“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 the table, her feet wobbling back and forth. Bits of blood and bone went through the air as he worked, but it only took 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 BDSM 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, 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 asian blood samples analyzed, but I think this is a pretty straight-forward thing we have here.” She nodded. “You know the japanese 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 the family wants to do with her.” “Got it,” she replied as he walked away. The autopsy done, Chris turned and walked a few paces away, removing his gloves as he walked and dropping them in a biohazard bin. Behind him, the transgendered girl's body was completely cut open, her organs being weighed and examined, her skull completely empty, and a look of shock on her face. Meanwhile, the female med student grabbed Saema's feet and, with the help of a young man who showed up with a new gurney, transferred her onto the cart and began wheeling her back to the processing room. The girl parked Saema’s autopsied body at the end of the line in the processing room, next to the body of a 38-year-old male tourist named Jay Marks who had died during a mugging. A technician was finishing up the final stitches on the already-autopsied corpse. He was around six feet tall, had short, jet-black hair, and a bit of a heavier build. His circumcised member lay limp against black, bushy pubic hair, his glassed-over blue fetish eyes staring at nothing. When finished with the stitching, the tech began making notes on a second toe-tag that would soon be applied to his right big toe. Saema’s tech looked her stark naked corpse over and then double-checked some paperwork, setting the clipboard she had in hand aside and going japan over to a nearby work station to grab a tray of tools she would need to get Saema back into a halfway presentable state. Beginning at the bottom of her incision, right at her pubic bone, the girl took a black threading and the long needle she had and began to close up the large incision. Later, this would have to be reopened by the mortuary staff responsible for her final preparations, but for now it was important to seal her back up and get her on ice to retard putrification. What I’m I saying... this is my sister. Bottoming my cock back into her she let out a shriek of pleasure that was muffled only by me putting my tongue in her mouth that she tried to suck right out of my japanese throat. After a few minutes, she began fingering my ass again. I remember it clearly. I mean, asian I don’t even need any japan sophisticated Michelin cook, I just want some regular, plain cooking by someone who knows what she’s doing.. I could do such wicked things to her. “Ugh, I have a cold.” The girls looked at me in confusion, not knowing what they should ask first. I clenched again, but this time Mother was fetish wise to my antics. I opened wide, shuddering as I swallowed my first girl-dick. She pulls Karen back by the hair and starts kissing her neck while her hand reaches around and grabs her large melon-shaped breast. " I fucked you this morning when you were a virgin, now I am fucking you again so now you are a slut". Her brother then traced his tongue up between the folds of her vagina and gently pressed on her clit. I grinned at him as I was about to fully cuckold him. I felt his fingers touch my pussy and let out a audible moan, this seemed to encourage him and he did it again and I let out another moan. The pleasure surged through me. It was outstanding. His head pushed past my mouth and BDSM my head straighten up allowing his dick to enter my throat. The thought made her shiver and shift.