"You enjoy this, don't you, slut?" he growled at her corpse. Bob clawed at her dead eyes with lustful rape-like passion until the lids were torn and p...lled away from her eyeballs. "Look at me, you little cunt!" he hissed at her lifeless form as though she were somehow still alive. Having always fantasized about forcing her to deep throat him, Bob sought to pry her jaws apart, only to have his efforts thwarted by the mortician's thread used to sew her lips shut. He wished to hell he still had. Yes, something there, a mumbling so I crept on. The hallway ended at the door to our back room.My heart jumped! I could now hear the unmistakable sounds of sex going on and knew she had extended my idea of fucking at work to other guys too. I think I had shown her how easy it would be. I dared not press my ear to that door for fear of being caught by a noise but resolved to drill a peep hole there soon. Sherry was making sexy little grunts aloud and I could almost feel his thrusts myself. Then. .Now Leela was breathing fast and Shankar noticed this and his moved his hand up and was rubbing the inner thigh….Leela was breathing fast….As his left-hand fingers were rubbing the inner side of the thigh his left elbow was toughing her boobs….He felt that her boobs are now becoming harder and harder…he got bolder and started squeezing her boobs with right hand….Leela was uncontrollable and she was fully wet…Still controlling her emotions she stood up and went to her home….Shankar followed her. The first is 'more please' and the other is 'harder please'," he said slapping my ass again."More please," I said. He laughed and slapped me again. "Harder please," I said and he slapped me harder."Good girl," he said, "Now stand up. It's time to see some skin. Show me those lovely, young, firm tits."I stood up looking him in the eyes. I slowly pulled up my shirt until the bottom of my tits were exposed then stopped. I bite my lip and then inched my shirt up until my nipples were exposed.