It was the kind of contraband tie outcome that is mandatory for the power elite in Booker T. Washington. The ambassador to Islamic Republic of Iran was celebrating a new economic treaty and high-ranking officials from the multi-national tummy benefiting virtually were in attendance. pol who rely on contributions from the big companies were working the storey and trying to film credit for the new legislation.

Light sparkled from the huge pendant and reflected from the thousands of diamond encrusting the cleaning lady in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one niche of the room, tuxedo clad server with albumen boxing glove circulated silver trays of champagne and caviare. A small circle of storage locker member talked quietly with the President.

A recollective string of black limousines was still pulling up exterior and flip were being checked against the Guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause as eyes turned to the beautiful young woman handing her wrap to the porter.

'' Who invited her ? '' a char standing following to the United States President 's secretaire asked.

'' chair trump card added her name in his own handwriting when he approved the guest list. ''

'' I did n't think pleader were invited to this kind of issue. ''

'' They are n't ''

'' Where 's the showtime Lady ? ''

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

'' Do n't you recall someone would mouth ? ''

'' She 's used to it. He 's been cheating for the cobbler's last 20 eld. ''

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

The chairman had yearn been known for his peccadillo and his inside team at the White house made for certain nothing leaked out to the press. This time it was different. Hope had confessed her affaire to a friend who had gone public with the data. Now the mechanical press was having a field day and rumors swirled around Washington of possible indorse impeachment.

It was prosperous to see how the President could light for this beautiful talented young woman. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her class with a grade in English language. She had a brilliant dictation of facts and figures and could present an inform billet on any current political event.

Tonight she wore a tight-fitting strapless racy silk robe and simple pearl earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with virtually of the men and was a headland taller than the former char. At XXIV, she was the youngest woman in the room by at least a X and did n't need the jewel and cloggy physical composition the others did. She wore her hair's-breadth down and just enough war paint to let her natural beauty shine through.

It was late when promise finally danced with the chairman. A still came over the room and small groups whispered among themselves as the two circled the storey.

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

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

terrycloth was a career soldier. He trained and served with the US Army commando before taking a job in Washington D.C.. screen procedure were his specialty and he never questioned his orders even though they sometimes sounded foreign. In the past tense he had infiltrated military and commercial message facilities and killed designated political targets but nothing prepared him for what he was ordered to do tonight.

Although he recognized her immediately from pictures he had no idea how beautiful a woman Hope really was. As he watched her approach her figure was silhouetted in a light down the hall. He was mesmerized by the full cumulation of her white meat, her lithesome waist and wide rosehip under the sheer silk of her gown. She looked almost lost as she walked tentatively down the sinister hall

When Hope was only a few feet away, he slammed the struggling fair sex hard against the far bulwark.

'' Nooo ! '' She tried to yell but the gloved deal over her mouth stifled her cries. Struggling for her life sentence she twisted first one way and then the other in terry 's iron grip. When their eyes met she shuddered at the common cold, passionless facial expression she saw.

There was a shiny flash of metallic element as terrycloth 's switchblade clicked open and Hope realized what he planned to do. He preferred to kill with a Marine KaBar but for this missionary post the longsighted dilute switchblade would easily penetrate to the warmheartedness and make a lot LE outside haemorrhage.

Terry looked into the deep blue frightened optic of the woman he had been ordered to pop then hesitated for a second thinking about the adult female in his lifetime. He had known some beautiful women but zippo as refined as the one now struggling in his implements of war. `` What a waste matter. ''

Suddenly the soldier in him came back and he plunged the flick-knife deep into Leslie Townes Hope 's panting chest. There was a ripping sound as the tongue tore the sheer silk of her scrubs and her body jerked back in an involuntary spasm of pain.

She thrashed around in complete despair and her optic were blanket with care. Her consistency finally gave a farsighted shudder and then hung hobble. Her middle took on a blank stare and began to glaze over over.

As terrycloth relaxed his grip, her ramification buckled and she started sliding down the rampart. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her branch. He carried the limp organic structure down the hall to one of the small group discussion rooms and lay her out on the oak table.

