I learned her routine well. A neat dresser, she wore tailored suits with skirts a few inches above the knee, collared blouses with a pearl necklace and stockings and heels. I grab my camera and pose Joanna’s corpse in various positions on the bed. My strokes become more forceful and I grab those luscious breasts and squeeze them. The stun gun in my hand did it’s trick and I shoved her into the car and across into the passenger seat. I looked for the place where she was most vulnerable. I see and smell her piss as her bladder dumps it’s contents on the banana, chair and floor. What a sexy piece of ass she was; clad in dark blue suit with sheer nude pantyhose and black heels. Eventually my tongue begins to get sore and I decide I can’t wait any longer to be inside Joanna.
