 degrees. We had kept the deep freezer running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hours ago. I watched it for a few present moment and the temp reading changed to 53 degrees. I reduplicate checked the set point. Satisfied, I climbed down.

I looked around. Luckily my neighbor who shared this boundary with my rented house had moved away and his business firm was vacant. With the truck backed in and shield by a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the back yard, the deep freezer could not be seen. It could be heard, but only if you were tightlipped. I was still hesitant to leave.

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

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

Tasha was out in about two minute of arc. I imagine they talked about to a greater extent than just my gerry-rigged thermostat. We both headed towards the street where my car was parked.

"Where to ? I asked.

"How about cub ?"Tasha offered.

"That works."I said as we climbed in. Rookies was a good choice. On a Thursday Night, with the Rocky Mountains playing it would be just busybodied enough to preserve the waitress staff busy, but not so loud that we would have to yell to be heard. We did not desire to interest about who else might be listening.

"Are you alright ?"I asked her for what seem like the 100th time as I pulled away from the curb.

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

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

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

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

I was understood as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This wholly thing was moving fast. Billy Sunday the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later I have a beat body in the rachis of Tasha's hand truck. Our design has us burning that soundbox day after tomorrow. fasting. Very fast. All of my encephalon power has been focused on making the plan work.

"You saw Kim's house. I saw Kim and Rachel tied up, and Kim's tit cut. I think these the great unwashed 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 police can't do anything until Rachel is hurt or killed."

"Rachel and Kim think ?"she said with a hint of incredulity"What does Ron suppose ?"

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 trust that I didn't feel.

Tasha seemed to sense my fictitious bravado and continued pressing.

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

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

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

"Is that any good ?"I asked, 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. Somebody did all of the things that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my best friend and if she needs assistance, I'm going to serve. But, something look wrong to me."Tasha said as she took a three-fold 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 differentiate with that miss"she editorialized"So, why did she bear on us together tonight ?'

"Push ?"I said, still confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said omitting the share where Kim gave me permission to lie with her hot better friend.

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

"William Tell me about it"I said catching the waitress'eye."Another one shot ?"

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 palpate 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 matter that being put out to stud."

I finished with a smug 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 make love her answer. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is worry and I am being unfaithful or she isn't and my ego gets bruised.

"Well, let me put it this way. vertebral column in heights school when we would play our games with the other's boyfriend, we always had license to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing Thomas More than kissing and promiscuous petting. Later, they'd get a school text content breakup about an minute later"

"Wow. Dangerous game. You two are lucky you didn't get raped."I said and then continued"So you don't think she would commit 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 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 of voice, and then seeing the look on my side continued.

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

I wasn't sure 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 throw been a tone of jealousy. There was definitely some form of surd emotion tainting her words.

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

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

"Yeah, right. I've been friends with Kim since before you met Rachel. Rachel's a chunk breaker and if I didn't know better, I'd cuss 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 puff on her drink. She offered to buy the next one and I agreed.

I changed the issue 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.

"Well, I used the equipment at Dr. Rosencrantz's office to pattern. It's really simple to operate. Mom mentioned my calling plans and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some hands on education there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself"

Then she was silent thinking.

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

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old folk's home for date"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, permit 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 forcible sex ? That sounds like no fun at all"she said, not helping me at all.

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

"Ewwwww. I don't want to do anything more with absolutely bodies. Tomorrow night is enough"

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

I paused looking for a reaction. Tasha looked at least uncoerced to get a line me out.

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

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

"No ! No ! blaze, 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 miserly bloomers, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

I said that net role, 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 fuzz and dumbbell, that he'll sign anything ?"

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

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

"Big Time times two"I agreed

"You can take off with another mike's"she finished.

That round of golf ended up being our finale. We chatted about subjects not dealing with dead bodies as we finished our drink. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was smart and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the same belief and value. She had me in tear with one joke and beer coming out my horn in with another. But, after our fourth deglutition, we decided to call it a night.

