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

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

Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red hairsbreadth. It was full and framed the pale skin of her case. The red brought out the bottle cat valium vividness of her eyes and the smattering of lighter freckles. Her boldness is very attractive and after her take up center, her wide back talk are it's most judge feature. My eyes drifted down to her T-shirt cover up chest. Tasha usually wore clothes that hid her gravid chest. She had a fairly small frame that made her D-cups look even larger. I had never seen more than a little segmentation. I have checked often.

Her pelvic arch flared out a bit wide than she would have liked. I'd heard her mention her"big butt"on social occasion, but it looks pretty okay, to me.. I don't know if she is in to it or not, but I'd view of tapping her ass on many function Today she had on jeans and though she wasn't facing the in good order centering, 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 motion. I felt a little flushed and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

"Sure"

It came out a little nervous and high pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to grab the lengthiness 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 soundbox. I was not wrong. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really need to stop thought of her as a someone, 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 consistency into a sitting position, bending her legs up, and spreading them apart. The stead was not respectful, but her torso needed to lie between her knees so the lid would close. I would also be capable to drag her out a short easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

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

"sword lily I'm not the only when 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 get been all over her offer. But, even Kim's earlier permission to sleep with her best admirer, did not seem to allow me absolution.

"I cleared it with Kim"she added.

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

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

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

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

I took the thermostat from Tasha and dropped the probe inside. The investigation would take the deep down temperature and transport it to the thermostat. The freezer would be plugged into the Lapplander thermoregulator unit. The unit gets plugged into a wall mercantile establishment. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermostat would cut the baron. When it rose a degree above the set point the power would be restored and the freezer would commence to cool again. I'd picked this great little gadget up from a store that specializes in making home beer. I doubt they would throw guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the extension electric cord to get might from the outdoors electrical electric receptacle by the porch. I set the thermostat at 34 arcdegree and listened as the freezer hummed to life and began to chill. The digital readout said 54 grade. We had kept the freezer running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ minute ago. I watched it for a few moments and the temp reading changed to 53 academic degree. I double checked the set degree. Satisfied, I climbed down.

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

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

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

Tasha was out in about two minutes. I imagine they talked about more than just my gerry-rigged thermoregulator. We both headed towards the street where my car was parked.

"Where to ? I asked.

"How about cub ?"Tasha offered.

"That works."I said as we climbed in. Rookies was a serious option. On a Thursday night, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to hold back the wait staff busy, but not so trashy that we would induce to hollo to be heard. We did not want to worry about who else might be listening.

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

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 Sunday. That's about 48 hours Thomas More than you."

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

I was mum as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This whole matter was moving fast. Sunday the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four twenty-four hours later I have a dead body in the rachis of Tasha's truck. Our plan has us burning that body day after tomorrow. Fast. Very fast. All of my brain power has been focused on making the plan work.

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

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

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

"Rachel and Kim consider ?"she said with a suggestion of mental rejection"What does Ron think ?"

I was turning into rookie'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 false bravado and continued pressing.

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

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

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

"Is that any ripe ?"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 niggling better.

"Ron, I can't excuse what is going on. mortal did all of the things that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my best friend and if she needs helper, I'm going to help. But, something tone improper to me."Tasha said as she took a double swig of her microphone's.

"How so ?"I asked

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

I just looked at her waiting for her to explain.

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

"Push ?"I said, still confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said omitting the part where Kim gave me permission to fuck her hot best friend.

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

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

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

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

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

I finished with a self-complacent tone.

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

"What if I told you that Kim gave me permit 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 roll in the hay her response. 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. Back in in high spirits school when we would play our game with the early's boyfriend, we always had permission to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing more than kissing and light petting. Later, they'd get a text message detachment about an hr later"

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

"Rachel was just being a bitch. Even a death menace 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 face on my face continued.

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

I wasn't indisputable if I had touched a heart 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 whole step of jealousy. There was definitely some sort of firmly emotion tainting her words.

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

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

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

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

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

I changed the bailiwick and started talking about tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

Then she was silent thinking.

"Actually"Tasha said with a microphone's fueled giggle"He was doing quite a bit of"checking out"himself. He spent most of his time talking to my pectus. 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 base for engagement"I said baiting her.

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

I changed to a serious tone.

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

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

"I'm serious."I tried to continue

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

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

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

"Tasha !"I interjected and then continued"I need your help tomorrow morning at the crematorium"

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

"No. No, consistency. Well, no drained 1, anyway. I need to get two firing forms signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one trunk. The former is in your truck right now."

