It was the form of black tie event that is mandatory for the powerfulness elite group in Washington. The embassador to Iran was celebrating a new economic accord and high-level official from the multi-national corporations benefiting most were in attendance. politician who rely on contributions from the big ship's company were working the floor and trying to take credit for the new legislation.

Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the 1000 of diamonds encrusting the cleaning woman in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one nook of the room, tuxedo clad server with whitened gloves circulated silver gray trays of Champagne and caviar. A low circle of Cabinet extremity talked quietly with the President.

A tenacious string of calamitous limousine was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the client list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause as eyes turned to the beautiful young womanhood handing her wrapping to the doorman.

'' Who invited her ? '' a fair sex standing next to the President 's secretaire asked.

'' President Trump added her gens in his own handwriting when he approved the guest leaning. ''

'' I did n't mean pleader were invited to this sort of issue. ''

'' They are n't ''

'' Where 's the first base madam ? ''

'' spine in New York dedicating a new infirmary. ''

'' Do n't you cogitate person would talk ? ''

'' She 's used to it. He 's been cheating for the utmost twenty years. ''

Conversation returned to pattern as promise Hicks joined a group of men and women that she knew.

The President had yearn been known for his injudiciousness and his inner team at the White House made certain nothing leaked out to the insistency. This time it was dissimilar. hope had confessed her intimacy to a friend who had gone world with the entropy. Now the press was having a field of view day and rumors swirled around capital of the United States of possible second impeachment.

It was easy to see how the President could fall for this beautiful talented young cleaning woman. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her class with a degree in side. She had a brainy statement of facts and figures and could demonstrate an informed side on any stream political event.

Tonight she wore a tightly fitting strapless blue silk scrubs and wide-eyed pearl earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with about of the men and was a head taller than the early women. At twenty-four, she was the vernal cleaning woman in the room by at least a 10 and did n't require the jewel and grievous makeup the others did. She wore her hair down and just enough makeup to let her natural beauty effulgence through.

It was former when Hope finally danced with the president. A hush came over the room and minor group whispered among themselves as the two circled the level.

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

'' I love you. adjoin me in the East fender in an minute. '' Came the answer and then the dance was over.

Terry was a calling soldier. He trained and served with the regular army forest fire fighter before taking a job in Washington. Covert functioning were his specialty and he never questioned his guild even though they sometimes sounded strange. In the past he had infiltrated war machine and commercial readiness and killed designated political targets but nothing prepared him for what he was ordered to do tonight.

Although he recognized her immediately from delineation he had no idea how beautiful a char Hope really was. As he watched her approach her figure was silhouetted in a spark down the hall. He was mesmerized by the full heap of her breasts, her slender waist and wide pelvis under the sheer silk of her nightgown. She looked almost lost as she walked tentatively down the wickedness anteroom

When Hope was only a few feet away, he slammed the struggling womanhood hard against the far paries.

'' Nooo ! '' She tried to scream but the gloved deal over her mouth stifled her cries. Struggling for her lifetime she twisted first one way and then the early in terrycloth 's branding iron clutches. When their optic met she shuddered at the cold, passionless look she saw.

There was a undimmed flash of metal as Terry 's switchblade clicked undecided and Hope realized what he planned to do. He preferred to wipe out with a Marine KaBar but for this mission the long thin switchblade would easily penetrate to the fondness and cause a lot less external bleeding.

Terry looked into the abstruse blue frightened middle of the char he had been ordered to bolt down then hesitated for a endorsement thinking about the women in his life. He had known some beautiful cleaning lady but nix as elegant as the one now struggling in his arms. `` What a waste product. ''

Suddenly the soldier in him came back and he plunged the flick knife deep into Hope 's heave chest. There was a ripping sound as the knife tore the sheer silk of her gown and her body jerked back in an unvoluntary muscle spasm of infliction.

She thrashed around in complete desperation and her eyes were blanket with fear. Her body finally gave a foresightful shudder and then hung limp. Her eyes took on a blank stare and began to glaze over.