As we drove to her place we made plans for the morning. I would blame her up, in the hearse, no LE. She would pretend to be my cousin-german from out of township. I pulled in to the parking lot of her flat building and parked. Tasha got out, walked over to my side, leaned in, and gave me a longsighted wet buss, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a mischievous grin.

I just shake my chief as I pulled out and headed abode.

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 trusted what I would tell apart her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk of the town. I wondered what Kim's reaction 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 domicile and checked the thermostat. It was reading 35 degrees and the deep freezer was running. perfective tense. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my watch. It was 11:30. I had a slam. When I walked in the door it was Rachel who greeted me from her seat at the kitchen table.

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

"Yeah, because YOUR animation depends on it"I replied, feeling my anger rise.

"Whatever."

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

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

That did it.

"You fucking cunt ! 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 practiced than she is ?"

Rachel was silent, which was the second smartest thing she could feature done. numeral one would give been to apologize. 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 dyad of PJ shorts.

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

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

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

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

Rachel is sink dead gorgeous. We were married for five eld and I never got tired of looking at her trunk. She has that Hellenic hour-glass human body, with a narrow waist, and an sweet typeface. Her now exposed chest pouted up gently as she tried to keep back 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 mean it"

"Now get out of those boxers 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 jeans. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her pantie and shorts. Then she just stood their au naturel, covering her breast with one arm and her pussycat with the other.

"paw behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a realize position of her body. Rachel did not expend lots time in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still lay down out her tan pipeline, advertisement that she swam in a pocket-sized bikini. The milky white bikini outline on her tit added to the temptingness of the office. I watched as the red/pink of her mamilla rose and fell with her chest.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's weighting and how good it was.
I let the firm melon slip though my fingers until her areola was on my thumb. I worried her niggling nub with my quarter round, trying to get it to declaration. Then in a quick motion, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

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

"You've got a life-threatening spanking coming and then I'm going to sleep together that incredibly shapely and compressed ass of yours. I'm going to enjoy it immensely. Now you are free to wee-wee all the haphazardness you want, but if you wake Kim up, I'm pulling my peter out of your ass, and sticking in that big oral cavity of yours, and we will just end up there. How's that sound ?'

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

"list on the rejoinder !"

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

"Take two dance step back !"I snapped

She did, but took her hands off the riposte.

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

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

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

"Please, don't. I'll be upright. I promise."Rachel said as she displayed her nigh private region to me.

I basked in her exposure and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over shoulder width apart. Rachel has always had great legs, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't white either. They had just enough color to pay 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 pussy. The rap lips were closed, but her entirely labium was puffy and swollen. I thought I knew why. I put my bridge player between her legs and rubbed her clit and slipped a digit inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you tight 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 detest to inflame Kim."I reminded. She was tacit as I continued to rub her kitty, and watching her squirm with embarrassment and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

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

"Ow ! she yelped

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

"Please. That hurts."

slap !

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

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

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

Slap ! slap ! smack !

I gave Rachel's close ass cheek three quick swats.

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

Slap ! smack ! smack !

I evened up the red on her fanny and then paused to reply head 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 sleep together your tight ass."

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

"And maybe you'll retrieve the bother before you open that big backtalk of yours to diss soul risking clink to assist you"

That thought brought my ira to the forefront, nudging out Arousal for the consequence in the battle of emotions. The next swats were practically harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a meek erythema solare red, that while showing progression 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 hollow for drainage. Rachel was not as happy and she jumped on the impact and had to stifle a cry of pain.

"Umm ! No more ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's body jumped with each blow and her stark breasts jiggled and swayed with her efforts to dance away the pain on her ass.

"All you have to do is beg me to have it away you up your ass, and I'll plosive speech sound !"

"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 1 and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the idea of having my slimy hammer put into her mouth straight from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her thinker.

"Aye ! Please give up ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each countersign was punctuated by a grave setback to her now angry red tooshie. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her deferred payment she kept her perspective. I paused for a endorse to afford her a chance to speak.

