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“While we’ve got her sat up like this, let’s get her top on,” the funeral director said dryly. The blouse her mother had chosen for her was simple, but elegant - a black, silky fabric with dark-red rose vine-like floral pattern to it. While Kim carefully lifted her arms up over her head, the other man began working the top in place, past her arms and long brown hair, and then letting it fall around her pale figure. The medium-length red skirt the mother had chosen would fit perfectly with this, and after lowering her back down onto the cold slab, they were soon to find out. Her srt was pulled out from the box her mom had dropped off and slid past her cool, bare feet, past her ankles and up her smooth legs and thighs, and then snuggly fit around her hips. “Cora should be here around 11:20, so she can touch up any makeup she thinks needs doing.” “Right,” Mr. Kim replied. “She looks good. We’ve got it pretty easy with her compared to a few of our other clients.” Cora was the beautician that they used for most all of their clients (unless the client or their family had a specific person in mind) and no one ever doubted that she did fantastic work. However, this was a small town and Cora also ran a small salon, so they found themselves at her mercy schedule-wise. In any event, they would leave Saema laying on the slab for a little while as they went to see to a few other matters, waiting for Cora to return and finish the job on preparing her for her wake. Cora was running a few minutes late when she flew into one of the spaces out back and put her red Jetta in park. She fired off a text to a friend of hers to let her know that she might be a few minutes late to do her hair because of a fender-bender down near Main Street and then dropped her smartphone in her purse. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she muttered to herself, obviously not in the best of moods, as she got out, locked up her car, and came up the back steps. As was typical, the funeral home had sent her some photos of the body (nothing indecent, of course, for ebony legal reasons) as well as basic instructions left by her family so that she could make preparations and come with what she would need to prepare the decedent for her wake and funeral service. This was important because there were many shades of makeup, concealer, eye-liner, and more that she had available, but toting all of it around was largely unnecessary. Cora, therefore, had a small hand-bag with what she had decided she would need, and she didn’t estimate that getting Saema ready would be all that much of a challenge. Since Saema’s body had already been prepared and refrigerated several times over, the main challenge Cora had with her was restoring a more life-like color to her. Thankfully, her death hadn’t been incredibly traumatic, and the main area that would need special attention was her neckline. After a brief conversation with Mr. Kim, she was left alone with Saema’s body, laying on the mortuary slab, and she quickly got to work. Several different types of makeups, concealers, and tone eveners were brushed on and worked into the skin of her hands and arms, ass which would be visible during her viewing. A coral-toned lip gloss was applied to her amateur lips, giving them a more subtle look that didn’t scream “Dead body!” pornstar A light rouge was added to flush out her cheeks a little and a very small bit of mascara and eye-liner was done to bring a bit of color back. Her neck, of course, required several different layers of caking and evening to cover up the red marks that were telltale signs of her strangulation, but when she stepped back to look Saema over, she thought she had done a fine job. No indication was provided as to what nail color big the girl should wear during her viewing and funeral service, but Cora had decided that since her hands would be visible while she was on display, she would simply go with the approximate color that she had been wearing at the time of her death. While she wasn’t exactly positive as to the exact tone Saema was wearing, she had narrowed it down between a couple dark chocolate tones and had brought them with her. Inspecting her hands a bit closer here in person, she finally settled on one called “Mignight Mocha.” She used a two-coat system to touch-up the babe nails of both of her hands so that they shimmered in the light once she had finished. Yet, though her work would normally have been considered finished, she gazed down at Saema’s toe-tagged feet. Even if they won’t be seen during the viewing, she thought to herself, I’d be leaving my work half-finished if I just quit now without doing a quick pedicure. Mr. Kim returned right as she was finishing up the last of Saema’s toes and nodded at her work. “Excellent as always, Ms. Jennings,” he stated with a nod of approval. “I believe her family indian will be pleased.” “Thanks. She was a pretty girl,” she replied, already having turned back to a nearby counter and started to put her supplies back in their bag. “Mr. Davenforth should have your money transferred over by Tuesday.” “No worries. Like I said before, I know I’m doing good stuff here, that’s all.” Mr. Kim nodded at her. She zipped up her bag. “Anyway, gotta run. I’m supposed to meet a friend here in…” she pressed the home key on her phone, “Oh, shit. Yeah, like ten minutes ago!” He slid out slowly, and then rammed it back in hard. “You were such a wicked indian child,” my wife purred. Next she guided me into position and pornstar put more of the lube on my cock, stroking me to full erection while kissing me. I couldn’t help it though, she had driven me into a ravenous lust. “Sure..go on ! “ , I replied . Ryan was lucky because he had his shorts in the backpack but I had nothing. Didn’t you see, when I made you cum all over me?” He shook his head. Sandy had never been dominated like this and was confused as she felt a tingling down below and realized she was very aroused. I took Haylee with me to get our hair and nails done, and when I only had an hour left, big I did all of my makeup and started to find what I should wear. She said, in that same voice. I have state finals when we get back and my coach wants me to be working out and staying in shape.” It was difficult to imagine how anyone could think this girl was in anything but pristine shape but I also knew that ass athletes have to train. Swollen and hurt. She was definitely not happy with what he had done ebony to her but she was too tired to even think of a way out. The heavy rimed glasses she wore added to the hidden beauty look, almost like a character from a movie that everybody sees as beautiful but amateur the main character doesn't notice until the glasses are gone kind of thing. “What’s the matter?” Jayden asked. The extra stretching from my assistance and the juices babe that were seeping out of me made it easier for her to get her hand in up to the first finger joint. I woke up when Martina came down the stairs.