Not being here during normal daylight hours, Carlo took a minute to look around the room and see if there were any new clients he didn’t know about. Normally, in this town, the funeral home dealt with a lot of older clients dying of natural causes or disease. Sometimes, a young man or woman would come in having died in a car accident or perhaps having contracted cancer or some other fatal illness, but unlike major cities in the area, the client pool was rather limited. But, being a small town like this allowed Jupiter petite to receive most of the business and to stay in business for as long as it has. Death, the funeral director had told him when he first hired on, will always be in style. There were a few bodies in the refrigerator that were either waiting to be prepared for their services or which were being stored for a while until being claimed. Occasionally, they would get a body in which they had to keep for upwards of a month or more because family had specifically requested that they wait on the funeral until a family member who was out of the country could return for the service, fetish but that was fairly rare. Getting cold, and not wanting to spend too much time in there, Carlo locked back up and returned to his laptop to spend the rest of the night playing a game with friends. At 7:00 the next morning, the funeral director came in and spoke briefly with Carlo as he packed his laptop away and then sent him home for the day. He went into his main office and pov logged into his sleeping desktop computer and checked on the paperwork that had been PDF’d and sent his way from Mrs. Vargas in California and then compared that to the documents on the clipboard that had been left in the inbox in the hallway. He would call Saema’s parents at around 10:00 to let them know that she had arrived, but for now, he would go ahead and get his assistant to help get her out of the coffin she had been transported in so that they could arrange for that to be sent reality back to California and then get her tagged and onto a gurney of their own in the fridge until they were ready to prep her for her wake, which would be sometime the next evening. The director’s assistant, a Korean man of 36, had already wheeled amateur her out of storage and opened the coffin in the main processing area by the time he walked that way. On the metal slab next to the one Saema would soon occupy lay the bloated and aromatic corpse of Elizabeth Laseter - a 43-year-old black-haired woman who had died of a massive heart attack while on the toilet in her home and who remained undiscovered for several days. Her pale, slightly marbled hands and feet were tied together, likely as part of the transport procedure from the local morgue, with two toe-tags dangling from her right big-toe and another from her left, the nails of which were painted a doggystyle faint dark blue. “Looks like they already embalmed her for us,” the Asian man said as he grabbed her by the feet, the director taking her under the shoulders. As Saema didn’t way too terribly much, they had no trouble lifting her from the coffin and setting her down on the slab. “Yes, makes our work easier,” was the quick reply he got. The director looked her over for a few moments, made a few notes on his clipboard, and then got out a digital camera. As per their usual policy, he snapped a few quick photographs of her corpse and then put the camera down. “Viewing’s not until tomorrow night,” he noted aloud. “So we’ll work more on her tomorrow morning.” “No problem. So should we get to work on Mrs. Laseter over there?” the assistant said, crooking his neck. “Not yet. They just held each other for a good pov 10 minutes, until Kyle finally spoke. I was not riding my father's cock and my mother was riding my brother's cock. Another wave of spasms gripped her. She could calculate that if he introduced himself as Rekha's pimp, it doggystyle would not be a problem for her. I wrenched my head away, focusing instead on Carsina's red-furred muff caressing my dick. But reality be that as it way, all I can say is that this analysis of my own actions and reactions that day in the bathroom when I was in the process of losing my virginity to that older boy, coupled with the analysis of Freddy's actions and his most-probable intentions, turned out to be very therapeutic for me. It also brought answers to most of the nagging questions that had confused and amateur bothered petite me for many years. And then I walked back around the desk, "And besides, it's obvious you don't have a wife or girlfriend, so I'm guessing you don't have any fetish big plans for dinner tonight." “She found the trap.” Maria stared back at her with surprise on her face and then burst into laughter. “You’re still in your infancy, aren’t you?” Tera said, her astonished expression contrasting the low, sultry tone of her voice, “You don’t even know what you are, do you?” I pumped my jizz straight into her stomach. I giggled, I guess you enjoyed our little contest, huh?”