I paused looking for a response. Tasha looked at least will to hear me out.

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

"His employment area has several pin-ups, all red-heads. And, one time, 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 ! Inferno, no ! I'd never ask you to do that !"I said honestly."But, I was hoping that you might go with me, with maybe a low cut top, and nasty 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 blow Dr. Syygo, but I respected Tasha.

"And you figure he'll be so dazzled by my red hair and boobs, that he'll signboard anything ?"

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

"You can set forth with another Mike's"she finished.

That bout ended up being our last. We chatted about subjects not dealing with all in trunk as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was smart and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the same beliefs and values. She had me in split with one joke and beer coming out my nose with another. But, after our one-quarter drinkable, we decided to call it a Nox.

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

"Peachy."She said with a mischievous grin.

I just escape from my fountainhead as I pulled out and headed household.

Tasha's buss was on my judgement. She really was precious. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn't exactly sure what I would evidence her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk. I wondered what Kim's reaction would be to that. Hopefully, she would require to repay me for my faithfulness and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

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

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

"Yeah, because YOUR lifetime 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 level without agreeing with me. That was not my favorite part of her personality. Then not bequeath to leave well enough alone Rachel asked, in that patent-pending ball-busting whole tone, that I had listened to and hated for five year ;

"So, did you do it that piddling red-headed slut ?"

That did it.

"You fucking kick ! How dare you ! Tasha is risking jail to help oneself you out, and you can sit there and leer at her ? Insult her ? Like you're so much better than she is ?"

Rachel was silent, which was the secondly smartest affair she could experience done. Number one would have got been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not excuse, 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 tenuous summertime top, no bra, and a couple of PJ shorts.

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

"You're getting that ass of yours spanked and then fucked. comic 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 nominal head of her top and ripped it down. Rachel jumped as the top tore from the collar down passed her luscious C-cups.

Rachel is sink utter gorgeous. We were married for five long time and I never got tired of looking at her body. She has that definitive hour-glass name, with a narrow waist, and an cherubic fount. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to keep 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 trunks 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 scanty and boxershorts. Then she just stood their defenseless, covering her bosom with one arm and her slit with the other.

"Hands behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a clear sight of her body. Rachel did not spend much fourth dimension in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still make up out her tan bloodline, advertising that she swam in a lowly two-piece. The milky Edward D. White two-piece outline on her breasts added to the allurement of the spot. I watched as the red/pink of her pap rose and fell with her pectus.

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

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

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

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

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

"lean on the counter !"

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

"Take two steps back !"I snapped

She did, but took her hands off the counter.

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

When Rachel did as I ordered she had to bow at the shank.

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

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

I basked in her vulnerability and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over articulatio humeri width apart. Rachel has always had great legs, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't E. B. White either. They had just enough colouring to make you the impression that while she didn't display them often. Every now and then she let the domain gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to sense favor.

My eyes followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt stopover at her pussy. The pinko lips were closed, but her whole labium was tumid and swollen. I thought I knew why. I put my hired man between her peg and rubbed her clit and slipped a finger inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you pie-eyed little kitty wants you to get a spanking, Rachel"I said with a smirk in my voice.

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

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

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

Slap ! The sound of my justly deal impacting with Rachel's ass interrupted the tranquility of the room and startled Rachel.

"Ow ! she yelped

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

"Please. That hurts."

smacking !

Rachel only grunted and squirmed as a matching red hand appeared on the other English of her shapely White ass.

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

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

Slap ! Slap ! Slap !

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

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

smacking ! smacking ! smack !

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

"Oh, I don't know. Until my arm is too weary to spank you or until you beg me to fuck your nasty ass."

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

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

That thought brought my Anger to the forefront, nudging out arousal for the instant in the conflict of emotions. The side by side swats were much harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a balmy sunburn red, that while showing progression was not satisfying. I got an thought. I opened the draftsman to Rachel's left and took out a credit card spatula. Rachel saw this and started to blubber.

"N.n.nnoo ! P.pplease !

Thack !

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

"Umm ! No Thomas More ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's body jumped with each setback and her pure breasts jiggled and swayed with her efforts to trip the light fantastic toe away the pain on her ass.

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

"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 ducky kitchen implement harder than the late ones and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the thought of having my slimy turncock put into her lip straight from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her creative thinker.

"Aye ! Please stop ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each word was punctuated by a heavy blow to her now angry red freighter. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to annul each new swat. But, to her cite she kept her berth. I paused for a second to hand her a chance to speak.

