Maha Alexandrovna Peskovic 

 
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Maha Myers. I am 38 years old, married 
to Sam Myers, 41 years old and the mother of two wonderful daughters, Nana 20 
years old and Pilar, 18 years old. My family and I live in the beautiful town of Flatbush, 
Georgia. So much for our official "appearance" to the outside world.


My name is actually Maha Alexandrovna Peskovic. I am married to Samjon Boris
Peskovic. We - my husband and I - are agents of the Russian foreign
intelligence service who were born in America and are on duty there. We are
information gatherers licensed to seduce, torture and kill. Our daughters -
just like Sam and I - were born in America. But just like us, they love
Mothers Russia - and my husband and I incorporate them into the family
tradition.

Sam and I are happily married. But it is sometimes necessary - both for him
and for me - that we have to have sexual intercourse with other people for
reasons relating to our assignments. It's just for the fulfillment of the
order. Sometimes, however, I have the impression that Sam is too enthusiastic
about his tasks.

I am told that I have an insane body and that I would drive all men crazy with
it. Hand on heart - I really look extremely hot. And this great look is not
exactly a disadvantage when it comes to fulfilling my assignments.

I would be lying if I said that sometimes I don't have fun when I seduce a man
as part of my assignment. However, I couldn't have foreseen that one of these
jobs would in retrospect lead to the extinction of my family. Otherwise I
would have completed this assignment differently.

We received the order to obtain a sample of the US Army's newest handgun. Our
informants (Michael and his wife) let us know that some selected units would
receive samples of the new weapon for testing before delivery to all bases.
And - surprise, surprise - one of these locations was in the immediate
vicinity of our home.

Thanks to a very close and extensive network of informants, it was possible to
determine very quickly which people were deployed in the armory of the unit in
question. Background information about these male soldiers enabled me to find
a suitable candidate very quickly. I decided on a very young soldier who was
still single and, according to our informants, neither lived in a committed
relationship nor obviously had a girlfriend. I have no problem seducing
married male men - but since it was clear from the start that the candidate
would not survive the encounter with me, I prefer the victim not to be a
family man and married.

Jerome Phillips - my next victim - was a 19 year old soldier with African
American ancestry. I was amazed to read that he was a member of our city
library and was a regular guest there. Apparently an inquisitive young man.
Our information did not indicate that he was a regular party-goer or had any
particular inclinations. Well, I had never visited our Flatbush City Library
before - time to change that.

Flatbush is a city of just over 40,000 residents. The next day I drove to the
city library to get an overview of the place where I wanted to make the first
contact. My daughter Pilar - the family computer nerd - had meanwhile managed
to break into the computer system of the city library and give me an overview
of his reading behavior. So - he was apparently a fan of Jane Austen, Lee
Child, Clive Cussler, Donna Leon, as well as Agatha Christie. Romance and
thriller / crime - a very interesting mixture. He also often borrowed
non-fiction books on weapons and politics and - I was very surprised -
illustrated books on art! Based on Pilar's research, a picture of when Jerome
was visiting the city library could be seen.

When I went to the city library - modestly dressed - I had a writing pad and
pens with me to take notes. Two art books and one each by Jane Austen and
Clive Cussler were in my place, next to them an open book on modern handguns.
I took notes and hope that Jerome would still come. Bingo - I saw him enter
the reading room half an hour later and headed for a shelf with art books.
Since I knew his "preferences" in this regard and also the previous loans, I
"suspected" picked out two illustrated books that would probably be of
interest to him.

I was now sitting in the immediate vicinity of the bookcase. I could see from
the corner of my eye that he was looking at me as I walked by. I knew my
effect on men - I look extremely hot. So far I had cast a spell over every
male victim. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are wax in my hands.

