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She would also contact the airline that would be bringing her body to Pennsylvania to arrange all final details with them for the evening. When Emile finally came back into the main embalming blonde and preparation room, Victor had finished the embalming and was setting the tools back into storage for the moment. Some of the “life” was sort of seeping back into Saema’s cold, pale skin as she lay naked on the mortuary slab. It was now just after 10:00 AM, so they would need to finish prepping her for transport and then get about the rest of their work for the day. “Victor: Go get the transit casket out of the back while I get bbw her clothes the boyfriend gave us out.” Victor nodded and walked across the hall and unlocked a door that led to a storage room and could be heard moving a few things around to get to the casket. It really wasn’t that often that the funeral home had to prepare bodies for long-distance shipment, so the casket was stored towards the back wall of the cluttered room. Mrs. Vargas walked to the counter that was near the sink and cleaning station and got out an over-sized ziplock bag from a drawer that Saema’s boyfriend had given to her the day they had picked her body up from the morgue. The actual clothes that she would wear during transportation didn’t matter all that busty much, and if he had failed to provide anything she would have simply dressed her in a gown similar to one for hospital patients, but the young man had given them a pair of pajamas that she had apparently liked and Emile thought this at least would make her look restful. Victor returned a moment later with the steel casket and wheeled it over to the side of the slab. Emile turned and gave the nude corpse one last look over before she would go about the task of dressing her. Saema’s skin looked like it was improving in color despite her having been dead for close to four days. Victor had truthfully done a good job with the actual embalming itself. She peered down at her face and noticed that he had remembered to put two small cotton balls in the girl’s nostrils. A southward glance followed by a closer inspection between the dead girl’s legs revealed that her sex had been similarly plugged and cotton had been wadded up and forced up her puckered asshole. With the casket being lined with plastic, leakage would not be a major issue and really, with this temporary sealing job, she should have no problem surviving the journey up north. The two carefully sat the girl’s corpse up on the marble slab and, with Victor raising her arms up over her head, Emile slipped on the soft pajama shirt - a cute pink top with little monkeys on it. Obviously, the girl had an interesting sense of humor, but many would probably have found it endearing. After laying her back down on the slab, her head landing rather hard, they worked together - one with each leg - to work the matching pants carefully over her chocolate-colored toe nails, past her feet, legs, and knees, and securely up to her curvy hips. “No shoes, right?” Victor asked. “The boyfriend didn’t bring any,” she remarked. “That’s good, anyway. In case they need to quickly identify her at some point during transit, we want her toe tags clearly visible and accessible.” Since Saema was rather light, Emile suggested that they simply pick her corpse up and place it into the waiting casket themselves rather than make use of one of the lifting tools Big Dick they had. Victor grabs her around the ankles and Emile works up under her shoulders and, with a rather fluid motion, they lift her up off the slab and swing her to the casket settled just a couple feet below the slab. 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