He managed to calm himself down enough to be able to continue. Once the arterial embalming was finished; the opening in the neck was closed and sealed. With the embalming of all 3 corpses now complete ; Zeke thanked Mark and Jennifer for the help and they were on their way home. Zeke tidied up the place and looked at his watch. He removed the toe tags from all three corpses and placed them on the countertop. It was already almost midnight. Time for bed. But he had one more decision to make. Which one of his clients would share his bed tonight? After looking them over again; he quickly decided it would be Jane. He covered the anal other two embalmed corpses and picked up Jane’s statuesque corpse and carried into the awaiting elevator and pressed 2 . When the elevator stopped he carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the turned-down bed. He turned and opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a short red lacy nightie and a pair of long sheer stockings. He sat the body up in the bed and carefully pulled the nightie over Jane’s head and arms and big breasts and down to the waist and laid her back down. Next he lifted the long luscious legs one at a time and starting at each foot rolled the stockings up each leg until they ended at just above mid-thigh. Now he brought out a makeup kit and applied cherry-red lipstick to the full pale lips. Next a little rouge to the checks. Now it was time for a little color on the eyebrows and eyelashes and a little eye shadow to cover the darkening of the eyelids. Zeke closed the makeup kit and stepped back to have a look. Jane interracial looked quite sexy and appealing considering she was stone dead. Zeke went around to the opposite side of the bed and crawled in beside the luscious corpse. He began to kiss the cold lips and fondle the lovely breasts through the nightie. His thoughts wandered back to lovemaking with his wife Renee and he could almost imagine she was lying beside him. He began to whisper her name. Now take your tray and you do those two tables.” anal She said and pointed to the far two. “Beautiful,” he said. As I watched, Peter moved suddenly and I saw Cat grimace slightly and then smile widely. It was so... exciting watching you demonstrate your foreign policy on them.” A cunt takes pounding as hard and long as necessary without complaint. When I understand they’re not going to help, I detest my Master even more. “I thought while she was fucking me, you didn't have to just watch.” "Ok, but how about Kate?" I’ll text you or have Dakota call you if interracial things change,” I say to Jill. I heated its surface until it was glowing red, and she quickly jettisoned the form in favor of a sphere.
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