I couldn't believe my luck. 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 hit with a trailer. Both the guards were dead but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my cuff with the key from one of the dead safety and quickly ran away from the vista of the fortuity, taking a tazer from one of the beat pig. It was already darkness so no one saw me. I was rid !

Now the solely matter on my mind was to find some hot woman, vote down her, have sex with her corpse and then use wee up to her face. I also wanted to depart my next victim dressed in something a small special as Christmas Day was approaching. I broke into shop, procured some clothes, money and a Father Christmas costume, staring with a huge red sack which I filled with cardboard and box seat. I was soon ready to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Santa costume and started to lurch the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Eve. My leak was on all the newspaper publisher and TV channels urging Young charwoman to be deliberate. After walking around for the whole morn and afternoon, spotting lots of electric 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 aphrodisiac black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. well-nigh importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly defect street on the boundary of town. Looks like Victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a recess into a narrow skittle alley, probably a poor cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a ready glance around to make sure no one else was around, I closed up the cobbler's last few yards to her. At the last moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprisal but it was too belated for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a yearn hard one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my arms as her somewhat middle rolled back and her lid fluttered close-fitting. I quickly stuffed her into my Father Christmas sack, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and light body over my shoulder. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass bridgework 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 wanted cargo. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted area under the overpass. I opened the sac and pulled my unconscious mind companion out from it, laying her on the footing. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy physical structure. She started to shake up 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 belted ammunition and rolled down her skirt and total darkness panty, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly damp interior for a while, I took off my pants and thrust into her with zip kissing and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After month in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with stock and my drop seed. I decided to groom her up in something festive for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Santa's helper dress from the store the day before and I thought it would look secure on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her hobble body, slipping the short, aphrodisiacal clothes over her dead body. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was time to say goodbye to her. I decided to defeat her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a plastic bag from my sack and put it over her head teacher, 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 dig and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the absolved bag around her head for a few minutes more just to be sure, all the while admiring her blueing brass and backtalk. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching black leather boot onto her feet and put a Santa cap over her head word. She looked really precious. I could not help it but rolled up her apparel and violating her cooling consistence once again. This prison term, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and inclose my phallus into her mouth before erupting. The Brobdingnagian load of cum that spurted into her mouth splattered her font and some of it shot into her olfactory organ and dribbled out from her nostrils like a stream of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the ejaculate from her typeface and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the final step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose unhorse green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a swarthy pink blusher. A bright red lipstick completed the gay spirit and I left my aphrodisiac dead Santa's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a cover girl present for the cleaners tomorrow .