As Terry relaxed his grip, her branch buckled and she started sliding down the wall. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her leg. He carried the hobble body down the hall to one of the modest conference rooms and lay her out on the oak table.

Closing the room access he turned on the lights and looked over the consistency. The strapless gown had slipped and both naked breasts stood out in all their glory. The switchblade was still sticking in her chest where he left it to preclude external bleeding. The body seemed to move when he pulled the knife out and a minuscule blood welled up around the wounding. He wiped the line off the knife and then felt along her long slender neck for a vestige of carotid pulse. He found none and confirmed she was really utter.

His gild were to get up the body so he rolled her on one face and started fumbling with the tenacious zipper on the silk nightdress. He gradually worked it down and the blue silk peeled away from the beautiful white cutis. He slipped her shoes off and then set to shape sliding her nylon off her long slender legs. Manipulating the mild ardent body of the dead woman left him completely aroused and by the time he pulled her panty down he could n't aid stroking her brown pubic patch.

'' At ease, soldier ! '' The command startled him and he stood straight up. The President was standing there in a bathrobe and slider and what appeared to be nix else.

'' Relax and aid me affect her. '' The chairman 's tone was softer now.

The two men grasped hope 's arms and pulled her on her back to the edge of the table until her point fell back with her sass surface. As the President untied his bathrobe Dame Ellen Terry noticed his tiny penis. It was barely two inch long fully erect. He held Hope 's head between his legs and pushed it in her back talk, balls and all.

'' About face, soldier ! arrive the command and Terry responded immediately. He stood there for what seemed like a long prison term listening to panting and grunting from his commander in honcho.



At last it was tranquillise in the elbow room and Terry heard the room access dig. When he looked around, Hope was still lying there with her downcast eyes staring sightlessly up at him. Her mouth was wide open and tiny dip of cum were scattered around her beautiful face.

He shook his school principal in disgust. `` She deserves respectable than that. '' He thought wiping her face with a hankey. He rolled her back on the table and closed her numb eyes. He carefully composed her feature and then kissed her full phase of the moon pouting brim. He cupped her still warm tit in his bridge player and felt her firm nipples.

By now Dame Alice Ellen Terry's balls were fix to bust and he needed to do something about his trouble. He wrapped his script around Bob Hope's slender waist and pulled her hip to the bound of the table. He dropped his gasp and his immense hard-on sprang out to receive her soft warm pussy. He drove himself into the beautiful corpse again and again until he couldn't prevail back any longer. When his cum finally gushed into the dead woman he felt a wave of relief flow over his body.

Now he needed to concentrate on the eternal sleep of his mission and dispose of the body. He rolled out a body bag and started zipping Hope in. Her feet were first and he couldn't help running his mitt over her long, beautifully molded legs. As he pulled the zip fastener over her soft brown pubic bandage he paused to palpate the strong dampness. The expanse of her vapid stomach and long slender waist felt tender under his hands and he touched the tongue wound that hardly showed in her bureau. He transferred a free fall of her blood to his tongue and tasted its seraphic salt.

Her high business firm breasts and browned nipples were a special attractive force. His manus lingered over them for what seemed like a long time before he pulled the zipper up to her cervix. He cradled her head in his hands and admired her beautiful font. He stroked her long coloured hair with his workforce and gave her lip a attendant buss. At end he pulled the zipper over her face.

Terry quickly moved around the room and cleaned up any evidence he could find. He stuffed the bloody attire, the place, the sheer nylon and the rest of hope's things in his carryall bag. When he was ready to go he turned off the sparkle and hefted the physical structure over his shoulder joint. He picked up his tote and walked quietly to a back exit. Amazingly there were no safeguard in the area and he lay the body in the trunk of his car.

As Terry drove on into the Virginia hills the lights of President Washington faded in the length. He thought about the beautiful dead charwoman in the back of his car and could feel a strong freshness in his groyne. He needed to coldcock her in one of the big incinerators down near the border before dawn but her body was still lenient and warm and there were a few hours left .