“ Need some assist ?"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 truck. She looked sexy as hell. I took a retentive aspect at her.

Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red hairsbreadth. It was full and framed the blanch skin of her face. The red brought out the bottle K colouring material of her eye and the handful of abstemious freckles. Her facial expression is very attractive and after her striking eyes, her full rim are it's well-nigh pronounced lineament. My eyes drifted down to her t-shirt covered dresser. Tasha usually wore clothes that hid her large thorax. She had a fairly small frame that made her D-cups smell even full-grown. I had never seen to a greater extent than a little cleavage. I have checked often.

Her hips flared out a bit wider than she would feature liked. I'd heard her mention her"big tail end"on occasion, but it looks fairly fine, to me.. I don't know if she is in to it or not, but I'd intellection of tapping her ass on many occasion Today she had on dungaree and though she wasn't facing the right direction, I had already noted how well she filled them out.

‘ Oh, fuck'I thought. ‘ What do I do now ? ‘ I decided to just suffice the question. I felt a little flushed and it seemed to me like she asked it an time of day ago.

"Sure"

It came out a little flighty and high pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to grab the university extension 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 deep freezer was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would need to line up the organic structure. I was not wrong. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really postulate to barricade thinking of her as a person, it was going to be tough 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 eubstance into a sitting position, bending her peg up, and spreading them apart. The position was not venerating, but her trunk needed to lie between her knee so the lid would close. I would also be able to hale her out a little easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

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

"Glad I'm not the only one who is a trivial 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 stimulate been all over her go. But, even Kim's before permission to know her honorable 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 delineate what I am feeling.

"I just need to babble out"she added sensing my home conflict"Promise."

Maybe I AM obtuse. But, the thought of talking about this, with mortal who was more object glass than the Sister, did not vocalise 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 on the inner temperature and direct it to the thermostat. The freezer would be plugged into the Saami thermostat unit of measurement. The unit gets plugged into a wall exit. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermostat would cut the power. When it rose a degree above the set full point the business leader would be restored and the freezer would get to chill again. I'd picked this dandy little contraption up from a shop that specializes in making place beer. I doubt they would possess guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the denotation cord to get power from the outside electrical outlet by the porch. I set the thermoregulator at 34 level and listened as the freezer hummed to life-time and began to cool. The digital readout said 54 stage. We had kept the freezer running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hour ago. I watched it for a few moments and the temporary worker reading changed to 53 degrees. I reduplicate checked the set point. Satisfied, I climbed down.

I looked around. Luckily my neighbor who shared this edge with my rented star sign had moved away and his house was vacant. With the truck backed in and shield by a tree in the rearwards curtilage, 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 keep an eye on the thermometer. She can call in if there is a trouble"Tasha said sensing my anxiety, but not the exact reason why.

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

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

"Where to ? I asked.

"How about Rookies ?"Tasha offered.

"That works."I said as we climbed in. Rookies was a good choice. On a Thursday Night, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to keep the hold back staff busy, but not so loud that we would have to hollo to be heard. We did not want to concern about who else might be listening.

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

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

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

"Not much."I said a short defensively."I only agreed to this on Sunday. That's about 48 hours to a greater extent than you."

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

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

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

"I know. But, isn't this a job for the constabulary ? 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 mite of skepticism"What does Ron retrieve ?"

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 confidence that I didn't feel.

Tasha seemed to sense my false bravado and continued pressing.

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

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

Tasha did not answer my doubtfulness. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a Blue Sun Myung Moon, the Big conference size, and Tasha ordered a Mike's Hard Lemonade. The beverage were there before Tasha got back from her trip to the bathroom.

"Is that any unspoilt ?"I asked, Chin cocking at her drink.

She passed it over to me and I took a pull.

"Not bad. I could get used to that"I said feeling a little better.

"Ron, I can't explain what is going on. someone did all of the affair that we saw. There is no dubiety. Kim is my dear friend and if she needs assistant, I'm going to help. But, something feels faulty to me."Tasha said as she took a stunt woman gulp of her microphone'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 tell with that girl"she editorialized"So, why did she push us together tonight ?'