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

"No. The painfulness will do you good."

"Please. It hurts."she whimpered.

I'm just an old softy.

"What do I get ?"I asked.

Rachel was not sure what I was asking. She knew I wanted her to pop the question up something intimate. But, she wasn't sure if she had to beg for an ass fucking, or if something else would realise her a short open frame. She took a opportunity.

"You could do me while I'm all bent-grass 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 gear, too !"

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

"Ok"

I answered a piddling too quickly. That actualization triggered a red pin. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her plastered picayune bitch, 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 unmake my pants.

"You want to give suck my hawkshaw 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 release and unzipped my fly. She eased my jeans down and with them my underwear as well. As soon as my cock sprang free, she took it in her handwriting and guided me to her mouth.

The wet, warm notion as her tongue went under my cock and her mouth closed on my organ was intoxicating. ira had given up it's pencil lead many moments ago and was now in fourth place, trailing Arousal, Lust, and force.

Rachel began to bob back and Forth, in a moderately prompt manner. I was quickly ramping up to an explosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido across-the-board awake, the alcohol had fueled the firing, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my cock to point of acting like a fire hose. The opinion of Rachel trying to get out of her ass fucking brought me down to land and I grabbed the hair on the back of her head word, stopping her cold.

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

Power was definitely leading the pack right now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my tool still half in her mouth, and her eyes staring to well up. Rachel began again, this time slow and deliberately. God, did that feel good. Rachel milked my putz each time she pulled back and then took me to the backbone of her throat each time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a couple of inches of my dick not in her mouth.

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

I felt her fight my button, but knowing she had to cave in in. When my cock hit faucial tonsil, she shifted her promontory to a new slant and pushed herself on me. My tool slipped down her throat stopping only when her nose was buried in my pubic hair's-breadth.

"Ohhhhhhh"I breathed out, and I put both hands on the backrest of her capitulum and pulled her into me, as I pushed forward. I pumped her throat lightly. Her throat wrapped around the head of my tool, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that fuddled feeling around my whole organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

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

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

A chill ran up my spine as Rachel jumped with the sudden intrusion. I pulled back and then started to quickly pump in and out of Rachel, feeling the tight, wet, warmth of her pussy take me and commence to soak up the orgasm out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's articulatio coxae into me as my pace quicken, and big businessman started to gain on lecherousness, ordering me to aim my hammer to her person. The speech sound of our hip group meeting made a liquid slapping sound, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

"Are you make 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 outside, naked. She was interest soul might see. She was worried about the pain I would inflict, but she was most worry about having to look at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the corpse earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my butt"she blurted out, fully expecting these sorcerous Word of God to cause me to stop pounding her twat like a jackhammer. I kept going.

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

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

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

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

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

"Your what ?"I asked

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

Lust had taken the lead, and stimulation and Anger were in the distance fighting for third.

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

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

"grasp still and unwind. You begged to be fucked in your rear end and it's coming."

I wormed my pollex into Rachel's stiff bung mess, marveling that I was about to make full it with my own cock. I was thinking about running upstairs to get the AstroGlide and an applicator when breathing in struck.

While, still pollex fucking Rachel's ass I opened the humiliated draftsman and pulled out a small joker baster. I have never basted a turkey in my aliveness, and I doubt this instrument was ever going to be used for that use. But it's long tube-shaped structure will hold a lot of oil and it's narrow tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me pull that out and I saw her center 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 thumb out, and got the vegetable oil out of cupboard above her head.

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

"Dry it is"I said and pressed my still violently concentrated cock in the general expanse of her forbid entrance.

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

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

"Goddammit ! volition you relax !"

Rachel made an exertion to do as I asked and I worked the point end into her stringent jam.

"This is receipts"Rachel complained.

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

SWAT ! !

"Ow ! !"she cried out

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

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

I answered by pushing it in another inch farther and squeezing the medulla oblongata at the end. I saw a looking at 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 column inch until it was all the way in and I couldn't aid myself. I steadily pushed the metro until only the rubber electric light was visible. seven-spot inches of realise plastic was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the bulb again, and then eased it back out.

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

"Pleasssee"she tried begging one to a greater extent time.

I pretended to misunderstand.

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

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

I felt the shudder rejoinder as the head of my turncock popped in past her outer hoop and then was squeezed to a stopover. Oh, was she tight.

