It was the kind of black tie case that is mandatory for the power elite in Washington. The ambassador to Iran was celebrating a new economical treaty and upper-level official from the multi-national corporations benefiting most were in attending. Politicians who rely on contributions from the big companies were working the storey and trying to take credit for the new legislation.

Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of baseball diamond encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one street corner of the way, tuxedo clad waiter with white gloves circulated silvery trays of bubbly and caviar. A humble roofy of console member talked quietly with the President of the United States.

A long string of nigrify limo was still pulling up outdoors and passes were being checked against the Edgar Guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause as optic turned to the beautiful Cy Young woman handing her wrap to the porter.

'' Who invited her ? '' a woman standing following to the President 's repository asked.

'' chairwoman trumpet added her public figure in his own hand when he approved the guest listing. ''

'' I did n't call back counselor were invited to this sort of event. ''

'' They are n't ''

'' Where 's the get-go Lady ? ''

'' dorsum in New House of York dedicating a new hospital. ''

'' Do n't you call up person would talk ? ''

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

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

The President had longsighted been known for his peccadillo and his inside team at the E. B. White House made sure nothing leaked out to the insistence. This sentence it was different. Hope had confessed her affair to a Quaker who had gone populace with the information. Now the press was having a playing field day and rumors swirled around capital of the United States of possible 2nd impeachment.

It was prosperous to see how the president could fall for this beautiful talented Young cleaning lady. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her class with a level in English. She had a brilliant command of facts and figures and could present an informed position on any current political event.

Tonight she wore a tight-fitting strapless blue silk nightie and dim-witted off-white earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with most of the men and was a head taller than the other womanhood. At twenty-four, she was the youngest woman in the room by at to the lowest degree a decade and did n't need the jewels and expectant makeup the others did. She wore her hair down and just enough composition to let her natural smasher shine through.

It was tardily when hope finally danced with the prexy. A hush came over the room and small radical whispered among themselves as the two circled the floor.

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

'' I love you. Meet me in the East annex in an time of day. '' Came the reply and then the dancing was over.

Terry was a career soldier. He trained and served with the Army Rangers before taking a job in Washington. Covert surgical process were his metier and he never questioned his rescript even though they sometimes sounded foreign. In the yesteryear he had infiltrated military and commercial facilities and killed specify political targets but nil prepared him for what he was ordered to do tonight.

Although he recognized her immediately from pictures he had no musical theme how beautiful a woman Hope really was. As he watched her approach path her figure was silhouetted in a sparkle down the hall. He was mesmerized by the full mounds of her breasts, her slender waistline and panoptic hips under the sheer silk of her gown. She looked almost lost as she walked tentatively down the sour hall

When promise was only a few feet away, he slammed the struggling woman hard against the far wall.

'' Nooo ! '' She tried to hollo but the gloved hand over her mouth stifled her cries. Struggling for her liveliness she twisted first one way and then the former in Terry 's iron handle. When their heart met she shuddered at the cold, emotionless look she saw.

There was a brightly wink of metal as terrycloth 's flick knife clicked out-of-doors and Hope realized what he planned to do. He preferred to kill with a Marine KaBar but for this mission the long thin switchblade would easily penetrate to the inwardness and cause a lot less international haemorrhage.

Terry looked into the deep blue frightened eyes of the womanhood he had been ordered to kill then hesitated for a endorse thought process about the fair sex in his spirit. He had known some beautiful women but zilch as elegant as the one now struggling in his arms. `` What a waste. ''

Suddenly the soldier in him came back and he plunged the switchblade deep into Hope 's heave chest. There was a ripping sound as the knife tore the sheer silk of her gown and her dead body jerked back in an involuntary spasm of pain in the neck.

She thrashed around in thoroughgoing desperation and her eyes were encompassing with veneration. Her body finally gave a long tingle and then hung limp. Her eyes took on a white stare and began to glaze over.

As Dame Ellen Terry relaxed his grip, her ramification buckled and she started sliding down the wall. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her legs. He carried the hitch consistence down the hall to one of the small conference elbow room and lay her out on the oak table.

closing the door he turned on the lights and looked over the body. 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 prevent external haemorrhage. The physical structure seemed to make a motion when he pulled the knife out and a small blood welled up around the wound. He wiped the blood off the knife and then felt along her long slender neck for a trace of carotid pulse. He found none and confirmed she was really bushed.

His social club were to set up the body so he rolled her on one side and started fumbling with the yearn zipper on the silk night-robe. He gradually worked it down and the depressed silk peeled away from the beautiful white skin. He slipped her brake shoe off and then set to work sliding her rayons off her long slender legs. Manipulating the soft affectionate body of the stagnant adult female left him completely aroused and by the time he pulled her panty down he could n't assist stroking her brown pubic bandage.

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

'' Relax and help me move her. '' The President 's tone was voiced now.

The two men grasped Hope 's arms and pulled her on her back to the edge of the table until her head fell back with her mouth open. As the President untied his bathrobe Dame Alice Ellen Terry noticed his bantam penis. It was barely two inch long fully raise. He held Hope 's head between his leg and pushed it in her mouth, musket ball and all.

'' About side, soldier ! follow the command and terry responded immediately. He stood there for what seemed like a long metre listening to panting and grunting from his air force officer in Chief.



At last it was lull in the room and terry cloth heard the door slam. When he looked around, Hope was still lying there with her blue optic staring sightlessly up at him. Her rima oris was spacious open and tiny drops of cum were scattered around her beautiful expression.

He shook his pass in disgust. `` She deserves better than that. '' He thought wiping her facial expression with a handkerchief. He rolled her back on the table and closed her stagnant centre. He carefully composed her features and then kissed her full-of-the-moon pouting lips. He cupped her still warm breasts in his hands and felt her business firm pap.

By now Terry's balls were ready to bristle and he needed to do something about his problem. He wrapped his hands around Hope's slender waistline and pulled her rosehip to the edge of the tabular array. He dropped his pants and his huge erection sprang out to meet her soft strong pussy. He drove himself into the beautiful corpse again and again until he couldn't moderate back any longer. When his cum finally gushed into the dead woman he felt a wave of assuagement flow over his body.

Now he needed to concentrate on the relaxation of his mission and dispose of the body. He rolled out a body bag and started zipping Hope in. Her understructure were first and he couldn't service running his helping hand over her long, beautifully shaped stage. As he pulled the zipper over her soft brown pubic patch he paused to feel the warm moistness. The expanse of her straight stomach and hanker slender waistline felt warm under his helping hand and he touched the tongue wound that hardly showed in her chest. He transferred a driblet of her blood to his tongue and tasted its mellifluous salt.

Her eminent house chest and Brown University teat were a particular magnet. His hands lingered over them for what seemed like a long meter before he pulled the zip up to her neck. He cradled her head in his hands and admired her beautiful face. He stroked her long saturnine hair with his helping hand and gave her lips a tender kiss. At last he pulled the zipper over her brass.

Dame Ellen Terry quickly moved around the way and cleaned up any grounds he could receive. He stuffed the bloody garb, the skid, the sheer rayon stocking and the eternal rest of Hope's things in his tote bag. When he was ready to go he turned off the lights and hefted the consistence over his shoulder. He picked up his tote and walked quietly to a stake exit. Amazingly there were no safety in the area and he lay the physical structure in the trunk of his car.

As terry drove on into the Virginia hills the lights of Washington faded in the distance. He thought about the beautiful all in woman in the vertebral column of his car and could experience a strong glow in his groin. He needed to ditch her in one of the big incinerators down near the border before daybreak but her body was still soft and warm up and there were a few minute left .