When they finally buried him it was like a veil of shadow had been lifted from the village. Some years later the “priest’s” wife died and again ...he elders of the village “convinced” the undertaker to open the grave. It was a really hot day. The man was drunk but did his duty. In his intoxication he didn’t realized that his shovel broke the coffin of the “priest”. And then he saw it. He started screaming and cursing him. The body of the priest hadn’t melted. It was lying there like he was. I arrived as he was going to work 8:30am and he told me to help myself to anything and text him with the price the Agent said, I said I would. “He should arrive this morning sometime”, “Ok” and with that he went to work.9:45am there was a knock on the door, there stood a mature man holding a leather bound file. “Hi my name’s James I’m from ****** estate agents”, “Come in” I answered. He was wearing a nice suit, lovely shirt and tie. As he looked around the house he made notes in a Filofax,. I did it alone because she was in her period. After the hammam, I went to the massage room. My sister was already wearing a towel. The lady from the place gave me a plastic bag to put my wet swimwear and gave me a special underwear, like string, which was for one use only. Then I started to take off my swimwear and stood naked in front of my sister. She was looking at my dick that it was not erected at the beginning. But then, as I wore this kind of string I started ta have a hard on. My sister. "Fuck it!" You want me to what?" Liz said as I texted her to come back. She came back up the stairs."Take my clients," I said as she stared down at me. "No," Liz said. "Especially no, with that tub of lard you have been working with for the past few weeks." You owe me," I said. I couldn't believe I was turning in the one thing I had over her."You're serious?" Liz said, closing the door.I tried to get up again but reluctantly fell backward. "Yes!"Liz had a big smile on her face. "Let me get this.