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Cora was the beautician that they used for most all of their clients (unless the client or their family had a specific person in mind) and no one ever doubted that she did fantastic work. However, this was a small town and Cora also ran a small salon, so they found themselves at her mercy schedule-wise. In any event, they would leave Saema laying on the slab for a little while as they went to see to a few other matters, waiting for Cora to return and finish the job on preparing her for her wake. Cora was running a few minutes late when she flew into one of the spaces out back and put her red Jetta in park. She fired off a text to a friend of hers to let her know that she might be a few minutes late to do her hair because of a fender-bender down near Main Street and then dropped her smartphone in her purse. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she muttered to herself, obviously not in the best of moods, as she got out, locked up her car, and came up the back steps. As was typical, the funeral home had sent her some photos of the body (nothing indecent, of course, for legal reasons) as well as basic instructions left by her family so that she could make preparations and come with what she would need to prepare the decedent for her mature wake and funeral service. This was important because there were many shades of makeup, concealer, eye-liner, and more that she had available, but toting all of it around was largely unnecessary. Cora, therefore, had a small hand-bag with what she had decided she would need, and she didn’t estimate that getting Saema ready would be all that much of a challenge. Since Saema’s body had already been prepared and refrigerated several times over, the main challenge Cora had with her was restoring a more life-like color to her. Thankfully, her death hadn’t been incredibly traumatic, and the main area that would need special attention was her neckline. After a brief conversation with Mr. Kim, she was left alone with Saema’s body, laying on the mortuary slab, and she quickly got to work. Several different types of makeups, concealers, and tone eveners anime were brushed on and worked into the skin of her hands and arms, which would be visible during her viewing. A coral-toned lip gloss was applied to her lips, giving them a more subtle look that didn’t scream “Dead body!” A light rouge was added to flush out her cheeks a little and a very small bit of mascara and eye-liner was done to bring a bit of color back. Her neck, of course, required several different layers of caking and evening to cover up the red marks that were telltale signs of her strangulation, but when she stepped back to look Saema over, she thought she had done a fine job. No indication was provided as to what nail color the girl should wear during her viewing and funeral service, but Cora had decided that since her hands would be visible while she was on display, she would simply go with the approximate color that she had been wearing at the time of her death. While she wasn’t exactly positive as to the exact tone Saema was wearing, she had narrowed it down anal between a couple dark chocolate tones and had brought them with her. Inspecting her hands a bit closer here in person, she finally settled on one called “Mignight Mocha.” She used a two-coat system to touch-up the nails of both of her hands so that they shimmered gangbang in the light once she had finished. Yet, though her work would normally have been considered finished, she gazed down at Saema’s toe-tagged feet. Even if they won’t be seen during the viewing, she thought to herself, I’d be leaving my work half-finished if I just quit now without doing a quick pedicure. Mr. Kim returned right as she was finishing up the last of Saema’s teen toes and nodded at her work. “Excellent as always, Ms. Jennings,” he stated with a nod of approval. “I believe her family will be pleased.” Later in the day we did hear from the man gangbang who owned the house, complaining about anime the damage that had been done. The front door opened and Mr. Banks entered. They also inquired about two twins that teen worked there. My wife mature took one look at her and said “What the hell did you do last night, you look like you should sleep the rest of the day.” Forcing apart the walls of her cunt for the very first time. “That was great. Honestly, I really didn’t want to get up. If Jill was going to join she would need yellow panties and heels. I just laughed and got up to get a anal shower, then I joined her. My anus got numb and tight.