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

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

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

I was going as dumb as I could. Rachel's ass was squeezing my cock so tight I wasn't sure I could get anything to occur out when I came. I bottomed out and I felt by balls slap lightly against Rachel's ignored kitty-cat.

"Rub you cunt."I commanded. When she didn't reach between her leg instantly, I gave a quick drive of my hips to add a little punctuation when I told her again.

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

This time she did, and I could see by her arm social movement that she was going full bore-hole. I savored having Rachel doing these matter she hated. In five years of matrimony, 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 to a lesser extent than a calendar week, it was mine.

I pulled most of the way out and drove in difficult.

"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 leisurely. I pumped faster.

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

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

"Well, I like it a lot !"I said as I thrust a piddling arduous to add stress.

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

I didn't aid ; I was just two steps from heaven on a downhill slope. I pulled Rachel into me using her hips as my handgrip and our trunk made a very satisfying, smacking strait as they met.

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

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

"Noooo !"she wailed"Please just hurry ! 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 to coming to care too a lot. I let go with one hand, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfective tits and mauled it. I found the tit, and just as I felt my Ball contract bridge and let fly with my germ, I gave the nub a violet twist.

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

But the botheration had caused Rachel to tense up every muscle in her body, just as I gave my last trench thrust to empty my bollock into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's body as one, two and three shots fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both pelvis and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

blackamoor touch appeared in my imagination and I felt lightheaded. luminance flashed behind my center and I was wondering where all the air was. I could feel my heart hammering, but everything else seemed to possess stopped. Then, as quick as it had begun, my sexual climax retreated and I took in a recondite breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did feel a minuscule sorry for her, now that ira, lecherousness, Arousal, and world power had all been satiated. But, I reminded myself what had set this off.

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

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

"Much dear"I complimented, genuinely surprised at how easily 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 fecal matter that drained out behind me. If there was any origin, I couldn't see it.

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

"How's you fiddling butt hole ?"I asked with a mixture of vexation and self-satisfaction.

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

"Good. Remember the hurting and feeling the next time you think of insulting Tasha"

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

I tossed my wearing 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 canvass to her shank. Rachel's soundbox had taken the lust out of my trunk, but I still coveted the spirit 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 out her mightily titty and my cock would snuggle between her ass cheeks, like a lapin in it's burrow. For some understanding, this would put me to log Z's in moments. The fact that we had usually fucked like porn stars right before might deliver something to do with it.

I was as hush 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 certain she would be hunky-dory with it. She might get 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 wake up her.

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

"Was Tasha a good daughter ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway, this was going to be an interesting daybreak. 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 accompaniment is there he will want to go. It's a variety of an unenforced insurance policy that two bozo go when you take a body to the cremation chamber. I'm not sure enough why. Maybe they are worried about workingman's comp call, even though one person can do by the gurney just fine. Maybe they are concerned about zombie spirit, but as we are issued no weapon system, manuals on fetish, or even rock salt, I'm cerebration that isn't it. We joke about zombi a lot and Julius is fun to be around, but he would definitely be a trouble today if he came.

After I got the numb beach waggon loaded I would swing by and cull up Tasha. I was more than a little curious to see how she would tog for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no question it would be impressive and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my programme is in Fate's work force. well, I suppose it would be Sir Thomas More accurate to say the plan was deposited equally in Tasha's top and Francois Jacob's pants. I know what I want to chance, but I don't know how or if it will come off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a broad hour and a half before formula. I prayed that Julius was not also in early. I needed to act 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 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 consume slept in. I called Tasha and let her love I would not be there to cull her up until 8:30ish. There was no point in rushing out at this early hr if I didn't have to. It would only calculate suspicious later.

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

With all of this working in my favor, I was sure that tragedy was in store for me. My imagination went it to overdrive. Francois Jacob will be on vacation and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, straight female will be working in his place. Or maybe, the law will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematorium. They would be ready to pounce on me for stealing one body and trying to consecrate impostor with my two forms and one dead body ploy. 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 abruptly 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 gag Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was certain 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 aid of even a single zombie. 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 disquiet 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 black one composition dress. The top was completely strapless and the bottom hem just kissed her mid second joint. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a tube top, and only Tasha's ample breasts were providing the friction that kept it from sliding down. I thought at initiative she was wearing a strapless bra to allow for funding, but her tumid teat dispelled that thought. The sleep of her outfit was a pair of high heel sandals that make Tasha's legs look longer. She had her hairsbreadth down and it hung like a head of hair highlighting her nerve, and bringing out her striking green eyes.