"Push ?"I said, still confused.

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

"After doing that, this all started to look unseasonable. When I mentioned talking, Kim said that I should tattle 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 nursing bottle as she said this and I think she blushed. I squirmed in my hot seat as she continued.

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

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

"I know. It was high school dramatic play Irish bull. 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, mass think something is wrong with you. So, it never felt entirely legal injury to act these games, but it never seemed redress either. It's the same nervous flavor I'm getting now. Like I said, like we were pushed together."

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

I said omitting the parting where Kim gave me permission to fuck her hot trump friend.

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

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

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 galvanise"I guess I didn't think of it that way. But, there are worse things that being put out to stud."

I finished with a self-satisfied tone.

"Pig"Tasha said with a big 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 business firm, but then realizing I didn't want to hump her answer. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is concerned and I am being unfaithful or she isn't and my ego gets bruised.

"fountainhead, let me put it this way. book binding in high schooling when we would bring our games with the other's boyfriend, we always had permission to get them hot and bothered, and then take the air away. Nothing more than kissing and illumination caressing. Later, they'd get a text content breakup about an hr later"

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

"Rachel was just being a bitch. Even a destruction 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 looking on my face continued.

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

I wasn't sure if I had touched a nerve or what. I was about to ask when she continued.

"How is that working out for you ?"Tasha asked, with what I thought might deliver been a tone of jealousy. There was definitely some sort of heavily emotion tainting her words.

"I imagine Kim mentioned my sex life 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.

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

"Yeah, right. I've been acquaintance with Kim since before you met Rachel. Rachel's a ballock breaker and if I didn't know punter, I'd swear she hated me. I know that if she is being"accommodating ”, someone has a gun to her head."

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

With that Tasha went silent for a few pulls on her potable. 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 alveolar 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 role to practice. It's really childlike to operate. Mom mentioned my vocation design and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some script on education there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself"

Then she was mute thinking.

"Actually"Tasha said with a mike's fueled giggle"He was doing quite a bit of"checking out"himself. He spent to the highest degree of his sentence talking to my dresser. He's old enough to be my Dad, but he's not abominable looking"

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old folks's home base for dates"I said baiting her.

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

I changed to a unplayful tone.

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

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

"I'm serious."I tried to persist in

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

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

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

"Tasha !"I interjected and then continued"I need your assistant tomorrow aurora at the crematorium"

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

"No. No, organic structure. Well, no abruptly ones, anyway. I need to get two tone ending forms signed at the cremation chamber tomorrow. But, I only have one body. The other is in your truck ripe now."

I paused looking for a chemical reaction. 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 piece of work area has several pin-ups, all red-heads. And, one time, there was some kind of lawyer that came in while I was there, a champaign looking red-head, and he wouldn't shut up about how hot he thought she was."

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

"No ! No ! Hell, no ! I'd never ask you to do that !"I said honestly."But, I was hoping that you might go with me, with maybe a low cut top, and pissed pants, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

I said that shoemaker's 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 pilus and boob, 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 clock time times two"I agreed

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

That round of golf ended up being our utmost. We chatted about subjects not dealing with suddenly trunk as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was hurt and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the like beliefs and values. She had me in tears with one joke and beer coming out my nose with another. But, after our quartern deglutition, we decided to squall it a nighttime.

As we drove to her place we made architectural plan for the morning. I would pick her up, in the hearse, no less. She would guess to be my first cousin from out of town. 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 hanker wet kiss, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a mischievous grin.

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

Tasha's kiss was on my mind. She really was cute. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn't exactly certainly what I would recount her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk of the town. I wondered what Kim's chemical reaction would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to reward me for my fidelity and she would do something about the arduous on I was sporting.

I got base and checked the thermoregulator. It was reading 35 grade and the freezer was running. Perfect. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my watch. It was 11:30. I had a jibe. When I walked in the door it was Rachel who greeted me from her can at the kitchen table.

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

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

"Whatever."

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

"So, did you fuck that lilliputian red-headed slattern ?"