Apparently I had picked out the right picture books because his gaze slid from
the shelf to my table. "Hello, art lover? Have I just chosen the illustrated
books that you are interested in? "I asked him with a blink of an eye, from
which my" naked "greed spoke. "Also hello, yes, I was also interested in these
volumes. But as Michael Gorbachev said, "whoever comes to punishes life" - but
that doesn't make the world go under, "he replied, looking interested. He
seemed to like what he saw - and what I could understand, of course. He let
his gaze slide over the other books in my place "a very interesting selection
that you have here. Jane Austen and a textbook on modern handguns. And Clive
Cussler is also represented. Your interests are widely spread ". My plan
worked - the fish was just approaching the bait.

I pointed with my hand to the chair opposite me "please take a seat - there
seem to be overlaps in our interests" and sent him a smile. He sat down across
from me and it was obvious - he liked what he saw. How would he react if I
wear less clothes on my body? Is it true what they say about the cock size of
male African Americans? I'll have to find out for myself. I push the two art
books over to him with my hand "so that they didn't come for nothing" I
whisper in a very warm voice and my tongue briefly runs over my upper lip.

Bingo again - the fish (Jerome) is hanging on my bait. I wouldn't be surprised
if an erection is building up in his pants. But I won't look under the table -
that would be a bit noticeable. Should I inappropriately drop something off
the table? No - that would be even more noticeable. And so a nice conversation
about "common" interests develops. The textbook on hand weapons aroused his
interest - actually more my interest in this subject. I identify myself as a
"handgun fetishist" and a member of the NRA. "Every woman should be trained in
the use of handguns. As a woman, you can never be too careful. Especially when
you are single like me, "I shoot the next bait.

"I can't believe that a woman as beautiful as she doesn't have ten admirers on
each finger," he says excitedly. "I'm a widow - there is no shortage of
admirers - but the level and common interests have to be right. Men who are
opposed to guns have no chance at all that I even continue to deal with them,
"I admit. And it comes just as I expected. "That is a clear message -
unmistakable! May I hope that you will continue to talk to me? I'm in the army
and work in the armory at my base there. So in the area of "�"�small calibers
- pistols, rifles, submachine guns and machine guns, "he says proudly. He must
be totally awesome - normally you don't give such information to complete
strangers - even if they are extremely good-looking like me. "I have several
acquaintances who are in the military. For me, members of the military are the
true patriots of our country. One of my friends told me that the army now
wants to try out a new handgun which is supposed to mean a "jump in light" in
the area of "�"�pistols. To be able to see such a weapon - to be able to touch
it and maybe even to shoot it - that would be like Independence Day, Christmas
and the New Year all in one! "I giggle shyly" Please excuse my outburst. And I
haven't even introduced myself. Maha Myers, pleasant. "

He's a gentleman - he gets up, bows, "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Myers, my
name is Jerome Phillips" and extends his hand to me. I reply to his greeting
"You have piqued my interest Jerome - I would very much like to talk to you"
and lick my upper lip again with my tongue. So if he doesn't get an erection
now then I don't want to be called Maha Alexandrovna Peskovic anymore! "Mr.
Phillips - I would like to invite you to visit me at my home. I hope you don't
keep me too pushy now "and I hope I blush at these words. His eyes widen and
he breathes faster. "Very much Ms. Myers, it would be a pleasure to talk to
you. You seem to be a very interesting woman. "How interesting I actually am -
and how deadly - you will soon find out. "If you give me your phone number I
will call you and we will make an appointment for a meeting with me," I say in
a velvety voice. Am I imagining it or does a light film of sweat form on his
forehead? Jerome writes his phone number on a piece of paper and hands it to
me. "I'm really looking forward to meeting Ms. Myers," he says with a
trembling voice. Now that he is standing in front of the table I can see the
bulge in his pants very clearly "I believe that without looking - may I
address you by your first name?" He nods happily. "Then you have to call me
Maha too," I wink at him. "Very happy Maha - I'm looking forward to our
meeting". I put my things together, get up. Old-school gentleman, he offers me
his hand and bows. I leave the reading room of the city library with a smile.
I feel his eyes and move my bottom discreetly.

"You look so happy, my darling - everything went as planned" asks my husband
Sam when I get home. "Better than expected. Since I live alone as a widow I
will meet him here on Saturday and work on him so far that he will bring the
weapon at the next meeting, "I reply dryly. "So you will fuck his mind out of
his body and make him dependent on you" blasphemes Sam. I can't hold this
remark against him - because he's right.