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

"No. The pain will do you good."

"Please. It hurts."she whimpered.

I'm just an old softie.

"What do I get ?"I asked.

Rachel was not trusted 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 earn her a abruptly break. She took a chance.

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

Thack !

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

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

Rachel hated to ingest a stopcock in her mouth. Blowjobs were rarified when we were married. They were reserved for prison term when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

"Ok"

I answered a little too quickly. That recognition triggered a red flag. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her besotted little snatch, instead of that vice-grip ass she was still displaying for me ? Maybe.

"On you knees"I ordered

Rachel complied and waited for me to undo my pants.

"You want to suck my 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 clit and unzipped my fly. She eased my jean down and with them my underclothes as well. As soon as my cock sprang free people, she took it in her manus and guided me to her backtalk.

The wet, warm belief as her tongue went under my cock and her mouth closed on my reed organ was intoxicating. anger had given up it's wind many moment ago and was now in one-fourth place, trailing stimulation, Lust, and Power.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately quick way. I was quickly ramping up to an plosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido blanket awake, the alcoholic beverage had fueled the firing, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my cock to stage of acting like a fire hose. The cerebration of Rachel trying to get out of her ass piece of tail brought me down to earth and I grabbed the whisker on the back of her headspring, 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 get word some manners and a moral on what you are putting people through. Got it ?"

superpower was definitely leading the ring right now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my prick still half in her back talk, and her center staring to swell up. Rachel began again, this prison term slow and deliberately. God, did that feel good. Rachel milked my cock each fourth dimension she pulled back and then took me to the back of her pharynx each clock time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a dyad of in of my dick not in her mouth.

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

I felt her fight my push, but knowing she had to open in. When my turncock hit tonsilla, she shifted her forefront to a new angle and pushed herself on me. My peter slipped down her throat stopping only when her olfactory organ was buried in my pubic haircloth.

"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 cock, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that tight feeling around my unharmed organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

"Get up and bend the fucking 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 interpret this. I guided my stopcock to her pussy, swiped it up to feel the tunnel and rammed myself in to the hilt in one movement.

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 pussy carry me and protrude to draw the sexual climax out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's hip joint into me as my pace quicken, and exponent started to gain on lustfulness, ordering me to force back my turncock to her soul. The strait of our hips meeting made a liquid slapping sound, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

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

"No ! Please !"She cried out.

Panic had crept into her vocalisation. I knew she was worried about being extraneous, naked. She was disquieted 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 clay earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my butt"she blurted out, fully expecting these magic watchword to have me to bar pounding her cunt like a pneumatic hammer. 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 be intimate my butt."She said flatly, but urgently, as my pace had quickened signally I was getting close.

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

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

"Your what ?"I asked

"My ass ! Please ! I want your stopcock 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 cunt, maybe a second gear, two at the most, from blowing a hole through her with my sexual climax. I could finger my putz pulsing and jump. Even with Rachel's wet cunt not milking the interjection out of me, I was in danger of it finding it's own way out. That would be so dissatisfactory. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my tool stopped it throbbing and my heart rate came down from the stratosphere. I took a couple of calming breathes.

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

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

I wormed my pollex into Rachel's loaded bung muddle, marveling that I was about to fulfil it with my own dick. I was thinking about running upstairs to get the AstroGlide and an applier when inspiration struck.

While, still flip fucking Rachel's ass I opened the last-place drawer and pulled out a small turkey baster. I have never basted a joker in my life history, and I doubt this instrument was ever going to be used for that purpose. But it's foresightful subway will hold a lot of oil and it's narrow tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me pluck that out and I saw her eyes go wide.

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

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

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

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

"Dry it is"I said and pressed my still violently strong cock in the general field of her forbidden entrance.

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

I was filling the subway as she complained. I lubed up the unharmed contraption with additional oil and checked that there were no pugnacious bound. Then I eased the tip into Rachel's ass. I saw her tighten up, so I swatted her still very red seat cheek with me disembarrass hand.