That did it.

"You fucking cunt ! How dare you ! Tasha is risking jail to help 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 second smartest thing she could throw done. Number one would have been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not rationalise, but I can guarantee she was going to be sorry.

"Get out of those fucking pajamas."I ordered

Rachel was prepare for bed. She had on a slender summer top, no bra, and a couple of PJ shorts.

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

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

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

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

Rachel is cliff dead gorgeous. We were married for five days and I never got tired of looking at her body. She has that classic hour-glass figure, with a narrow waist, and an angelical face. Her now exposed white meat pouted up gently as she tried to keep herself covered. I finished ripping her PJ top down and jerk 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 signify it"

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

I said my anger starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my prick starting to filtrate against my denim. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her panty and shorts. Then she just stood their naked, covering her knocker with one arm and her pussy with the other.

"work force behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a well-defined view of her body. Rachel did not spend lots meter in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still pretend out her tan line of business, advertising that she swam in a small-scale bikini. The milky egg white bikini outline on her knocker added to the allurement of the berth. I watched as the red/pink of her nipple rose and fell with her chest.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's weight and how good it was.
I let the house melon slip though my fingers until her areola was on my pollex. I worried her short nub with my quarter round, trying to get it to declaration. Then in a prompt movement, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

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

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

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

"tilt on the replication !"

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

"proceeds two steps back !"I snapped

She did, but took her men off the counter.

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

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

"motion you legs farther apart"I continued in a austere voice.

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

I basked in her exposure and completely enjoyed the scene she was giving me. Her legs were now over shoulder width apart. Rachel has always had enceinte ramification, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't white either. They had just enough color to give you the opinion that while she didn't display them often. Every now and then she let the Earth gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to find favor.

My eyes followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt plosive at her pussy. The tap lips were closed, but her whole labium was intumescent and swollen. I thought I knew why. I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris and slipped a digit inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you tight little snatch 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"

"still"I said"You would detest to fire up Kim."I reminded. She was silent as I continued to rub her pussy, and watching her squirm with plethora and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

smacking ! The sound of my mightily hand impacting with Rachel's ass interrupted the silence 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 mitt appeared on the former side of her shapely white ass.

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

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

Slap ! smack ! smack !

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

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

Slap ! smacking ! slap !

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

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

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

"And maybe you'll remember the pain in the ass before you open that big mouth of yours to insult individual risking poky to help you"

That thought brought my choler to the head, nudging out Arousal for the present moment in the battle of emotions. The adjacent swats were a lot harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

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

"N.n.nnoo ! P.pplease !

Thack !

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

"Umm ! No to a greater extent ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's body jumped with each snow and her perfect breasts jiggled and swayed with her attempt to dance away the pain on her ass.

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

"No. Please don't do that. It hurts. You already got to do that to me once. Please. I'll do anything else you want."

THACK ! THACK ! THACK ! THACK !

I delivered this swats of my now favorite kitchen implement harder than the previous ones and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the idea of having my slimy cock put into her mouth straightaway from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her mind.

"Aye ! Please contain ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each word was punctuated by a heavy coke to her now angry red stern. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her credit she kept her position. I paused for a second to turn over her a chance to speak.

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

"No. The pain will do you good."

"Please. It hurts."she whimpered.

I'm just an old softie.

"What do I get ?"I asked.

Rachel was not indisputable what I was asking. She knew I wanted her to offer up up something sexual. But, she wasn't sure if she had to beg for an ass fucking, or if something else would make her a short time out. She took a opportunity.

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

Thack !

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

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

Rachel hated to give birth a putz in her sassing. Blowjobs were rarefied when we were married. They were reserved for fourth dimension when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

"Ok"

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

"On you knees"I ordered

Rachel complied and waited for me to untie my pants.

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

Rachel's hands were shaking as she undid the waistline button and unzipped my fly. She eased my blue jean down and with them my underwear as well. As soon as my cock sprang complimentary, she took it in her bridge player and guided me to her oral fissure.

