Her shoulders heaved and her breath came in short bursts, suddenly she remembered the dildo which shared the bag with her enormous anal invader. Shudd...ring she realised what would come next. The dildo in question was by far the biggest she had ever seen, its length and circumference made her tremble with desire and fear, "hold it in your hand..... caress it as you would my cock. Put it to your lips, suck, suck you slut take it into your throat. DONT GAG ON IT, the sound disgusts me, as do you.. Your folks are gonna be here in a few hours to identify you.With that, the mortician went to work. First, he got a wet rag soaked in hot water. Then, gently rubbed it all over her chilled corpse. He wanted her warm to the touch, not frigid. Then, it was time for the make-up. He gave her eye-shadow; blush; and finally Ruby-red lipstick. Part of the job of a morticitian, is to make the dead look as alive as possible. John was a man ready.It was time to dress her fast. John's growing member wasn't. His eyes are half closed as he plays with you and you fondle the thick purple head as your left hand creeps to your hungry cunt. You start running your hand up and down on his slippery prick as you start rubbing your aroused clit. The idea of sitting on that lovely cock runs thru your mind but I have warned you not to as he will be back for more and your breathing gets ragged as you are both heavily aroused now. Still, you can’t help but imagine how that hard prick would feel; forcing its way. Even if he had not been gun-shy from his first marriage, she was too jejune to be an effective corporate wife. She wished he wouldn't resist her playing housewife, however. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality. The question was how she would ever settle for a normal reality after experiencing the fantasy with this extraordinary man.He dressed slowly, leaving the kitchen to her as her domain. He wished, however, that she would stop these flirtatious offers of her housewifely.