It is clear that preparations have to be made for the coming weekend. I inform
my daughters that they have to lock their rooms on the first floor of our
house and hide all indications of their presence in the house (pictures and
other things) in their rooms. This is not surprising for Nana and Pilar, such
actions have already happened - the preparations are well established and done
relatively quickly. Sam is going to visit my parents with our daughters over
the weekend. They love their granddaughters and both like to tell stories
about mother Russia and their own missions as "sleepers" in enemy territory. I
don't have to listen to this - for which I am grateful. Always the same
stories and each time a little more embellished.

On Friday at noon, my daughters and my husband leave to see my parents. I make
a final walk through the house to check that we have not missed anything that
indicates the presence of other people in the house. Perfect - as an outside
person, the impression must be created that only one person lives here. A
picture of my "deceased husband" and a picture I shared with him and me are on
the mantelpiece in the living room. Then nothing!

I'll call Jerome's cell number. He takes the call on the third ring. "Hello
Jerome - this is Maha. How about your time today. I can hardly wait to talk to
you ". Whether that was too clear - he would have to be very simple-minded if
he didn't read between the lines what it was all about. The answer comes like
a shot from the pistol: "I am off duty tonight and the next two days and
nothing is planned" I hear from the receiver. "Then I would pick you up in
front of the city library around 8 p.m. Is that ok for you? I'm really looking
forward to meeting you ". "Then until 8 p.m. Maha".

I smile contentedly. Today I wouldn't face Jerome so modestly. Black underwear
and silk stockings, over them an airy summer dress that actually reveals more
than it conceals, and applying a bright red lipstick doesn't take long. I
drive off with my Mercedes convertible two hours before our scheduled meeting
and park the car on a side street. Then I go to the roof of a nearby building
and use binoculars to check the area. Safety first. Better to be over-cautious
than run into your own ruin. In the meantime I change my location. I can't
find anything suspicious. Just in case, I carry a suicide pill in my bra. In
the unlikely event of the fall and I should run into a trap, the enemies of
Russia should not be allowed to triumph! I do not discover any abnormalities!

Shortly before 8:00 p.m. I go to my Mercedes and drive through some side
streets before stopping in front of the Flatbush city library at 8:00 p.m.
punctually. Jerome is already on the side of the road looking for me. I stop
in front of him and give the sign to get in with a wave of my hand. As soon as
he's seated and buckled up, I'm already driving off. It can be seen clearly
that he is very pleased to see me. Since I drive a switch car, my dress slips
up a bit when shifting gears and allows an unobstructed view of my silk
stockings and suspenders. I can clearly hear him breathing heavily. "Do you
like what you see Jerome? So I really like what I see "and looked at his
crotch. His excitement is obvious. My young victim is visibly baffled by my
"allusion". And again I shift up a gear and the dress slides a little higher.
"I want to sleep with you Maha" suddenly breaks - without warning, "when I saw
you sitting at the table in the city library, I felt this irrepressible
desire," he gasps. I laugh at "My dear Jerome - you have no idea how happy I
am about your frank words. I take that as a compliment - and I was fascinated
by the sight of you from the first moment. I haven't had anything with an
African American man before. How old are you, my dear? ". "Nineteen years old,
but I'll be twenty next month," he tells me. You will definitely not live to
see your twentieth birthday, I guess to myself. But a preferred birthday
present - you will definitely get that from me.

We reach the family home. Our house stands apart from the other houses in the
street. The next house is about 150 meters away. And this house is currently
not inhabited. The next inhabited house is approx. 300 meters away. Handy for
tonight as well as for the last meeting for Jerome with me. I drive the car
behind the house. Our garage is located there. Next to the garage is a storage
shed - in which there is a container that Jerome will "get to know". After we
got out and entered the house, Jerome grabs my upper arms, presses my body
against the wall, presses his body against mine so that I can feel his
excitement and kisses me passionately. "Are you that passionate about your
girlfriend as soon as you're alone?" I ask as his mouth separates from mine.
"I" he stutters "I have no girlfriend". I smile at him "then I don't have to
worry about the feelings of another woman", take his hand and pull in the
direction of our bedroom. This room is soundproof, the windows have additional
noise insulation. What happens in this room does not penetrate outside. This
is very useful - especially when screams of pain are ringing through the house
- in this particular case - in the bedroom. And believe me - men can scream
very loudly, regardless of whether they are screaming pleasure or pain.

