She was continuously watching me. There were a few more people present over there besides us. But they were too busy to see what was going on. She did...’t say anything for next few minutes. I saw Jay walking towards us, ‘Good thing you guys are here. I need you to go on the 3rd floor and re-arrange the rooms systematically as there is a possibility for trusties to demand to see the classes’. Jay said this much n rushed in hurry. Sana smile and said ‘let’s go’. We started climbing the stairs, my. ‘Now are we supposed to jump into a clinch and make mad, passionate love on the table?’ He raised a brow and set the tablet down. ‘That would be one way to begin.’ ‘I’m not the woman in the story,’ I said, pushing away an excited little flutter that began somewhere down deep. ‘I don’t even know your name.’ ‘Brian,’ he answered in a soft voice. ‘Brian Allen.’ ‘I’m still not the woman in that story.’ Rising, I moved to pick up my tablet. ‘I should be going.’ A hand stopped me. Long, agile. Taking no heed, Gwen gripped Falin’s hips and pressed them against her own. “Now tell me,” Gwen breathed, “Does this feel like the right thing to do?” With that Gwen took Falin’s lips without permission, claiming them as her own. Falin’s arms were trapped between them. She could not have fought off Gwen’s attack even if she wanted. Gwen could feel her struggling to make her arms free. Gwen's mouth did not relent on Falin’s as she backed her into the rough, cold stone wall. Only then did Gwen. She no longer looked so pretty (though she’s still hot in a certain way) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty? And can he resist her post mortem charms while he is doing that? Your fragrance so strongLeaking, bloated, near ruptureHard work but raptureThis was one of the most difficult corpses I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded' to death, raped and left in the woods by some pervert. She was.