“Boyfriend should be coming by this afternoon for the I.D., but her family lives out in Philly. Guess doggy style they’ll be shipping the broad back up there,” Suarez replied. “Hopefully we’ll get some workable DNA from your investigations and nail the guy that did this, but…” The Assistant looked up, her left lung in his gloved hand, red juices slowly dripping back into her chest cavity. “...But you aren’t sure, right? The guy’s probably not even in the system.” He placed her lung on a scale on the counter off behind Saema’s head to get a measurement as Suarez stared at the girl’s toe-tagged feet and chocolate-painted toes. “Uhhh...Yeah, right. Probably so,” he said, snapping out of it. “Who knows, but we’ll do our best.” He watched as her right lung was removed, a small sample of tissue taken from it as it was being weighed in a similar fashion to its sister. “Well...Time to take a look at her pretty little brain,” the Pathologist’s Assistant said as he reached for a marker and began drawing a dashed line across her forehead. He grabbed a electronic cranial saw. “Time for me to go get lunch then,” Suarez said with a laugh. “See you, Chris.” The loud whir of the saw filled the area while Chris went to work on cutting off the top of Saema’s skull, her body shaking with the spinning of the blade, her tits bouncing slightly against the cold steel of shaved the table, her feet wobbling back and forth. Bits of blood and bone went through the air as he worked, but it only took Hardcore a few minutes to finally break through. Setting the saw aside, he pulled at the top of her head, her brown hair between his fingers, working it off of her and then placing it down on the tray nearby. There, amidst a bit of blood and cerebral fluid, sat the pink, mushy mass of Saema’s brain. With a scalpel and scooping tool, he traced the edges of the brain and removed it, bringing its spongy mass over to the scale and weighing it, noting the numbers listed. After taking some samples and carefully scrutinizing it, he was finally finished with the main part of her autopsy. One of the autopsy assistants that was on duty, a female med student of about 23, walked over to Autopsy Station #6.“Looks pretty standard to me,” Chris said, blowjob putting his pen away and handing the girl the clipboard. “Looks like she died from the strangulation. We won’t know if she was drugged or anything until we get the blood samples analyzed, but I think this is a pretty straight-forward thing we have here.” She nodded. “You know the drill. Get the organs we took out preserved and sealed in viscera bags and get her sewn back up. She’ll be getting I.D.’d this afternoon and then we’ll see what Brunette the family wants to do with her.” “Got it,” she replied as he walked away. "Yes," he was shivering now. Pressing his hard body close against her, he whispered in her ear. Too bad about the ski masks. I traced the tip of my tongue around her puckered, hairless little rosebud. She calmly bends down and pulls the shaved cowering Cinderbell's face up. Until I found out PT had sold his business and moved up north. They were, in fact, hooking up and had that same chemistry I had with Rose. I’m Hardcore trying to see if theres any way to find out who did that to Harry. A minute later, he tried pulled my petticoat and introduced his hand inside, right inside my underwear, over my naked butts. Alcohol hits me like a wall, but has the benefit of quickly rendering me relaxed and uninhibited. I rammed my fingers in fast and furious and you screamed, arched your back and squirted again catching him in the chest and face. Then he produced the contract. “Come on, my dad will have some sweets.” The girl said. Poseidon - god of the sea, brother of Brunette Zeus So, I knelt between the soft and warm thighs blowjob and entered her pussy slowly. You’re right on time.” Come on, I know you’ve always held back even when fucking me roughly. She was holding something in her hand. “I just want everyone to know how much I love you, Sharron.” The tears fell from my eyes, pouring hot down my cheeks. “So, you got him doggy style a job as a chauffeur?” I said sarcastically. His erection created a tent in the thin cotton fabric that would have make Barnum & Bailey proud.