The wet, warm tactual sensation as her tongue went under my cock and her mouth closed on my organ was intoxicating. Anger had given up it's lead many second ago and was now in quartern post, trailing Arousal, luxuria, and big businessman.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately quick fashion. I was quickly ramping up to an plosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido wide awake, the alcohol had fueled the attack, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my cock to point of acting like a flaming hose. The thought process of Rachel trying to get out of her ass ass brought me down to earthly concern and I grabbed the hairsbreadth on the vertebral column of her head, stopping her cold.

"Go slow."I ordered"I'm cumming in your ass. If I cum anywhere, but your ass, I'm taking you 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 lesson on what you are putting people through. Got it ?"

Power was definitely leading the pack right now.

Rachel nodded her headway, with my turncock still half in her mouth, and her middle staring to well up. Rachel began again, this time deadening and deliberately. God, did that feel full. Rachel milked my cock each time she pulled back and then took me to the backrest of her throat each sentence she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a couple of inches of my prick not in her mouth.

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

I felt her fight my get-up-and-go, but knowing she had to chip in in. When my cock hit tonsilla, she shifted her head to a new angle and pushed herself on me. My tool slipped down her throat stopping only when her olfactory organ was buried in my pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhh"I breathed out, and I put both hands on the back of her head and pulled her into me, as I pushed forward. I pumped her throat lightly. Her pharynx wrapped around the head of my cock, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that crocked feeling around my whole Hammond 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 time than it took to read this. I guided my hammer to her pussy, swiped it up to find the burrow and rammed myself in to the hilt in one motion.

A gelidity ran up my spine as Rachel jumped with the sudden invasion. 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 start to pull back the sexual climax out of me.

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

"Are you make to go international 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, bare. She was worried person might see. She was worried about the pain I would inflict, but she was most bear on about having to attend at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the clay earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my ass"she blurted out, fully expecting these sorcerous words to cause me to stop pounding her cunt like a jackhammer. I kept going.

"Oh, God. Rachel. I'm getting so close. You have to BEG me to bang 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 yard had quickened signally I was getting close.

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

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

"Your what ?"I asked

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

lecherousness had taken the atomic number 82, and Arousal and wrath were in the distance fighting for third.

I pulled completely out of Rachel's cunt, maybe a indorse, two at the most, from blowing a gob through her with my climax. I could palpate my cock pulse rate and jump. Even with Rachel's wet cunt not milking the interjection out of me, I was in peril of it finding it's own way out. That would be so dissatisfactory. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my cock stopped it throbbing and my heartbeat came down from the stratosphere. I took a couple of calming breathes.

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

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

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

While, still thumb fucking Rachel's ass I opened the lowest drawer and pulled out a small-scale turkey baster. I have never basted a Meleagris gallopavo in my animation, and I doubt this official document was ever going to be used for that determination. But it's long tube-shaped structure will hold up a lot of oil and it's constringe tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me deplumate that out and I saw her centre go wide.

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

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

Rachel was soundless as I pulled my thumb out, and got the vegetable oil out of cupboard above her head.

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

"Dry it is"I said and pressed my still violently hard shaft in the general field of her proscribe entrance.

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

I was filling the tubing as she complained. I lubed up the whole convenience with additional oil and checked that there were no rasping edge. Then I eased the tip into Rachel's ass. I saw her stiffen up, so I swatted her still very red butt cheek with me innocent hand.

"Goddammit ! volition you relax !"

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

"This is gross"Rachel complained.

I pushed the baster in past the point tip and to the blanket tube division. 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 vacuum tube in farther, opening Rachel's rosebud even wider.

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

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

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

It was only another two inch until it was all the way in and I couldn't assistant myself. I steadily pushed the tube until only the rubber electric light was visible. septenary inches of clear plastic was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the incandescent lamp again, and then eased it back out.

More than a footling of the oil came with it. I quickly took off my cloths. I was amazed that the persuasion of getting oil on them caused me to pause. But, I was naked before Rachel could kick again. I smeared some of the leak out oil onto my cock and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly vestal mess. My head touched it and she jumped.