"Goddammit ! testament you relax !"

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

"This is gross"Rachel complained.

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

SWAT ! !

"Ow ! !"she cried out

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

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

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

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

It was only another two column inch until it was all the way in and I couldn't assistant myself. I steadily pushed the tube until only the golosh light bulb was seeable. seven-spot inches of clear charge plate was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the light bulb again, and then eased it back out.

More than a little of the oil came with it. I quickly took off my fabric. I was amazed that the cerebration 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 tool and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly virginal hole. My chief 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 ! terminate !"she said much louder than anytime so far.

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

"How is my oily tool going to savor, Rachel ?"I managed to get out as Lust took the lead, and began to insist that I ram my tool home.

I felt Rachel relax and I pushed in. Her pie-eyed ass gave ground grudgingly.

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

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

"Rub you cunt."I commanded. When she didn't reach between her legs instantly, I gave a quick thrust of my pelvic arch to add a piddling punctuation when I told her again.

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

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

I pulled nigh of the way out and beat back in backbreaking.

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

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, I like it a lot !"I said as I thrust a piffling hard to add vehemence.

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

I didn't precaution ; I was just two pace from heaven on a downhill slope. I pulled Rachel into me using her hips as my handle and our trunk made a very hearty, smacking sound as they met.

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

"You me want to land up in your backtalk ?"I asked, not really wanting to kibosh, but figuring I would bear on a button.

"Noooo !"she wailed"Please just hurry ! My tooshie 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 fold to coming to care too very much. I let go with one manus, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfect tits and mauled it. I found the nipple, and just as I felt my balls declaration and let fly with my seed, I gave the nub a violet twist.

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

But the pain had caused Rachel to tense up every muscle in her body, just as I gave my final deep thrusting to empty my Lucille Ball into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's soundbox as one, two and three blastoff fired into her gut. I released her tit, grabbed both hips and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

Black musca volitans appeared in my vision and I felt lightheaded. Lights flashed behind my eyes and I was wondering where all the air was. I could feel my heart pounding, but everything else seemed to own stopped. Then, as nimble as it had begun, my coming retreated and I took in a deep breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did sense a short sorry for her, now that Anger, Lust, Arousal, and baron had all been satiated. But, I reminded myself what had set this off.

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

"sniff..sniff…Tasha is a great somebody 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 words came for her.

I let my rooster ease out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetising mixture of oil, semen, and maybe a minuscule fecal matter that drained out behind me. If there was any line of descent, I couldn't see it.

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

"How's you minuscule edge hole ?"I asked with a mix of fear and self-satisfaction.

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

"goodness. commend the pain and feeling the following time you think of insulting Tasha"

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

I tossed my clothes into the shackle as I walked into my elbow room and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side. She was covered with a mainsheet to her waist. Rachel's organic structure had taken the lust out of my trunk, but I still coveted the feeling of Kim's firm body against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My right hand would naturally find her right breast and my stopcock would draw close between her ass cheeks, like a rabbit in it's tunnel. For some ground, this would put me to sleep in minute. The fact that we had usually fucked like pornography hotshot right before might let something to do with it.

I was as quieten as I could be getting into bed. I wasn't worried about Kim being furious with me for what I had just done to her sister. I was sure 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 lesson. No, she just looked so saintly I didn't want to inflame her.

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

"Was Tasha a good girlfriend ?"

I wasn't sure if I should explain everything. It just felt ill-timed to tell Kim I had not fucked her substantially admirer. That thought sounded damage and it gave me pause. This was so perplexing. 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 posterior against me, seeking my warmth, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘ That was a little odd'I thought to myself. I thought she would require inside information or something. But, it was like she had asked if my playground ball game had gone all right. I did not kip as well as I normally did.

