Sex Slave On My Slab

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So many people have layers which I know has been said before, but no one has more layers than the dead. Yet they are also the easiest to pull back their layers to find out just what kind of secrets they harbored. For example, this lovely blonde specimen on my slab right now came in a few hours ago. Cause of death trauma to the brain, been dead for about twelve hours now so it was time for me to begin the cleaning process. Which is when I notice all the strange bruising in some odd places. Tiny areas of small-degree burns along her backside, and her thighs. As I continued to investigate these familiar markings it dawned on me. That little blondie belonged to someone, not just related to but she was regularly giving her body to be used. The love marks of a sex slave were all over her. To the untrained eye one would think she was strangely accident prone or being lightly abused but no….I see someone was a good girl. Repeatedly so, and judging by the swelling still left between her legs it was maybe just a day ago since she was being someone’s little slut on her knees. Such a shame, good sex slaves are so hard to find.

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