The pair of feet sticking out was very pale, almost ashen in color, with glossy black nail polish on her long toes standing out in stark contrast. These feet had very cock tall arches, their owner obviously having been a runner in life. Here, the body had not one or two, but four toe tags - two on each foot. One was from the scene of her death, the second was from her processing at the morgue in 2012 and noted her official cause of death. The third was used for identification by the funeral home that had handled her arrangements. This fourth one was new, having been placed on the left big toe Hardcore after her remains were exhumed, bagged, and brought to the LA County Coroner’s Office. Obviously, she had been buried barefoot. The body in the bag was that of one Miss Ashley Richdale, aged 28, who had died back in late-2012 but who had been exhumed the previous evening as per a court order to investigate whether she was poisoned as opposed to the overdose that had supposedly killed her in the first place. It was in this room that Saema would have to remain, quietly, for the next hour since the lead investigator assigned to her case had gone out for lunch, and even had she been here right now to process bodies, Saema’s was apparently not the first corpse that needed to get such treatment. About fifteen minutes later, Victoria, the main investigator assigned to her case, finally arrived at the morgue. She checked over the paperwork at the desk, washed her hands at a sanitation sink near the entrance, and then used her access card to get into the main hallway, turning down a couple corridors until she reached and unlocked the door of Receiving Room 22. “Hey, Vicky,” a baritone voice behind her called. “Oh, heya Carlos,” she said casually in reply, snapping on a new pair of gloves. She sniffed at the air for a moment, crinkling her nose to a particularly bad smell. “Gah, one of big these stiffs just reeks,” she said, shaking her head. Carlos pointed to the blue canvas body bag from the funeral home. “Gotta be that one,” he replied. “Been in the grave about a year-and-a-half. Glad I wasn’t the one having to crack open that casket that was sealed for 18 months. I really don’t envy the guys that did.” Victoria walked old over to that bag and sniffed at the small opening where the corpse’s pale feet were sticking out and then, surprisingly, took a big whiff from right between the woman’s toes. There was a musty smell mixed with perhaps a bit of pungency from very slow putrification, and of course the natural odor of toe cheese, but this definitely was not the source of the sex stink she sensed. Then, however, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Saema’s clipboard, and particularly a note about the state of her body upon arrival. Carlos, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow, but chuckled. “It’s got to be this girl over girl here. Chart says that she soiled her panties when she expired,” she said. Carlos merely nodded and shook his head. “Yeah, it looks like a double pretzel.” Alex showed their dad the phone. Just let me know if you run across Kelly, okay?” Look at you. “What a load of shit!” “I get you anytime I want now.” � I was in a five foot wide by fifteen foot dog run. I looked over and saw Amber and Hannah were doing the same thing. It was incredible. there was a short pause, “I guess so my ass and pussy have been fucked stupid, I was an anal virgin until today. Now, what do you want today?” Kelly looked up at me and she could see where my eyes were focused on. One of your friends?” A lot of people tell me I favor my mother because my mother has blonde hair and my hair was blonde until I dyed it black. Karen just slammed the phone back down, hanging up on Miguel. I have to admit it felt exhilarating being topless and basically bottomless. “Ah...yeah...I...just...here’s your water.” I was still at full erection but the unintended fucking and the squeezing of her pussy were doing nothing for calming me. In fact I started to feel myself building up again as the drive continued. Pleased each Hardcore other. "I'm a woman Mommy, I have desires." My pale skin is glistening with sweat, and I need a shower before I go back to the dorm. If it wasn't for the jets and bumbling water our arm movements would have clearly been seen. Like I had hoped Frank was leaning over Lauri’s bound body and fucking her hard. I shoved the sex swing to the side and fell to my knees before her. The rough men big bulled and punched the tits examining the damage that this crazy vixen have endured. Silence poured through the air. She gyrates her hips, rubbing her massive member against mine. I pushed out like I was having a massive bowel movement, and forced myself back. Don't have the balls to finish what you started?" “My brother died in battle against Edward Darcy.” Lady Ava reminded with a stern look at old King Dresden. Katie blushed and then looked at me with a concerned look, then diverted her eye down. His co-worker girl had gone home an hour prior, leaving James the responsibility of closing cock and locking up. “Are you ready for another Movie Night, daddy?” she asked softly. Still, I was freaking out. He smiled down at me, "I would like that, whether she's here or sex not." Then there was something around my neck. After the troublemaker gone and Jade had the Reds remove their strap-ons and kneel with the rest of the Brothel Whores. This would allow her to move about five feet in any direction from the doghouse. Don would help her rise to her knees, then gently remove the ball-gag from her mouth if it was in use. She gently cupped her bare breast with her hand, relieving the pressure of where her father had touched it. Jill opened the garage and dialed up Dr. Ronda.