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Grabbing her at the ankles, the tech tugged at her forcefully and her clear plastic-bagged corpse slid unceremoniously from the drawer it had occupied for nearly two days onto the metal tray of the gurney he had gotten for her. He tugged her all the way until her bare feet were dangling at the edge of the tray, her head making a loud thud as it slammed down onto the cart. The tech didn’t care and the dead girl certainly didn’t either. Tossing the clipboard into a small holder on the side of the cart, the technician wheeled Saema’s body down a different route than the one they had taken her through in this crypt before. Here, the man pushed her through bigtits a couple large storage areas filled with the bodies of all sorts of people awaiting their autopsy, their toe-tagged feet sticking out of the cold, dark drawers, bringing her to a different set of tattoo double-doors that they then passed through. 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From a bin on a steel table somewhere behind her head, he grabbed a blank toe tag, this time a blue color with different fields on it, and placed it under her heels, which he adjusted so that her feet were touching, the toes pointing at a 45-degree angle into the room. Next to her on another gurney lay the body of the Asian heart-attack victim from when she was brought in. His flaccid penis was limp and lying off its side, balanced by his greying pubic hairs. His body tone was rather unremarkable, his gut a bit heavy-set, and his face revealed an air of resignation. His wife and eldest daughter had requested an autopsy to verify that it was the heart attack that killed him. Across from Saema, a familiar pair of feet with bright green toe nails pointed towards the middle of the room. A single toe-tag hung from the teen’s succulent right big toe, while a female morgue tech was filling out a second toe-tag, noting that the cause of the young girl’s demise had been sudden and massive internal bleeding from a ruptured superior vena cava during the collision that also took her step-mother’s life. Her abdomen and chest were wide open, her glistening intestines, stomach, and liver clearly visible. He bent a little to lick between her breasts, grabbing them in his hands to press against his face as he licked from her belly button to her clavicle. I’d give anything to be married to a woman like yours.” Mark grins. “Just let me change into some normal clothes, Matt.” “Well that was just as trailer.” Katie smiled at Becki. Mrs. Jackson’s class was the only one I really disliked. Mays pussy quickly started to flood herself with is intoxicating juices getting herself even wetter than she already was before the dog started to fuck her. 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