I couldn't believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison house from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its slope after a collision with a drone. Both the guards were dead but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the short safeguard and quickly ran away from the view of the chance event, taking a tazer from one of the stagnant cop. It was already black so no one saw me. I was devoid !

Now the only matter on my brain was to regain some hot cleaning lady, bolt down her, have sex with her stiff and then apply hit up to her face. I also wanted to leave my following dupe dressed in something a little peculiar as Christmas was approaching. I broke into shop, procured some wearing apparel, money and a Santa costume, over with a huge red dismissal which I filled with cardboard and boxful. I was soon quick 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 Xmas Eve. My relief valve was on all the paper and TV channels urging Lester Willis Young woman to be careful. After walking around for the whole morning and afternoon, spotting lots of potential victims but couldn't find the chance to set my plan in question, I was on the verge of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. about importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the border of Ithiel Town. Looks like victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my Alexander Graham Bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a recession into a narrow alley, probably a short circuit cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the length between us. Taking a quickly glance around to make sure as shooting no one else was around, I closed up the last few K to her. At the last moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her cervix and zapped her a prospicient heavy one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my arms as her fairly middle rolled back and her palpebra fluttered closely. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa liberation, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and light body over my shoulder. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an flyover nosepiece I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two bull. 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 desolate area under the flyover. I opened the sac and pulled my unconscious mind fellow out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy eubstance. She started to evoke and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another Cupid's disease of voltage which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist interior for a while, I took off my pants and thrust into her with vigour snuggling and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgin but she felt tight. After calendar month in prison, this felt really majuscule. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with line of descent and my spent semen. I decided to plume her up in something festive for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Kriss Kringle's assistant attire from the entrepot the day before and I thought it would look good on her. I stripped her of her remaining wearing apparel and held up her limp trunk, slipping the unretentive, aphrodisiacal dress over her body. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was time to say bye to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a formative bag from my sack and put it over her headway, 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 laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the all the way bag around her head for a few minute more just to be sure, all the while admiring her blue boldness and mouth. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely comrade for Christmas.
I slipped on a duo of matching black leather boots onto her groundwork and put a Santa cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not help it but rolled up her clothes and violating her cooling soundbox once again. This meter, I pulled out of her dead body just before I ejaculated and inserted my penis into her mouth before erupting. The immense load of cum that spurted into her oral cavity splattered her face and some of it shot into her nozzle and dribbled out from her anterior naris like a flow of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the last step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose sparkle green eyeshadow and purpleness mascara together with a twilit pinko blusher. A bright red lip rouge completed the festal spirit and I left my aphrodisiacal dead Saint Nicholas's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a lovely nowadays for the cleaner tomorrow .