“That’s good, anyway. In case they need to quickly identify her at some point during transit, we want her toe tags clearly visible and accessible.” Since Saema was rather light, Emile suggested that they simply pick her corpse up and place it into the waiting casket themselves rather than make use of one of the lifting tools they had. Victor grabs her around the ankles and Emile works up under her shoulders and, with a rather fluid motion, they lift her up off the slab and swing her to the casket settled just a couple feet below the slab. Emile’s grip starts to fail at the last minute babe and the corpse lands with a thud in the casket, but all-in-all the process goes well. Emile takes a few final photographs of Saema’s restful corpse as she lays barefoot and toe-tagged in the transport casket and, with a nod to Victor, indicates that they are finally finished with her. “Wheel her into the cooler and we’ll keep her there until the van arrives to bring her to the airport.” And, with those final words from his boss, Victor looks one last time at the cold piece of ass laying with cotton plugs up her stinking asshole and toe tags pressed between her soles and the foot of the casket. He takes the japan viscera bag, drops it between the girl’s cheesy feet, and shuts the lid on the teen casket. Saema is wheeled through a set of doors in the embalming room and into a large, walk-in cooler where her casket sits with three others, awaiting transit to her home state for her wake, funeral, and burial. The transport van that had been chartered out by the airline that was responsible for flying her body back home to Pennsylvania had arrived at the funeral home at 3:00 in the afternoon, checking over and initialling all required paperwork. Victor also opened the girl’s casket so that they could verify that the living photographs of the girl they were given matched the embalmed, barefoot corpse laying before them. One of the couriers moved Saema’s cool left foot and double-checked the toe-tag and then dropped it back in place. With that, Saema’s transport casket was closed and put in the back of the van and driven out to the airport. TSA agents reviewed the paperwork japanese present with airline and cargo staff, deciding that everything appeared to be in order. They opted not to open the casket again, citing that the verification by the transport drivers would serve as good enough for them. Cargo operators were then responsible for getting the casket onto an inclined conveyor and up into the plane’s cargo hold where a worker found a place to secure it down and make sure it would not move around during flight. The flight would depart Los Angeles at around 4:55 PM and with the connecting stops it had to make would not reach Philadelphia International until 11:18 PM Eastern Time. It would be after 1:30 in the morning by the time her body had arrived Jupiter Hill Mortuary Services’ receiving bay in the small town of Beaver Falls. “Fuckin’ nightshift,” Carlo muttered to himself as he pulled his earbuds out and typed an “AFK” message into the chat window of the MMO he was playing. “That raid was going great, too. Probably shouldn’t have started it though,” he sighed. Carlo was the on-call attendant this evening. He was a 24-year-old college student who worked over the weekends because it was easy work and, honestly, a good part-time job was hard to find in a small town like Beaver Falls. He was responsible with dealing with any new clients that arrived in the late hours, and tidying up a bit, but his main job there was security. He’d been working there for about five months so far, and up to this point his job had been a cakewalk. Normally, the young man would have thought that getting a client in at this hour was strange, but the funeral director had told him that there’d be an arrival scheduled sometime after 11PM that evening, so he was expecting it. Well, truthfully, he had sort of let it slip his mind because he had gotten involved with a dungeon raid just thirty minutes prior to her arrival, and if he had fully remembered he wouldn’t have done so. Flicking on the light to illuminate the back drive, he unbolted the lock and opened the worn wooden door out into the mellow night sexy air. “You, uhhhh…” a gruff voice started as a van door opened. “Carlo Maretti?” The voice came from a heavy set man in jeans and a grey dress shirt with the name ‘Stalton’ over the left pocket. “Yep, that’s me,” the young man replied. “Unless there’s some other asshole named Carlo working at a fuckin’ funeral home at midnight on a Friday.” The driver chuckled. “Glad you’ve got a sense of humor. Bet you need it workin’ this job.” He handed Carlo a clipboard with various papers attached to it. “I’m supposed to give you all this. He finely laid me down on the bed a good thing to I was having a hard time stand at this point. I let mine sit. Please, someone has to stop this. “Abby. Yes, she was an incredible fuck but was it worth life in prison, he had to think about that one. The Nun moved slightly and reached japanese for my member. Much to their distress, the ladies found themselves under the assault of groping hands, as the sight and sounds of my sperm being swallowed by the famous cutie was babe too much to handle. I am proud of you Nick, very proud. She was dressed casually in a cotton sari. Sometimes I know what she wants or does and I’ve never been wrong. If he just would grab it, I thought. “ and she opened her mouth wide and held her tongue out. "RIGHT NOW, OUR JOB IS TO SHOOT SOME HOT NASTY PICS! Stay calm, stay cool. The tingling felt as though it was linked to my dripping pussy that was also tingling like hell. He leaned down and said yes very much and kissed my cheek. I groaned teen as I buried into her. The first thing he noticed was his hands tightly bound behind his back. Just as he got into his room, his japan phone chimed, it was Ms Dyers, "7pm sunday, 48 Harrison Lane" it read. I told her there is a strip club close by that has an amateur night tonight, although this is stripping only no sex. 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