Jerome is breathing heavily - I can understand that. I let the dress slide off
my shoulders - and I have the feeling that his eyes are about to fall out of
his head! I sit on a chair in front of the bed and spread my thighs. "Take off
your clothes - very slowly" I ask him. But he is so heated that he quickly
tears his clothes off his body. After they lie on the floor, I have an
unobstructed view of his naked body. Now it's hard for me to breathe loudly.
Jerome's body is flawless - not an ounce of fat too much and a six-pack that
suggests regular exercise. And his tail is definitely bigger than Sam's penis.
And Jerome's genitals are not even fully erect! The water in my mouth runs
down. "My dear Mr. Choral Society - you have an enormous beating between your
legs" I gasp excitedly - and that's not even played - I'm really very excited.
Not that the impression arises that as a married woman I like to fuck around
with other men. But if the mission for the good of Mother Russia requires it,
I have no qualms. And in this special case - as far as my sexual needs are
concerned - I will probably get my money's worth.

"Jerome - please pull your foreskin very slowly over your glans" I say with a
lot of honey in my voice. When he has pulled his foreskin back, his glans
glans are exposed. "Woooooooooooooooooh" is the only thing I can bring out. I
get up, step in front of him, put my right hand on his shoulder and with my
left hand grab the throbbing piece of flesh between his legs.
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" he gasps excitedly and his cock immediately begins to
grow in my hand. I notice that his arousal is extreme. My left hand only
slides back and forth a few times. His breathing speeds up - and then he
explodes. Apparently his testicles were full of semen. A gush of his hot semen
shoots three times and splashes on my stomach and left thigh. Jerome rolled
his eyes and sighed loudly. Now go on the attack - I kneel in front of him and
start licking the semen that was left on his penis. Then my mouth feeds on his
testicle. I lift his cock and lick his testicles. He moans a lot - with an
older man I would now fear that he would have a heart attack - but with this
young stallion it is clearly pure lust. His testicles are also bigger than
Sam's testicles. I put one of his testicles in my mouth and suck on it. It's
hard to believe - some semen is running down from its glans. Didn't I lick it
clean enough or did my testicular treatment still "promote" a bit of semen?

When I get up I see that my young stallion is trembling and I notice beads of
sweat on his forehead. "Lie down with your back and look to me," I order him.
Jerome lies down in and places his young wiry body so he has an unobstructed
view of me. His legs stick out over the end of the bed. I stand in front of
the end of the bed, remove the suspenders from my silk stockings, bend over
and take off my panties. Jerome sits up in bed, grabs my ass and pulls me
over. He presses his face against my hairy pubic triangle. Is he sobbing? Is
he crying? His upper body is shaking - I run my hands over his close-shaven
head. Then I notice how his tongue glides over my pubic hair. And on to my
labia. "Lick your semen from my stomach and my thighs - so you know how I
tasted it," I cheer him on. He looked at me with big eyes, then his tongue
wandered first to my thigh, then to my stomach to lick off his semen. When
he's done, I grab his head and pull it up to me. My lips on his lips, my
tongue in his mouth. I suck the semen he licked out of his mouth and swallow
it. Then I push him back onto the bed with both hands.

