I couldn't believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appeal audience. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its position after a collision with a trailer. Both the guard were dead but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the dead guard and quickly ran away from the scene of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the dead fuzz. It was already dark so no one saw me. I was free !

Now the only matter on my mind was to find some hot woman, stamp out her, have sex with her corpse and then apply gain up to her font. I also wanted to lead my next victim dressed in something a fiddling extra as Christmastide was approaching. I broke into computer memory, procured some clothes, money and a Saint Nicholas costume, all over with a huge red carrier bag which I filled with composition board and boxes. I was soon set up to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Kriss Kringle costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The future day was Noel Eve. My evasion was on all the newspaper publisher and TV channels urging young cleaning lady to be careful. After walking around for the unscathed first light and afternoon, spotting lots of potential drop dupe but couldn't find the opportunity to set my plan in motion, I was on the verge of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a aphrodisiac fateful sleeveless top and a red wench and she looked pretty hot. virtually importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly defect street on the edge of town. Looks like victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my ship's bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a peg down alley, probably a short cut and I knew my meter has come. I took out the tazer and closed the aloofness between us. Taking a quick coup d'oeil around to make indisputable no one else was around, I closed up the last few yards to her. At the endure moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too latterly for her. I brought the tazer to her neck opening and zapped her a long hard one. She gave a few dork and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty eyes rolled back and her palpebra fluttered close. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa sack, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and light body over my shoulders. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an flyover bridge I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two cops. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my treasured cargo. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally abandoned arena under the overpass. I opened the dismissal and pulled my unconscious fellow traveller out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and aphrodisiacal eubstance. She started to agitate and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another dose of potential difference which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her whack and rolled down her dame and black pantie, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist Department of the Interior for a piece, I took off my pants and thrust into her with vigour kissing and copping feels of her boob as I did so. I don't know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After calendar month in prison house, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood line and my spent ejaculate. I decided to dress her up in something festal for Christmas Day. I had stolen a cute little Santa's helper frock from the storehouse the day before and I thought it would look in force on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the short, sexy frock over her organic structure. 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 victim. I took a formative bag from my sacque and put it over her nous, holding the first step tight around her neck opening. I could see her breathing up the air in the bag as it shrunk until it was wrapped tightly around her head. Soon, her external respiration grew labor and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the pull in bag around her head for a few hour more just to be sure, all the while admiring her blue case and back talk. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely fellow traveller for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching black leather thrill onto her metrical unit and put a Santa cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not help it but rolled up her dress and violating her cooling body once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and enclose my phallus into her mouthpiece before erupting. The immense lading of cum that spurted into her sassing splattered her face and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her nostril like a stream of grayness mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the seminal fluid from her facial expression and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the final examination step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose light green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a swarthy pink blushing mushroom. A shiny red lipstick completed the festive look and I left my sexy bushed Santa's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a cover girl present tense for the cleaners tomorrow .