Liver temp from the scene had suggested she had been dead for at least 56 hours, and that was many hours ago even now. When Vicky went to stick the thermometer up her ebony asshole, the sphincter loosened and a terrible fume emerged. Vicky turned and nearly gagged, but this wasn’t uncommon in stiffs that had been gone from this world as long as she had. After she had been processed and removed from the room, Vicky needed a bathroom break, so Carlos got to work on the elderly male that had died in hospice. This one would be a pretty quick thing since the man was 91 and no foul play was expected. The ME would give his body a cursory exam, sign off on his paperwork, and hopefully by the next day or so he would be in the care of whatever funeral home his family had arranged for his services. As Vicky sat on the toilet in the stall of the clean-looking women’s room, her pants just below her knees, she farted really loudly and then could not help but chuckle. Then, while she peed, she thought to herself about the excitement she got helping process the female bodies into the morgue and thought about how it would be to be like them, only able to feel for a while, and how the handling and all the personal attention must seem. She shook her head. This was probably why her love-life was in shambles. She was gangbang 32, worked for the coroner’s office, and had strange fantasies and desires. Most guys just didn’t understand and weren’t willing to indulge her, so she just settled for going home, firing up Neverwinter on her computer, and talking to her online friends over Vent while getting lost in some fantasy adventures. When she had finished, she took a moment to wash up, check her hair original in the mirror, and then proceed out into the hall, where she pulled out another pair of gloves from a dispenser, put them on, and then returned to help Carlos with from whatever bodies remained. Just outside room 22, two more stretchers were resting against the white-tiled wall, one with the body of a male (or so she thought based on the loafers the corpse was wearing) in the traditional black plastic bag, but the other was yet another exhumed body in a thick, canvas mortuary bag. This one was female, with two white high-heeled shoes sticking out the end, both of which had discolored in the grave into more of a faded cream color. “Lazy fucks,” Vicky said as she swiped her card and reentered the room. “What’s up?” Carlos asked, looking up as he was just about to unzip the navy blue bag from Livingston Funeral Home. “Lazy techs couldn’t be bothered to tag the two corpses we’ve got waiting for us in the hall for after we’re done with these,” she said. city Carlos rolled his eyes and shrugged, then began pulling away at the zipper of Ashley Richdale’s container. As her body finally lay exposed to any onlookers that might come by, Carlos began taking pictures of her as Victoria looked her over. The girl had been buried in a long, dark-green silky slip that came down just past her knees. Her hands were folded over her breasts, her fingernails also painted a deep ebony color, and what looked to be a long-dried and wilted rose resting between her hands and her bosom. Her hair was a ginger color and of medium length, done up well for her wake and funeral viewings, her lips being painted a cherry red. Her skin was almost ghost white, with small patches japanese of ashen or even light bluish flesh here and there, but for someone that had been dead for as long as she had, the embalmers had truly done fantastic work. Laura didn't feel okay about this at all, but the recent mention of her "sponsor" had reminded her of the consequences of not going along with this research. He can fuck my ass into eternity if he never penetrates fully. Upon seeing that movement, the remaining gangbang men all took deep breathes and then screamed at the top of their lungs. I know I did, in fact, it was far more than I imagined.” She laughed, the sound so rich and delightful. “No.” Who’s the real bitch here?” “Yes!” I howled as the rapture city soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my cunt. She original reached over to the night stand again and grabbed the remaining thing-a-ma-bob (round with an expandable ring around the outside and a thin bladder like skin in the middle) and pushed it up into her rectum. I mumbled some form of thanks, to which he just said, "Shh." “The crimes from of his father were horrendous , yes.” Lord Remington continued to say. “You are absolutely stunning just the way you are. Keep playing with my balls.” All I could hear were ooo's and ah's coming from her. I japanese turned to Bethany and she had tears in her eyes, I said come here baby.