It was the kind of black tie case that is mandatory for the mightiness elite group in capital of the United States. The ambassador to Iran was celebrating a new economic treaty and high-ranking functionary from the multi-national bay window benefiting most were in attendance. Politicians who rely on part from the big companies were working the floor and trying to charter credit for the new legislation.

igniter sparkled from the vast chandelier and reflected from the M of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the way, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President of the United States.

A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest lean. Suddenly there was a detectable break as eyes turned to the beautiful Pres Young fair sex handing her wrap to the ostiary.

'' Who invited her ? '' a woman standing future to the Chief Executive 's secretarial assistant asked.

'' President trumpet added her epithet in his own handwriting when he approved the Guest listing. ''

'' I did n't think counselor were invited to this kind of event. ''

'' They are n't ''

'' Where 's the First Lady ? ''

'' Back in New York dedicating a new hospital. ''

'' Do n't you call up soul would utter ? ''

'' She 's used to it. He 's been cheating for the lastly twenty long time. ''

Conversation returned to normal as Hope rube joined a grouping of men and womanhood that she knew.

The President had foresighted been known for his indiscretions and his inside team at the White business firm made sure nix leaked out to the crush. This time it was unlike. Hope had confessed her intimacy to a friend who had gone public with the entropy. Now the press was having a field day and rumors swirled around Capital of potential bit impeachment.

It was well-off to see how the chairperson could fall for this beautiful talented young char. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her course with a level in English. She had a glorious statement of facts and public figure and could submit an informed position on any stream political case.

Tonight she wore a skinny strapless blue silk nightgown and simple bone earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with most of the men and was a head taller than the other women. At 24, she was the youthful cleaning woman in the way by at least a X and did n't need the jewels and heavy makeup the others did. She wore her hairsbreadth down and just enough makeup to let her natural beauty shine through.

It was belated when Hope finally danced with the President. A hush came over the elbow room and belittled group whispered among themselves as the two circled the trading floor.

'' Can you forgive me ? '' Hope whispered quietly.

'' I love you. touch me in the Orient Wing in an hour. '' Came the reply and then the dance was over.

Terry was a career soldier. He trained and served with the Army ranger before taking a job in Evergreen State. cover operations were his forte and he never questioned his monastic order even though they sometimes sounded foreign. In the past he had infiltrated war machine and commercial installation and killed denominate political aim but naught prepared him for what he was ordered to do tonight.

Although he recognized her immediately from pictures he had no mind how beautiful a adult female Hope really was. As he watched her glide path her figure was silhouetted in a light down the anteroom. He was mesmerized by the broad mounds of her breasts, her lissome waist and wide hips under the sheer silk of her night-robe. She looked almost lost as she walked tentatively down the gloomy hall

When Hope was only a few feet away, he slammed the struggling woman hard against the far wall.

'' Nooo ! '' She tried to shout out but the gloved hand over her mouth stifled her outcry. Struggling for her life she twisted first one way and then the other in Terry 's branding iron handle. When their eyes met she shuddered at the frigidity, emotionless look she saw.

There was a bright flash of metal as Terry 's switchblade clicked undetermined and Leslie Townes Hope realized what he planned to do. He preferred to kill with a Marine KaBar but for this mission the tenacious thin switchblade would easily penetrate to the heart and cause a lot less external haemorrhage.

Terry looked into the oceanic abyss blue frightened eye of the adult female he had been ordered to kill then hesitated for a second gear thinking about the fair sex in his life-time. He had known some beautiful women but nix as graceful as the one now struggling in his arms. `` What a waste. ''

Suddenly the soldier in him came back and he plunged the switchblade trench into Hope 's panting dresser. There was a ripping sound as the knife tore the sheer silk of her night-robe and her body jerked back in an involuntary spasm of annoyance.

She thrashed around in double-dyed despair and her center were wide-eyed with fear. Her body finally gave a foresighted shudder and then hung limp. Her eyes took on a blank stare and began to glaze over.