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

Anyway, this was going to be an interesting morning. I needed to get to the dead room early and get the Jane Doe loaded up. I have to be there early, because if Julius, the mortuary attendant is there he will need to go. It's a sort of an unenforced insurance that two guy wire go when you take a body to the crematorium. I'm not sure why. Maybe they are worried about workman's comp claims, even though one soul can handle the gurney just fine. Maybe they are concerned about zombies, but as we are issued no weapons, manual on voodoo, or even rock SALT, I'm intellection that isn't it. We joke about zombies a lot and Julius is fun to be around, but he would definitely be a problem today if he came.

After I got the dead beach waggon loaded I would swing out by and pick up Tasha. I was more than a little peculiar to see how she would dress for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no doubt it would be impressive and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

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

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a full minute and a half before convention. I prayed that Julius was not also in early on. I needed to pretend like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the pretend excuse of ignoring Dr. Syygo's two man policy, because Julius was just not uncommitted. Maybe the stars 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 feature slept in. I called Tasha and let her know I would not be there to find fault her up until 8:30ish. There was no point in rushing out at this early hour if I didn't have to. It would only look suspect later.

The cockcrow went so polish I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in store for me. There were no new cases to serve for the morning. I had only a little routine report and paperwork to postulate with. Even that could have been put off until tomorrow. Then the capper ; Dr Syygo took the day off as well. The only metre I have ever seen my boss take a day off, that wasn't planned a calendar 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 imaginativeness went it to overdrive. Jacob will be on vacation and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, heterosexual female person will be working in his place. 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 consistence and trying to practice fraud with my two forms and one organic structure stratagem. Or, maybe I would run a red light, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the seat beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the suddenly wagon. 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 joke Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was certain to occur, and I was making myself loony thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's apartment without running any red lights or attracting the attention of even a one zombie. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a promptly glance as she waved through her windowpane. I kept an eye on her threshold hoping that Tasha's outfit would disquiet me from the impending doomsday I was imagining. She did not disappoint.

As soon as she made her appearing in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a dim one piece frock. The top was completely strapless and the freighter hem just kissed her mid thighs. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a underground top, and only Tasha's rich breasts were providing the rubbing that kept it from sliding down. I thought at first she was wearing a strapless bra to leave support, but her erect pap dispelled that thought. The rest of her getup was a pair of high heel sandals that make Tasha's legs look longer. She had her tomentum down and it hung like a mane highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking green eyes.

All thought 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 receive been staring as the next thing I heard was Tasha's vocalisation, with a humorous tone.

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

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

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to restrain my eyes on the route, but each time Tasha said something, I would glance at her and my eyes would drift down. I decided I was in all probability wrong and she was grown 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 to the lowest degree three times. I did myself no party favor. I kept thinking it would contain no drive at all to force it down and see Tasha's heavenly globes. I kept reminding myself to sharpen. Mercifully, it was only about 15 minutes to the crematorium.

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

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

"Who is this ?"Jacob said with his optic all-encompassing and his mouthpiece not fully closing after the wrangle escaped.

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

I said all of this too fast and I thought I sounded like a felonious. Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the merely Holy Writ that registered was ‘ eubstance ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my corpse.

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

I could get wind the wheels turning and the smell the smoke as Jacob was trying to come up with a plan to ask her out.

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

We had worked this crippled story out in forward motion. It had only one chance to work, and that was only if Jacob was so smitten with Tasha he would try only"Show Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cup, Jacob starred scribbled his touch all the patch staring at Tasha's chest of drawers. Tasha and I exchanged a quick glance and knowing grin. 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 squeamish of you, Jake ! Can I phone you, Jake ?"Tasha said with a little spring 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, call me Jake."

Jacob shook his head to authorise it, and then got a metallic element ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would need to commemorate the ID number on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe var. and Julia's unsigned soma was on the clipboard. But, he was so purport on not missing a ace curve of Tasha's organic structure, he didn't notice any thing I did. He was also about to assign the project of recording the ID data. Thank God for big boobs.

"platter the figure for me, OK Ron ?"

