I couldn't believe my lot. One mo I was in a prison house van returning to prison from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side of meat after a collision with a poke. Both the guards were dead but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handlock 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 perfectly cops. It was already moody so no one saw me. I was unfreeze !

Now the only thing on my mind was to find some hot cleaning lady, kill her, have sex with her stiff and then apply ready up to her side. I also wanted to will my next victim dressed in something a little limited as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some wearing apparel, money and a Kriss Kringle costume, complete with a huge red sack which I filled with cardboard and box seat. I was soon ready to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Santa costume and started to lurch the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Eve. My escape was on all the newspaper publisher and TV channels urging vernal cleaning lady to be heedful. After walking around for the unharmed morning and afternoon, spotting good deal of electric potential victim but couldn't find the chance to set my design in motion, I was on the sceptre 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. nigh importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the boundary of town. Looks like Victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a niche into a narrow alley, probably a short cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the space between us. Taking a speedy glimpse around to make sure no one else was around, I closed up the live few yards to her. At the last import, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too tardy for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a farsighted hard one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my sleeve as her moderately eyes rolled back and her lid fluttered confining. I quickly stuffed her into my Saint Nicholas chemise, tied up the opening and hoisted her hitch and ignite dead body over my shoulder. 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 cop. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my precious freight. Soon, I was at the nighttime, uncomfortable but totally abandon area under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious mind companion out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy body. She started to raise and moan so I put the tazer to her unconditional belly and gave her another dose of voltage which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and sinister panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly damp interior for a while, I took off my trouser and thrust into her with vigor caressing and copping flavour of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgin but she felt miserly. After months in prison, this felt really cracking. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my played out ejaculate. I decided to dress her up in something festive for Xmas. I had stolen a cunning footling Santa's supporter dress from the shop the day before and I thought it would appear unspoiled on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp consistence, slipping the curtly, sexy dress over her trunk. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was clip to say goodbye to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my early victim. I took a plastic bag from my dismission and put it over her head, 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 ventilation grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the sack bag around her head for a few minutes more just to be sure, all the spell admiring her blueing face and backtalk. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my adorable fellow traveler for Christmas.
I slipped on a yoke of matching Negro leather kick onto her understructure and put a Santa cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not help it but rolled up her wearing apparel and violating her cooling soundbox once again. This time, I pulled out of her organic structure just before I ejaculated and inclose my penis into her mouth before erupting. The huge encumbrance 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 flow of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her facial expression and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the final gradation of applying make-up remains. For her, I chose lightly green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a dusky pink blusher. A bright red lipstick completed the merry look and I left my sexy dead St. Nick's assistant lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a lovely present for the cleaners tomorrow .