With a quick wave of the hand I undo the fastener on my bra and let it slide
to the floor. The sight of my beautiful big breasts makes him groan loudly
again, "I think I'm in heaven. If I died now I would have died the happiest
man on earth, "he gasps. "Something that you don't even say in jest - death is
no fun," I reply seriously. That you will die through me is certain - and you
will not be happy with it. But before that you will slide through different
levels of ecstasy. So enjoy every remaining minute of your life - it goes
through my head. Only wearing a girdle and silk stockings, I kneel in front of
the bed. My right hand grabs his testicles and I start massaging them. After a
short time I notice how his cock is getting hard again. Jerome purrs all the
time like a kitten being petted. When his member is rock hard again, I slide a
little higher and turn 180 degrees. Then I position my vagina level with his
face. He grabs my ass with both hands and pulls it directly onto his face.
Then he starts to lick my labia with his tongue. I, however, open my mouth and
let his large glans penetrate my throat. My tongue circles her, licks her and
sucks on her. Then I carefully bite the glans - Jerome groans loudly. Then he
intensifies his tongue play - he penetrates my vagina with her. Just his
licking my labia has already chased pleasant shivers of pleasure through my
body - but when he now penetrates a hurricane of pleasure builds up in me
"yes, yes, yes, don't listen Jerome - I'll be right next" it breaks out me
out. And in the next moment the time has come - an extreme orgasm floods my
body. Apparently, my work on the testicles and penis was not from bad parents
either - because when I want to turn back to his genitals, the next load of
hot semen is squirting out of his glans - and directly into my face. "You are
so extremely horny Maha" he moans after his orgasm again. "I can only return
the compliment to you Jerome. You lick fantastic "I say without pretending. I
almost suspect that Jerome has never had sexual intercourse - but of course I
can't ask him that.

I think I'm too worried about things like that. When we are both lying next to
each other in bed, exhausted from our first "slugfest", Jerome rolls over on
his side, supports his head with his right hand and looks at me tenderly.
"Maha - I can't thank you enough. Maybe you don't believe it - but you are the
first woman I got intimate with. So far, if at all, I've only kissed women,
petted them as much as possible, but nothing more than that. Call me uptight -
I love the sight of women, but I was just too shy to take the initiative.
Thank you for taking my shyness in the city library. I myself would not have
had the courage to speak to you ". Tears run down his face at his words. This
young man has courage - it is certainly not easy for a young man to speak so
openly about his feelings. I lean over to him and kiss his tears away with my
lips. Then our mouths meet, our tongues penetrate the oral cavity of the
opposite and begin a wild dance there. His hand grabs my chest and he twirls
my left nipple, which is already hard. A pleasant shower runs through my body.
Actually, it is a shame to kill such a potent, honest and open man - but due
to the nature of the assignment, this cannot be avoided. But until then - that
is, until we have the pattern of the new handgun - it will sexually slide from
one climax to the next. He will not forget these moments for the rest of his
short life.

After our mouths and tongues have fought hard, his face slides to my breasts.
First he lets his tongue slide over my areolas, then he alternately takes my
left and right nipples into his mouth and sucks intensely like a baby on his
mother's breast. I feel a feeling of pleasure in the area of "�"�my breasts
that I last felt when suckling my daughters. Sam also licks and sucks my
nipples - but not so tenderly and intensely. With Jerome I feel that he is
slowly groping his way. Just not in too much of a hurry, just not too hard.
Speaking of hard - his tail is starting to stiffen again and bobbing from left
to right and vice versa. A sight that I enjoy very much. My hand slides to his
member and embraces it. How will it be when he introduces his splendid beating
into me? Hand on heart - I've never had such a big cock in me. Should I be
scared? Maybe if he wants to fuck me in my anus! But one by one. I enjoy the
feeling of the pulsating piece of meat in my hand. The knowledge that I can
make him sing or scream by exerting pressure on his member gives me additional
satisfaction.

