How do you think I`ve managed to survive for so long?He would take the money to the vault first thing tomorrow.With the confrontation fresh in her mind and without any swingers time for coming back down following her orgasm, Corrine was still a nervous wreck when she got back to their blowjob house.My fingers found the straps of my breast plate.Then she felt another emotion, shock as the troopers turned their weapons upon their comrades.Nodding his head Sam watched a few more minutes, and then seemed to vanish.My nerves were electrified with adrenaline, the tiny hairs on my flesh standing on edge as goosebumps prickled me from head to granny toe.You bet I was!Oh, yes, Mom purred.Momo then settled down on top of me and I pulled the covers over us.Tell her she has to wait or she will ruin the tattoo.Scoop moved ahead and used the zoom on his camera to scan the environment.Caleb bit his lip.Just suck at my dick. Looks like she shit herself, the female investigator says, looking at the contents of the dead girl’s pink panties. Of course, this wasn’t that uncommon a sight with someone that had been dead for hours.Reaching into her equipment bag, the woman’s gloved hand returns with a small device she uses to get a liver temperature with. Not wanting to contaminate any evidence by taking a rectal temp, this seems to be the best option. After a few moments, she noted the temperature on a log she had, nodding to the nearby detective. Liver temp confirms our vic’s time of death to be about 2:00 AM, she says, putting the thermometer into a sterile bag to be cleaned later. We’ll need to tag her, bag her, and get her down to the morgue to find out anything more. Reaching back into her blowjob bag, she removes a white cardboard toe tag and, with the driver’s license laying on the table next to her, uses it to fill out some basic information:Name: Saema MarkalGender: FemaleRace: CaucasionDOB: 12/March/1990DOD: 2/July/2015Suspected COD: StrangulationCase #: 20150702003The girl was still wearing black flats on her feet, but her right foot was coming partially granny out of it, the shoe dangling from the tips of her toes. The investigator removes the small black shoe and places it in an evidence bag, freeing the girl’s dark chocolate-painted toes. She then takes a few moments to carefully tie the white string of the toe tag around Saema’s big toe, the nail of which was glistening in the sunlight coming through the nearby window. The girl’s well-manicured hands were then folded over her chest as a nearby stretcher was brought next to the bed, a black body bag unzipped and waiting on top. With one detective grabbing her by the feet and another getting her at the shoulders, Saema was lifted and slid over into the plastic bag. A swingers couple final photos were taken and then the bag was zipped up, the only thing exposed being a small hole through which the tips of her toes could be seen, the toe tag moved to dangle outside the bag for the purposes of quick identification while her corpse was in transit to and awaiting processing at the county coroner’s office.As her body-bagged corpse was wheeled out into the hallway, residents of the apartment stood looking on, wondering what had happened. The apartment was in a nice part of the city and crime, while not unheard of, was pretty low around the building, so the supposed-murder of a young girl was concerning. People would also be concerned about there being a rapist on the loose too.