I was a nice, wholesome girl in everybody else's eyes. I imagined most people thought I was still a virgin. If they only knew about the things I got u...to! As per usual, hellos and pleasantries were passed around, smiles and handshakes. I got two chairs for myself and my assistant and like last week Ted intercepted me, with a small smile. "Thanks," I said, lightly brushing his hand with mine. "Have you had a good week?" he asked. "Not bad," I said. I couldn't believe I was standing here. "Thank's for the ciggie," he said."Any time," she replied and there certainly seemed to be a growing sexual tension in the air, as well as cigarette smoke."Where's your friend?" asked the handsome youth."She has gone out for the day, I am all on my lonesome," she said stretching and in the process forcing her ample tits towards Tony."I don't suppose you want some company?" he asked as Shirley stubbed out her cigarette."What sort of company?" she asked with her eyes on his crotch which looked. The following story is inspired by this practice.A syndicate dealing in the oil has received an order for a top quality bottle of corpse oil urgently needed by a high paying client. He wanted top grade corpse oil and the syndicate was getting worried that such a corpse would be extremely difficult to find. Then fate, in the for of the Kosmetics Killer, took a hand. The last victim, the pregnant woman who was smothered to death, met every criterion for top grade corpse oil. The syndicate. She rubbed fast and hard moaning and came immediately. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered whether she should be doing this while they were driving on a busy street in the middle of the day, but the thought was vague and unformed and went away quickly. Touching her cunt was all that mattered. Her cunt. She smiled. She never called it her cunt before. Back when she was married. She frowned. She was still married. Wasnt she? It was hard to think and besides, it didnt matter. She came.