His spoon stops in his cup."The funeral home?" He rolls his shoulders, creeped out. "Isn't that a little...morbid?" Well...it's just that it's a place...I'm comfortable. I have keys, we could go in at night and be alone. And even then, it's just me and Mr. Trotsky, and he's, like, 80. So it'll be private."Just like I'd done while working up the courage to broach the subject, Sebastian now takes a sip of his coffee, working everything over in his mind."I won't have to see any...bodies, will I?". I couldn’t imagine doing it, but the girls took ten final exams that week – two each day, successfully testing out of Economics 302, Abnormal Psychology, Sociology 301, Network Theory, and Quantum Mechanics 601. Those were the special studies; they also had exams in most of their regular courses.I got two letters from Ray Jennings at Robotix concerning the grades for Ash and Christy for the special projects work they were doing. The letters were such glowing praise for the pair, that an A+ was. Anyhow our first session was done on war foot basis. So, this time we thought it has to be like a memorable night and enjoyed like a newly married couple. She was more excited to see me. But was not expressing since we were in public.I too controlled my feelings. I took all her belongings into my car and we started to the hotel. The moment she entered I thanked her for contacting and sharing her plan. I asked her what her feeling was after our first fuck. She was excited and starting sharing. It wasas if in her f****d mindlessness a weirdly perverse sensation beganto fill her naked body at the obscene treatment he was subjectingher to. Her very helplessness and the debasing shame of what wasbeing done to her only intensified the overwhelming feeling. Thepair of thick fingers lewdly fucking up into her vagina withrhythmic thrusts were firing her with inescapable desire, and shehad already begun to squirm up against them, attempting to drawthem tighter up into her unwillingly.