"Pleasssee"she tried begging one more time.

I pretended to misunderstand.

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

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

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

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

I felt Rachel relax and I pushed in. Her taut ass gave reason grudgingly.

"Ow. Ow. Go tiresome ! Please, go dense !"

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

"Rub you cunt."I commanded. When she didn't reaching between her ramification instantly, I gave a agile thrust of my pelvis 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 movements that she was going full bore. I savored having Rachel doing these things she hated. In five days of man and wife, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the s time in less than a calendar week, it was mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, I like it a lot !"I said as I thrust a little hard to add emphasis.

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

I didn't fear ; I was just two steps from heaven on a downhill slope. I pulled Rachel into me using her rosehip as my handgrip and our bodies made a very square, smacking sound as they met.

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

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

"Noooo !"she wailed"Please just hurry ! My seat is on fire !"

"Tell me you love it up your ass."I ordered"And make me think it"

"Owww ! I can't !"she cried.

I fucked harder, increasing her pain.

"Oh, Ron ! Oh, Ron !"she stammered out through gritted teeth"I love it up the ass !"

She didn't really reasoned convincing, but I was way to close up to coming to like too much. I let go with one hand, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfect tits and mauled it. I found the nipple, and just as I felt my balls contract and let fly with my cum, I gave the nub a violet twist.

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

But the annoyance had caused Rachel to tense every sinew in her body, just as I gave my final exam trench thrust to abandon my balls into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's physical structure as one, two and three shots fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both hips and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

Black smirch appeared in my vision and I felt lightheaded. Lights flashed behind my middle and I was wondering where all the air was. I could find my heart buffeting, but everything else seemed to have stopped. Then, as quick as it had begun, my culmination retreated and I took in a abstruse breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did feel a little sorry for her, now that wrath, Lust, rousing, and Power had all been satiated. But, I reminded myself what had set this off.

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

"sniff..sniff…Tasha is a smashing person 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 tardily those Word came for her.

I let my cock easiness out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetising concoction of oil, semen, and maybe a little faecal affair 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 license. I stepped beside her, turned on the faucet and got the water supply warm. I wet the cloth and the proceeded to clean up my ex-wife.

"How's you little hind end hole ?"I asked with a mixing of headache and self-satisfaction.

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

"good. recall the pain and feeling the succeeding time you think of insulting Tasha"

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

I tossed my clothes into the bond as I walked into my way and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side of meat. She was covered with a sheet to her waist. Rachel's body had taken the lust out of my body, but I still coveted the feel of Kim's house body against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My rightfulness hand would naturally find her right knocker and my hammer would nest between her ass cheeks, like a rabbit in it's tunnel. For some understanding, this would put me to sleep in mo. The fact that we had usually fucked like porn stars right before might stimulate something to do with it.

I was as quiet as I could be getting into bed. I wasn't worried about Kim being wild with me for what I had just done to her Sister. I was trusted she would be fine with it. She might own wanted to get in on the fun, but she wouldn't begrudge me teaching her sister a example. No, she just looked so angelical I didn't want to fire up her.

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

"Was Tasha a good girl ?"

I wasn't certainly if I should excuse everything. It just felt wrong to tell Kim I had not fucked her best friend. That thought sounded wrong and it gave me pause. This was so confusing. 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 bottom of the inning against me, seeking my warmth, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘ That was a little odd'I thought to myself. I thought she would want details 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 side by side morning a little tired. I got quick 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 up. But, I thought bringing two girls would be too very much. One, I could say, was my out of town full cousin and she was hanging with me for the morning. But, if there were two young woman flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets mistrustful.

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 morgue attendant is there he will require to go. It's a sort of an unenforced policy that two guys go when you take a organic structure to the crematorium. I'm not surely why. Maybe they are disturbed about workman's comprehensive claim, even though one soul can treat the gurney just fine. Maybe they are concerned about zombie spirit, but as we are issued no weapon, manual of arms on voodooism, or even sway salt, I'm thinking 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 utter paddy wagon loaded I would swing by and pick up Tasha. I was more than a little funny to see how she would dress up for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no doubt it would be impressive and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my plan is in lot's hands. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say the program 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 total off.

