I couldn't believe my destiny. One bit I was in a prison house van returning to prison from my charm sense of hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a hit with a poke. Both the safety were beat 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 fit of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the utterly bull. It was already benighted so no one saw me. I was justify !

Now the only if thing on my mind was to find some hot cleaning woman, kill her, have sex with her corpse and then apply gain up to her facial expression. I also wanted to leave my next dupe dressed in something a piddling peculiar as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some clothes, money and a Santa costume, consummate with a immense red sack which I filled with cardboard and box. I was soon set to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Santa costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Eve. My escape was on all the newspaper publisher and TV channels urging offspring cleaning lady to be careful. After walking around for the wholly dawning and good afternoon, spotting lots of potential victims 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 sexy black sleeveless top and a red doll and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly forsake street on the edge of town. Looks like victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a nail down alley, probably a short-change cut and I knew my clip has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quick glance around to hit certain no one else was around, I closed up the last few yards to her. At the last minute, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too recently for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a longsighted hard one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my weapon system as her passably oculus rolled back and her eyelids fluttered finale. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa sack, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and luminosity trunk over my berm. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass 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 precious cargo. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted 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 soundbox. She started to stir and groan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another Venus's curse of voltage which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black scanty, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist interior for a patch, I took off my bloomers and thrust into her with vigour kissing and copping feels of her knocker 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 peachy. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with descent and my played out seed. I decided to coiffure her up in something festive for Christmas Day. I had stolen a cute petty Santa's helper dress from the store the day before and I thought it would look good on her. I stripped her of her remaining apparel and held up her limp body, slipping the shortly, sexy apparel over her body. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was time to say goodbye to her. I decided to obliterate her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my former victims. I took a moldable bag from my dismission and put it over her head, holding the scuttle 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 clear bag around her heading for a few minute of arc more just to be trusted, all the piece admiring her bluing face and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my pin-up comrade for Christmas.
I slipped on a distich of matching black leather thrill onto her foot and put a Santa cap over her forefront. She looked really precious. I could not help oneself it but rolled up her dress and violating her cooling body once again. This prison term, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and inserted my phallus into her sass before erupting. The huge load of cum that spurted into her rima oris splattered her face and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her anterior naris like a stream of grey mucous secretion. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her case and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the final step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose perch green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a twilit pinko blusher. A burnished red lip rouge completed the festive look and I left my sexy drained Kriss Kringle's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a endearing present for the dry cleaners tomorrow .