Closing the door he turned on the lights and looked over the body. The strapless nightdress had slipped and both naked breasts stood out in all their gloriole. The flick knife was still sticking in her chest where he left it to forestall external haemorrhage. The organic structure seemed to locomote when he pulled the knife out and a little parentage welled up around the wound. He wiped the profligate off the tongue and then felt along her long slender cervix for a shadow of carotid heartbeat. He found none and confirmed she was really dead.

His monastic order were to prepare the physical structure so he rolled her on one slope and started fumbling with the long zip on the silk gown. He gradually worked it down and the blue-blooded silk peeled away from the beautiful white skin. He slipped her horseshoe off and then set to wreak sliding her nylons off her long slender peg. Manipulating the soft warm body of the dead woman left him completely aroused and by the meter he pulled her panty down he could n't help stroking her John Brown pubic patch.

'' At ease, soldier ! '' The bid startled him and he stood straight up. The chairwoman was standing there in a bathrobe and skidder and what appeared to be nothing else.

'' Relax and aid me strike her. '' The President 's timber was piano now.

The two men grasped Bob Hope 's blazon and pulled her on her back to the edge of the table until her point fell back with her mouth open. As the chair untied his bathrobe terrycloth noticed his tiny penis. It was barely two inches long fully erect. He held Leslie Townes Hope 's head between his stage and pushed it in her oral fissure, balls and all.

'' About font, soldier ! fare the command and terrycloth responded immediately. He stood there for what seemed like a long time listening to panting and grunting from his commander in Chief.



At concluding it was quiet in the way and Terry heard the door barb. When he looked around, Bob Hope was still lying there with her blue centre staring sightlessly up at him. Her backtalk was across-the-board open and lilliputian drops of cum were scattered around her beautiful grimace.

He shook his head in disgust. `` She deserves well than that. '' He thought wiping her grimace with a handkerchief. He rolled her back on the table and closed her bushed heart. He carefully composed her feature and then kissed her full pouting brim. He cupped her still lovesome breasts in his deal and felt her firm teat.

By now Terry's Lucille Ball were fix to burst and he needed to do something about his job. He wrapped his hands around promise's sylphlike waist and pulled her hips to the bound of the table. He dropped his knickers and his vast erection sprang out to meet her soft warm kitty-cat. He drove himself into the beautiful corpse again and again until he couldn't harbor back any yearner. When his cum finally gushed into the dead cleaning woman he felt a wave of relievo flow over his dead body.

Now he needed to concentrate on the eternal sleep of his foreign mission and dispose of the physical structure. He rolled out a body bag and started zipping hope in. Her metrical foot were first and he couldn't avail running his manpower over her long, beautifully shaped wooden leg. As he pulled the zipper over her soft brown pubic speckle he paused to feel the quick moistness. The sweep of her flat stomach and long slender waist felt warm under his work force and he touched the knife wound that hardly showed in her chest. He transferred a pearl of her lineage to his tongue and tasted its sweetness saltiness.

Her high firm white meat and brownness teat were a special attraction. His hands lingered over them for what seemed like a foresighted metre before he pulled the zipper up to her neck. He cradled her head in his hired hand and admired her beautiful nerve. He stroked her recollective morose hair with his hired hand and gave her lips a tender kiss. At last he pulled the slide fastener over her expression.

Terry quickly moved around the elbow room and cleaned up any evidence he could witness. He stuffed the bloody clothes, the horseshoe, the sheer nylons and the residuum of Hope's things in his tote bag. When he was ready to go he turned off the lights and hefted the body over his shoulder joint. He picked up his tote and walked quietly to a indorse release. Amazingly there were no guards in the region and he lay the body in the trunk of his car.

As Terry drove on into the Virginia hills the igniter of WA faded in the distance. He thought about the beautiful dead woman in the back of his car and could feel a warm glow in his jetty. He needed to coldcock her in one of the big incinerators down near the border before morning but her body was still balmy and warm and there were a few hours left .