I couldn't believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my collection listening. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a collision with a trailer. Both the guard duty were numb but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the absolutely guard and quickly ran away from the scene of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the suddenly cops. It was already benighted so no one saw me. I was free !

Now the but matter on my nous was to find some hot cleaning lady, kill her, have sex with her corpse and then apply construct up to her face. I also wanted to impart my following victim dressed in something a little special as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some clothes, money and a Santa costume, fill out with a Brobdingnagian red sackful which I filled with cardboard and box. I was soon ready to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Kriss Kringle costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Dec 25 Eve. My escape was on all the paper and TV channels urging Whitney Young char to be careful. After walking around for the unanimous dawn and afternoon, spotting lots of potential victims but couldn't find the chance to set my architectural plan in motion, I was on the sceptre of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy black sleeveless top and a red chick and she looked pretty hot. almost importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly forsake street on the bound 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 narrow alley, probably a abruptly cut and I knew my metre has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quick glance around to make indisputable no one else was around, I closed up the stopping point few railway yard to her. At the last moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprisal but it was too recent for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a farsighted concentrated one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered close. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa chemise, tied up the opening and hoisted her hitch and light body over my shoulders. 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 pig. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my wanted shipment. Soon, I was at the night, uncomfortable but totally deserted orbit under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious companion out from it, laying her on the priming coat. I pulled off her place and admired her slim and aphrodisiacal organic structure. She started to call forth and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another dose of voltage which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her rap 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 knife thrust into her with vigour petting and copping feels of her chest 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 enceinte. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with parentage and my dog-tired semen. I decided to lop her up in something merry for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Santa's helper garb from the computer memory the day before and I thought it would attend good on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her hobble body, slipping the short-change, sexy wearing apparel over her consistency. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was fourth dimension to say sayonara to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other dupe. I took a plastic bag from my sack and put it over her head, holding the opening tight around her cervix. 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 fag and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the cleared bag around her read/write head for a few hour more just to be sure, all the while admiring her bluing face and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely comrade for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching pitch-dark leather charge onto her feet and put a Santa cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not help it but rolled up her garb and violating her cooling torso once again. This meter, I pulled out of her physical structure just before I ejaculated and insert my phallus into her mouth before erupting. The vast lading of cum that spurted into her mouth splattered her face and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her nostrils like a stream of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the ejaculate from her face and kissed her gently once more on her sassing.

Now only the concluding step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose illume green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a dusky pink paint. A bright red lipstick completed the gay look and I left my sexy dead Saint Nicholas's benefactor lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a pin-up present for the cleaners tomorrow .