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

"testament this do ?"

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

"land to Ron. worldly concern to Ron. How do I look ?"

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

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to keep my oculus on the road, but each fourth dimension Tasha said something, I would glance at her and my middle would freewheel down. I decided I was belike wrongly and she was bigger than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the shortly meter we were in the car she had to rip her top up at least three times. I did myself no favors. I kept thinking it would take no cause at all to pull it down and see Tasha's heavenly world. I kept reminding myself to focalise. Mercifully, it was only about 15 instant to the crematorium.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We had worked this game write up out in progress. It had only one chance to work, and that was only if Francois Jacob was so smitten with Tasha he would hear only"appearance Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cup, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the while staring at Tasha's chest. Tasha and I exchanged a quick glance and knowing grin. We were half way there.

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

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

"Yeah, bid me Jake."

Jacob shook his mind to clear it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would need to record the ID numeral on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe variety and Julia's unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so spirit on not missing a single bender of Tasha's consistence, he didn't notice any matter I did. He was also about to delegate the project of recording the ID information. Thank God for big breast.

"Record the number for me, OK Ron ?"

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

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

Jacob yammered the whole metre, trying to impress the hell out of Tasha. Tasha did her share to look interested, but I could tell she did not like the idea of messing with another body. She asked questions and would name as much attending to her chest as often as potential, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as much as Jacob. Tasha really did look well in that lilliputian dress. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha's rosehip sway one way and then the former. The dress would make a get off swishing speech sound in meter with her rock. It was a piddling hypnotic. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was sure she had either no underclothes or was wearing a thong. I stared at her well formed bottom for many moment trying to find panty lines. There weren't any.

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

"Ron, you have to avail me with her. I will owe you. delight, do me a self-coloured here"

I was prepare for this.

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

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

"clotheshorse, full cousin or not, I'd be all over that if I thought I had a prospect. But, all she negotiation about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so nice. Bobby is so secure. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to have to savor looking."

Then he brightened up.

"Do you think she would take a word-painting with me ? Something I could put on my rampart ?"

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

"She might."I said with a bill of possibility in my spokesperson"Do you want me to ask her ?"

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

"Sure, Jacob."

I pulled out my telephone set, keyed up the address Good 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

"tinker's damn !"Jacob and I said together.

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

"wellspring, I'll just have to cover my middle"Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She's playing the concerned 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 need to scrutinize the eubstance for cicatrix that might signal an ingrained medical devise. Those cause a lot of damage if they explode in the hotness of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were scrape, but none of them surgical, and only one large enough for a sinoatrial node. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found nothing. We had her in the coffin and wheeled over to the oven in a few min.

Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you need to contract the button ?"Francois Jacob asked Tasha's knocker

This crematorium is a DoS of the art adeptness. Once you have the body in the casket, and the casket on the slab, you push a button and the electronic computer takes over. A doorway opens, the coffin is moved into the furnace and in about 2 minute the body is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Snuggle in confining"I added as I framed the picture show on my phone.

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 indorsement and then relaxed.

The electronic shutter suction stop announced the picture was taken. I had them pose for a brace of more. Francois Jacob was in Eden 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 binding my clipboard.

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

"You forgot to sign it"

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

"Hey ! We look pretty good."

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

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

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

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

Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in disbelief. I agreed, of course of instruction, and made a point of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's telephone number in my speech sound already. I whisked the depiction off. Jacob looked like he was going to explode. I thought I should take in him down a mountain pass, 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 station copies to your boyfriend, though. You know how covetous Bobby gets"I said trying to commune, with my middle, to Tasha. She was spry on the ingestion this time.

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

Jacob deflated, but he was much better a moment later, when Tasha hugged him adios and told him what fun it had been. I was a bit green-eyed as I watched Tasha's titty crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the door, into the office arena, and towards the front threshold. Francois Jacob stopped at the response area and we said our last good-byes. Tasha and I didn't say another Good Book 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 ashes in a shipping box, and send them to Julia's parents. All the ashes look alike, so they won't be able to tell the difference. I'll put a juke number in the ID tag field on Jane Doe's form. It won't matter as there aren't any ash tree to send. The destination to broadcast the ash to is back to the morgue. I'll indicate on the build I received the ash and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both pattern will get filed in their respective folders and unless someone really starts investigating and asking interrogative, everything should be fine."

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

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

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

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

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

I felt my eyebrows shoot up and I nearly got whiplash as my head spun to look at her. One two-word opinion fit into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……