I couldn't believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its slope after a collision with a trailer. Both the guards were abruptly but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my cuff with the key from one of the dead guard and quickly ran away from the vista of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the dead pig. It was already shadow so no one saw me. I was free people !

Now the only thing on my mind was to find some hot woman, belt down her, have sex with her cadaver and then apply make up to her face. I also wanted to leave my following victim dressed in something a little special as Yule was approaching. I broke into depot, procured some apparel, money and a Santa costume, complete with a huge red sack which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon fix to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Father Christmas costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Eve. My escapism was on all the newspaper and TV channels urging Edward Young char to be careful. After walking around for the whole morning and good afternoon, spotting mass of potential dupe but couldn't find the opportunity to set my architectural plan in motility, I was on the verge of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a aphrodisiacal black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. virtually importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the edge of town. Looks like Victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a quoin into a narrow alley, probably a short cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quickly glance around to make sure as shooting no one else was around, I closed up the survive few yards to her. At the close moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a long hard one. She gave a few jerked meat and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty centre rolled back and her eyelids fluttered come together. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa paper bag, tied up the opening and hoisted her hobble and light torso over my shoulder. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass bridge I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two pig. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my wanted cargo. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted field under the overpass. I opened the sackful and pulled my unconscious mind fellow traveler out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy body. She started to stir and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another back breaker of voltage which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black panty, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist interior for a piece, I took off my trouser and thrusting into her with energy hugging and copping feels of her boob as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgo the Virgin but she felt soaked. After month in prison house, this felt really capital. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent come. I decided to dress her up in something festal for Xmas. I had stolen a cute little Santa's assistant attire from the store the day before and I thought it would depend good on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her hitch trunk, slipping the short, aphrodisiacal apparel over her eubstance. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was time to say sayonara to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a plastic bag from my shift and put it over her mind, holding the opening tight around her neck. I could see her breathing up the air in the bag as it shrunk until it was wrapped tightly around her head. Soon, her breathing grew drudge and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her head for a few bit more just to be for sure, all the while admiring her bluing typeface and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely familiar for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching contraband leather boots onto her feet and put a St. Nick cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not avail it but rolled up her wearing apparel and violating her cooling body once again. This fourth dimension, I pulled out of her dead body just before I ejaculated and sneak in my member into her oral cavity before erupting. The vast warhead of cum that spurted into her sass splattered her face and some of it shot into her olfactory organ and dribbled out from her anterior naris like a watercourse of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her backtalk.

Now only the final examination step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose light green eyeshadow and purpleness mascara together with a swarthy pink blusher. A shiny red lipstick completed the gay look and I left my aphrodisiac utter Santa's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would cause a lovely present for the dry cleaners tomorrow .