As you hurry to unload the coffins into the labYou can't help but hate yourself for accepting this shitty job as you pass unopend lab after lab, final...y at the right one, repeatimg this 3 more times was a challenge in its selfWith each coffin you et more and more tiedWith the final coffin in you rest against the table they were places onAs your eyes start to go on you"yes rest don't worry about a thing... It'll be easier thst way"That was the last thing you here the doc say befor nothing, then. Oh those luxurious hips were dancing and I was getting very hard. The Dom pulled out her fingers, grabbed the vibrator and proceeded to lubricate it with the juices on her fingers. When she licked her fingers, I almost moaned, but I caught myself before I was noticed. I had to watch this scene play out.The Dom put the large vibrator against the subs pussy and started to push. I heard the sub utter a guttural moan as the cock penetrated her pussy. Then she threw her head back and growled through. The mere thought of holding the damn thing was too much. I’d been cured of guns during a run-in with my father’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was fifteen. But that’s another story for another time.”Brookpark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their. He adjusted the head rest so she wouldn’t hurt her neck during the 40 minute ride back home if she did fall asleep. Alan put the radio on to listen for the weather reports just in case. He’s seen these storms get bad. He sent a silent prayer up, glanced in the mirror at Tina whose eyes were already drooping and hoped she would fall asleep before it got bad. David watched the sky getting darker and darker. He paced watching for Dad and watching the weather. He already prepped the storm room in.