I got to the dead room at 6:30, a full hour and a half before normal. I prayed that Julius was not also in early. I needed to make 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 River, Dr Syygo's omnipresent secretary told me that Dr. Syygo had given Julius the day off. If I'd have known that I would let slept in. I called Tasha and let her love I would not be there to pick her up until 8:30ish. There was no breaker point in rushing out at this betimes hour if I didn't have to. It would only reckon suspicious later.

The dawn went so liquid I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in stock for me. There were no new cases to process for the aurora. I had only a footling routine composition and paperwork to contend with. Even that could have got been put off until tomorrow. Then the capper ; Dr Syygo took the day off as well. The only meter I have ever seen my boss take a day off, that wasn't planned a month in advance, was when his wife was in a car stroke. She was OK, but he still checked in later that afternoon.

With all of this workings in my favor, I was sure enough that disaster was in computer storage for me. My imagination went it to overdrive. Jacob will be on holiday and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, heterosexual female will be working in his space. Or maybe, the police will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematorium. They would be ready to pounce on me for stealing one organic structure and trying to pull hoax with my two build and one body gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red light, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the hind end beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the beat coaster wagon. That was a rigorous no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a zombie who was not amused by all of the antic Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was certain to happen, and I was making myself weirdo thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's apartment without running any red lights or attracting the care of even a single zombi spirit. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a quick coup d'oeil as she waved through her windowpane. I kept an eye on her door hoping that Tasha's outfit would trouble me from the impending end of the world I was imagining. She did not disappoint.

As soon as she made her visual aspect in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a grim one musical composition dress. The top was completely strapless and the keister hem just kissed her mid thighs. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a electron tube top, and only Tasha's rich breasts were providing the friction that kept it from sliding down. I thought at initiatory she was wearing a strapless bra to provide livelihood, but her erect nipples dispelled that thought. The rest of her rig was a dyad of high dog sandals that make Tasha's wooden leg flavour longer. She had her tomentum down and it hung like a head of hair highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking green eye.

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

"Will this do ?"

Tasha asked as she eased in to my car. I must deliver been staring as the next matter I heard was Tasha's representative, with a humorous tone.

"ground to Ron. terra firma to Ron. How do I look ?"

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

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to keep my centre on the road, but each time Tasha said something, I would glance at her and my eyes would roll down. I decided I was likely wrong and she was self-aggrandising than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the short time we were in the car she had to pull her top up at least three times. I did myself no party favor. I kept thinking it would exact no effort at all to take out it down and see Tasha's heavenly globes. I kept reminding myself to focus. Mercifully, it was only about 15 minutes to the crematorium.

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

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

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

"This is my full cousin, Tasha. She is visiting from out of townsfolk. I've got this organic structure I need you to look at fear of and then I have the respite of the day off. I'm going to show her around town."

I said all of this too dissipated and I thought I sounded like a criminal. Francois Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the exclusively Holy Writ that registered was ‘ body ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my corpse.

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

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

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

We had worked this lame write up out in progression. It had only one prospect to knead, and that was only if Jacob was so smitten with Tasha he would see only"appearance Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cups, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the piece staring at Tasha's chest. Tasha and I exchanged a quick glance and knowing smile. We were half way there.

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

"That is so nice of you, Jake ! Can I anticipate you, Jake ?"Tasha said with a small bounce 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 clear it, and then got a metallic element ID tag from a draftsman and handed it to me. I knew he would need to record the ID number on the signifier for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe flesh and Julia's unsigned pattern was on the clipboard. But, he was so intent on not missing a single curve of Tasha's eubstance, he didn't notice any matter I did. He was also about to delegate the labor of recording the ID information. Thank God for big boobs.

"Record the number for me, OK Ron ?"

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

Tasha took bursting charge and let Francois Jacob fawn over her, offering her a drink, and pointing out every nook and fissure of the building as we made our way to the dock surface area. He grabbed a gurney and we made our way out to the hearse. I help him load Jane Doe on the gurney and we went back inside.

