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  • Local reporters for the newspapers and regional news outlets were already on the scene, the death of a young, middle class woman being very newsworthy, taking pictures and trying to get the investigators and detectives to answer their questions. Saema’s black bag may have kept her hidden from their lenses, but a couple of them would manage to gang bang zoom in far enough on the toe tag hanging out of the bag to figure out who she was. After the doors of the van were opened, the techs who were wheeling her outside grab at a plastic handle on the top and foot of the body bag and swing it unceremoniously into the back of the vehicle. Saema was dead, after all, so what did a little roughness matter to her? As the lead investigator from the Medical Examiner’s Office walked up, she snapped her gloves off and took her face mask off as well. She was shorter, around 5’3”, with long brown hair and brown eyes. “I’m gonna finish asian up here, grab a bite, and then meet you guys at the morgue. Think we’ve got a couple more stiffs just brought in too,” she says, checking through a couple quick texts from the lead technician on duty. “Should be an interesting couple of days.” After the doors were shut, she banged on them twice with her fist and the driver nodded, putting the van in drive, and leaving the scene. As the coroner’s van made its way through the mid-day LA traffic, Saema’s corpse shifted in its bag with each sudden turn or stop, her head moving side to side, and teachers the toe tag on her big toe dancing wildly. All-in-all, the ride would be about 35 minutes, though time to her mattered little. The van was parked out behind the main building in front of a set of steel double-doors which required the scanning of a valid city identification card to open. Saema’s body bag was dragged by one of its handles onto a waiting gurney and once the door was opened, brought into a small inprocessing room. I stopped moving about, having found a pair of jeans and socks. They call it black magic,” but by this point Abby had taken another line and was not paying attention again. “I’ll give Casey five minutes with the vibrator. Her skin was tanned and smooth. Lay on your back on the bed,” she instructed teachers in the very firm tone. If I said yes, it might look suspicious to the other parents, that and the raging wood I now have. His head mashed into her pussy. The place I found is in an urban setting but I'll rent the house out, just some bartenders and doormen to keep it private. I quivered, my thighs pressing tight as more and more of my Master's delicious spunk spurted into my mouth. FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE!” She announces as she reaches her first climatic crescendo. Two fingers of my left hand again found my clit and were rubbing it as the two middle fingers of my right hand entered me. Just as he reached the passenger door he took notice off my makeup and lipstick asian smeared all over my face and Bobby’s pants was unzipped. When I’m drunk.” gang bang Tegan laughed. Harrison closed the hatch to the galley after he went through it. It felt like Derrick was pushing something larger than her actual body into her ass, like the dildo was going to poke out of her stomach if he pushed it any further.