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the body to make certainly the justly ash got to the right phratry. I needed Jane Doe's ash tree to end up with Julia's family unit. This ID number would see that it happened that way.

Tasha took bang and let Francois Jacob fawn over her, offering her a drink, and pointing out every nook and crack of the building as we made our way to the sorrel arena. 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 all time, trying to shanghai the perdition out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to look interested, but I could assure she did not like the approximation of messing with another torso. She asked questions and would call as a good deal attention to her breast as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as much as Jacob. Tasha really did take care unspoiled in that bantam dress. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha's hips sway one way and then the other. The dress would make a light swishing sound in time with her sway. It was a little mesmeric. As I stared at her aphrodisiac ass, I was trusted she had either no underwear or was wearing a flip-flop. I stared at her well formed merchant ship for many instant trying to find step-in lines. 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 go away. Tasha decided to do just that, and asked where the ladies room was. As the threshold closed shut Francois Jacob almost shouted.

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

I was ready for this.

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

Jacob looked like Dec 25 had been canceled and St. Nick Claus was blaming him.

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

Then he brightened up.

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

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

"She might."I said with a note of opening in my voice"Do you require 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 routine"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 suffer to cover my centre"Tasha giggled

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

All we really needed to do was to get Julia in the cremation casket. Francois Jacob would require to inspect the organic structure for scars that might indicate an implanted checkup devise. Those cause a lot of legal injury if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were mark, but none of them operative, and only one large enough for a pacemaker. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found nothing. We had her in the casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few minutes.

Francois Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you want to press the clitoris ?"Francois Jacob asked Tasha's tit

This crematorium is a state of the art adroitness. Once you have the torso in the casket, and the coffin on the slab, you push a release and the computer 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 language Idol. I was starting to occupy that she was hamming it up too much.

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

Tasha did, making sure her breast brushed against him. I thought Jacob was going to cum in his pants. He made a big production of showing her all the Vanessa Bell and whistles, and showing her what every dial and gauge was for. Finally he pointed to the fleeceable button, Tasha pushed it, and the jewel casket started to roll in.

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

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

"Snuggle in faithful"I added as I framed the icon on my speech sound.

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

The electronic shutter dog announced the moving-picture show was taken. I had them beat for a distich 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 anxious, 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 bless it"

This was the moment of accuracy. How distrait 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 signature and handed it back. I exchanged it for my earphone which already had the first film 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 phone to Tasha.

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to offer a copy of the flick to Jacob. Francois Jacob's eyes were back on the phone, as he was making each painting bigger. I quickly pointed at the sound and tried to mime sending a picture to Jacob. But, she just gave me the blur smell. She just shook her forefront, exasperated, and got in last to Francois Jacob to see the pictures. I guess I was going to have to indicate it. I was just about to when Tasha spoke.

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

Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in incredulity. I agreed, of course, and made a point of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's number in my telephone already. I whisked the pictures off. Francois Jacob looked like he was going to explode. I thought I should consume him down a notch, just in typeface he thought about pressing his hazard 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 off copies to your fellow, though. You know how jealous Bobby gets"I said trying to pass on, with my eyes, to Tasha. She was quick on the uptake this time.

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

Francois Jacob deflated, but he was much comfortably a present moment 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 bosom crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the door, into the office field, and towards the movement door. Jacob stopped at the receipt area and we said our final goodbye. Tasha and I didn't say another word until we were in the car.

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

Tasha smiled and asked

"Now what happens ?"

"Well, when Jacob is done in there, he will put the ashes in a shipping 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 fake number in the ID tag field on Jane Doe's form. It won't matter as there aren't any ashes to air. The name and address to send the ashes to is back to the mortuary. I'll indicate on the form I received the ash tree and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both forms will get filed in their various folders and unless someone really starts investigating and asking questions, everything should be fine."

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

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

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

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

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

I felt my eyebrow shoot up and I nearly got whiplash as my headspring spun to wait at her. One two-word opinion burst into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……