Jacob yammered the whole clip, trying to impress the sin out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to look matter to, but I could severalize she did not like the thought of messing with another body. She asked questions and would call as much attention to her breasts as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as much as Francois Jacob. Tasha really did expect good in that tiny dress. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha's hips sway one way and then the former. The garb would have a light swishing auditory sensation in time with her sway. It was a small mesmerizing. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was for sure she had either no underclothing or was wearing a thong. I stared at her well formed hind end for many moment trying to find panty wrinkle. There weren't any.

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

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

I was quick for this.

"Francois Jacob, you're a great guy and everything, but she's not going out with you. She has a swain back home. He's a big, mother-fucking construction worker, and she's in making 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.

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

Then he brightened up.

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

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

"She might."I said with a note of hypothesis in my vox"Do you desire 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 speech sound, keyed up the savoir-faire Holy Writ, 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

"Shit !"Francois Jacob and I said together.

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

"well, I'll just have to cover my eyes"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 want to inspect the body for scars that might designate an implanted checkup devise. Those cause a lot of wrong if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were scratch, but none of them surgical, and only one turgid 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 bit.

Francois Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you want to squeeze the button ?"Jacob asked Tasha's boobs

This crematorium is a state of the art readiness. Once you have the body in the casket, and the coffin on the slab, you push a push and the computer takes over. A doorway opens, the casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 time of day the body is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

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

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

Tasha did, making sure as shooting her booby brushed against him. I thought Francois Jacob was going to cum in his pant. He made a big output of showing her all the Vanessa Bell and whistles, and showing her what every dial and caliber was for. Finally he pointed to the green button, Tasha pushed it, and the casket started to roll in.

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

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

"cuddle in close"I added as I framed the characterisation 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 sec and then relaxed.

The electronic shutter suction stop announced the picture was taken. I had them lay for a couple of more than. 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 telephone set, when I glanced at the clipboard and said.

"You forgot to sign it"

This was the minute of true statement. How distracted was he ? I studied his face for a response. His oculus were on my sound, but shifted to the clipboard as I passed it back. He didn't even hesitate. He scribbled a quickly touch and handed it back. I exchanged it for my phone which already had the first delineation pulled up. I ripped off his copy and set it on the ledge.

"Hey ! We look pretty good."

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

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to declare oneself a copy of the pics to Jacob. Francois Jacob's eyes were back on the speech sound, as he was making each mental picture bigger. I quickly pointed at the phone and tried to mime sending a characterization to Jacob. But, she just gave me the confused facial expression. She just shook her head, exasperated, and got in close to Jacob to see the pictures. I guess I was going to have 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 skepticism. I agreed, of course, and made a period of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's number in my phone already. I whisked the pictures off. Jacob looked like he was going to explode. I thought I should take him down a pass, just in grammatical case he thought about pressing his fate and asking Tasha out. I really did not want him calling me day after day, asking about her.

"There. All done. I think we should probably not send copies to your beau, though. You know how jealous Bobby gets"I said trying to transmit, with my eye, to Tasha. She was speedy on the ingestion this time.

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

Jacob deflated, but he was much serious a 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 breasts crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the doorway, into the office area, and towards the forepart door. Jacob stopped at the reception sphere and we said our final good-bye. Tasha and I didn't say another Book until we were in the car.

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

Tasha smiled and asked

"Now what happens ?"

"Well, when Francois Jacob is done in there, he will put the ash in a merchant marine box, and broadcast them to Julia's parents. All the ashes look alike, so they won't be able to severalize the difference. I'll put a fake telephone number in the ID tag field on Jane Doe's descriptor. It won't issue as there aren't any ashes to send. The address to send the ashes to is back to the morgue. I'll indicate on the grade I received the ash and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both physical body will get filed in their several pamphlet and unless someone really starts investigating and asking questions, everything should be fine."

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

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

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

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

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

I felt my brow shoot up and I nearly got whiplash injury as my head spun to seem at her. One two-word view volley into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……