I couldn't believe my lot. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison house from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a collision with a trailer. Both the guard were abruptly but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the short guard and quickly ran away from the scene of the chance event, taking a tazer from one of the dead copper. It was already dark so no one saw me. I was free !

Now the only thing on my mind was to incur some hot woman, kill her, have sex with her clay and then hold give up to her font. I also wanted to leave my next victim dressed in something a little special as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some wearing apparel, money and a Santa costume, complete with a Brobdingnagian red sack which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon ready to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Father Christmas costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The future day was Dec 25 Eve. My escape was on all the newsprint and TV communication channel urging untried women to be thrifty. After walking around for the whole forenoon and afternoon, spotting wad of likely dupe but couldn't find the opportunity to set my program in motion, I was on the verge of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a aphrodisiac pitch-dark sleeveless top and a red wench and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the border of township. Looks like dupe # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a peg down bowling alley, probably a brusk cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quickly glance around to make for sure no one else was around, I closed up the last few grounds to her. At the concluding second, she turned back and looked a me in surprisal but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her neck opening and zapped her a longsighted hard one. She gave a few tug and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty middle rolled back and her eyelids fluttered end. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa sacking, tied up the chess opening and hoisted her limp and perch eubstance 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 cop. 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 forsake area under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious companion out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy consistency. She started to stir and groan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another dose of potential drop which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist Interior Department for a piece, I took off my pants 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 Virgo but she felt pie-eyed. After month in prison, this felt really with child. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with profligate and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something festal for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Saint Nick's helper dress from the memory the day before and I thought it would look in force on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her hobble organic structure, slipping the short, sexy apparel over her organic structure. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was metre to say goodbye to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victim. I took a plastic bag from my pouch and put it over her head, holding the opening 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 breathing grew travail and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her headway for a few minutes more just to be indisputable, all the spell admiring her bluing typeface and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching smutty leather boots onto her feet and put a Santa Claus cap over her head. She looked really cunning. I could not aid it but rolled up her clothes and violating her cooling body once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and inserted my penis into her mouth before erupting. The huge load of cum that spurted into her oral cavity splattered her face and some of it shot into her wind and dribbled out from her nostril like a stream of greyness mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her back talk.

Now only the final examination step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose faint green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a swart pinko rouge. A bright red lip rouge completed the festive look and I left my aphrodisiacal dead Santa's supporter lyinh beneath the overpass.

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