If I knew one thing from my years at the morgue, if there was any juicy gossip about one of the residents of the morgue cooler, it would be common kno...ledge well before the police knew it. No one even hinted there had been any question when identifying the body.The second, and this was spoken by more than one of the girls, and always with an ominous tone.‘Don’t see the body. Remember her how she was’This annoyed me, because first it was presumptuous, and second because it seemed to confirm that. I felt so nasty lying in my bed eating my own son’s cum from my underwear, but something about it also felt so right.It then became a daily pattern for James to clean my cum-soiled underwear with his mouth and deposit his own load when he was finished. And on the weekends when I wasn’t bringing home several loads of cum from work, he would still sniff and lick my underwear clean of my aroma and juices and deposit his load for me to eat. At that point, I had not seen him go back into the hamper. Gently he touches my puckered hole, pressing his fingertip inside me as I moan lightly.He fingers me while playing with my clit before stretching my canal more. I groan into his chest and he inserts the plug, squeezing my buttocks as I clench around it. Luc steps away and admires my appearance, placing cuffs on my wrists and ankles, he lifts me into the Louboutin heels he bought for my birthday. I am wearing a crotchless lace catsuit with my chest bared. He adds small clamps to each of my hard. I hid in my bed under the covers for a few minutes, but my thoughts could not escape the scene in the next room, and something compelled me to go and listen. I went to the wall and held a glass to my ear."That's a great pair of titties, Maureen," he was saying. "You are one fine lady. That's it, down on your knees. Lick it. Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth -- mm! -- fine, fine bitch. That's it, mamma. Suck my black dick."The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and.