As Dame Ellen Terry relaxed his grip, her legs buckled and she started sliding down the wall. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her peg. He carried the hobble physical structure down the hall to one of the small conference rooms and lay her out on the oak board.

Closing the door he turned on the lighting and looked over the soundbox. The strapless gown had slipped and both naked white meat stood out in all their glory. The flick knife was still sticking in her chest where he left it to keep international bleeding. The organic structure seemed to act when he pulled the knife out and a lilliputian roue welled up around the wound. He wiped the stock off the knife and then felt along her long slender neck opening for a vestige of carotid pulsing. He found none and confirmed she was really dead.

His orders were to prepare the body so he rolled her on one side of meat and started fumbling with the long zipper on the silk gown. He gradually worked it down and the bluing silk peeled away from the beautiful whiteness hide. He slipped her place off and then set to sour sliding her nylons off her yearn slender legs. Manipulating the soft warm physical structure of the dead woman left him completely aroused and by the time he pulled her panties down he could n't avail stroking her brown pubic temporary hookup.

'' At ease, soldier ! '' The command startled him and he stood direct up. The chairwoman was standing there in a bathrobe and carpet slipper and what appeared to be naught else.

'' Relax and facilitate me travel her. '' The President 's tint was easy now.

The two men grasped Hope 's arms and pulled her on her back to the edge of the tabular array until her headland fell back with her lip open. As the President untied his bathrobe Dame Alice Ellen Terry noticed his petite penis. It was barely two inches long fully erect. He held Bob Hope 's head between his legs and pushed it in her back talk, clod and all.

'' About brass, soldier ! get along the command and Terry responded immediately. He stood there for what seemed like a long time listening to panting and grunting from his commanding officer in Chief.



At last it was quiet in the room and Terry heard the door slam. When he looked around, Bob Hope was still lying there with her blue eyes staring sightlessly up at him. Her mouth was wide spread and lilliputian cliff of cum were scattered around her beautiful face.

He shook his head in disgust. `` She deserves honest than that. '' He thought wiping her face with a hankey. He rolled her back on the table and closed her abruptly eyes. He carefully composed her characteristic and then kissed her wide pouting mouth. He cupped her still affectionate bosom in his hands and felt her firm nipples.

By now Dame Alice Ellen Terry's balls were quick to split and he needed to do something about his problem. He wrapped his hands around Hope's lithe shank and pulled her rosehip to the boundary of the table. He dropped his trouser and his huge erection sprang out to meet her soft affectionate kitty. He drove himself into the beautiful corpse again and again until he couldn't hold back any longer. When his cum finally gushed into the abruptly cleaning woman he felt a wave of succor flow over his body.

Now he needed to concentrate on the eternal sleep of his mission and dispose of the body. He rolled out a consistency bag and started zipping Hope in. Her human foot were first and he couldn't help running his handwriting over her long, beautifully shaped peg. As he pulled the zipper over her soft brown pubic eyepatch he paused to find the warm moistness. The area of her unconditional abdomen and hanker slender waistline felt lovesome under his hands and he touched the knife wound that hardly showed in her dresser. He transferred a cliff of her blood to his tongue and tasted its odorous saltiness.

Her senior high school firm titty and brown nipples were a special attracter. His script lingered over them for what seemed like a long time before he pulled the zipper up to her cervix. He cradled her caput in his hand and admired her beautiful fount. He stroked her long glum hair with his hands and gave her sass a tender kiss. At last he pulled the zipper over her face.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry quickly moved around the room and cleaned up any evidence he could find out. He stuffed the bloody frock, the brake shoe, the sheer rayons and the relief of Hope's affair in his tote bag. When he was set to go he turned off the Light and hefted the organic structure over his shoulder. He picked up his tote and walked quietly to a back exit. Amazingly there were no guards in the domain and he lay the trunk in the trunk of his car.

As Terry force back on into the Old Dominion State hills the lights of President Washington faded in the aloofness. He thought about the beautiful drained cleaning woman in the back of his car and could feel a warm glow in his groin. He needed to dump her in one of the big incinerators down near the molding before aurora but her body was still soft and warm and there were a few hours left .