After the young man has carefully devoted his attention to my breasts, I press
them on the bed with both hands. Then I get upright on the bed and stand
exactly over the genital area. His tail bobs excitedly from left to right and
vice versa. I send my body so far that my vagina is only a few centimeters
from his glans. With my right hand I grab his cock and lower my abdomen as far
as his glans touches my labia. Then I lower my abdomen very slowly and insert
his member into my vagina. Such a huge piece of meat has never penetrated me
before and I proceed carefully. I manage to take in his big cock completely.
"Leave the movements to me - I have to get used to your splendid latte first,"
I gasp. Then I begin to move slowly - but probably too much for him - his
abdomen begins to move rhythmically and his glans hits my vaginal wall. His
hands grab my breasts. and start caressing them. I increase the speed of my
movements - and he also increases the speed of his thrusts. Beads of sweat
form on his forehead. We gasp almost in unison. I feel like I'm slowly but
surely heading for another orgasm. I grab his head with my hands and pull it
between my breasts. Its impact speed continues to increase. His hands are
clasped behind my back and we are both storming towards our next orgasm.
Almost at the same time - while waves of pleasure flood my body - Jerome also
climaxes. I notice how his semen makes its way into my body with all its
might.

I slide his head and upper body - glistening with sweat - back onto the bed. I
too sweat - the sweat of lust. It should be safe - this young man is totally
addicted to wax in my hands. What a loss for all the other women he will no
longer please - because I will kill him as soon as I have the gun in my hand.
But he has so far satisfied me so well that it will probably amount to a quick
painless death. "You told me about the new handgun at our first meeting and
that you would like to hold it in your hands," he tells me with shining eyes.
"Today we received a sample for testing purposes - and it will be tested from
Monday. I brought it for you today. Are you happy?". I catch my breath - can
there really be so much luck (for me) and so much bad luck (for him)? I open
my eyes in astonishment and look at him in disbelief "Did you really do that
for me, my darling? Aren't you getting in trouble about it? "I ask him
apparently worried (while inside I'm extremely pleased). "As long as the gun
is back in the armory on Monday when duty starts, I won't have a problem. And
you probably won't shoot me with it. Because when I'm dead I don't have any
more problems, "he laughs. His statement makes all my plans look old. Now it's
time to improvise - but that's one of my specialties.

I briefly think back to the murder of a Pentagon employee that I carried out
two years ago. I was with the man in his apartment when suddenly two police
officers were standing in front of his front door. I was in his bedroom. The
police wanted to pick him up for an interrogation. He just wanted to get a
jacket from the bedroom where the police officers let him go. When he had
closed the bedroom door behind him, I strangled him with a garrotte in a flash
and left the bedroom through the window. The policemen hadn't noticed any of
this.

"Should I get the gun? I have them in my backpack out in the hallway. "Asks
Jerome excitedly. Now just don't react too euphorically, I still think to
myself "I just find it so comfortable here in bed. The gun won't run away -
but thank you for bringing this surprise for me. When you are ready again I
would like to have another shot from your pistol "and slide my hand over his
upper body down to his currently limp - but still large penis - and on to his
testicles. There's nothing like an old-fashioned testicular massage to get
limp limbs hard again. Jerome closes his eyes and begins to purr, contentedly,
like a kitten. He lies there completely relaxed and unsuspecting. I could
smash his larynx with one blow now and have him suffocate on my marriage bed.
But this young body has given me so much joy so far that I think it still
deserves some fun before it steps in front of its creator.

My head bends over his chest and I start licking his nipples, which
automatically harden. The gentle purring of the kitten immediately turns into
a strong gasp. To distract me, I press the left testicle a little tighter,
which resulted in a short cry of pain on his part. His hand slides over my
ass, down between the buttocks to my labia. He begins to rub it gently at
first, but then harder. I feel like a cat in heat - because now I'm purring.
And I notice that I'm getting wet again. My vagina presses against his hand.
"I want you inside" I cheer him on and he immediately inserts two fingers into
my vagina. First slowly and then faster and faster he moves it back and forth.
"This horny little devil" I think to myself while I notice that the next
orgasm is rolling. When I climax I bite his neck in ecstasy. Again he cries
out "you little devil - are you ready to bring joy to me pain?" I nodded, "my
little love machine - I'll make you scream until your vocal cords fail. Your
cries of pleasure will ring through the whole house. Are you ready to cross
certain limits - do you trust me? ". He nods excitedly "I give myself
completely into your hands. Do whatever you want with me, "he gushes out. Now
he has officially signed his death warrant.

I get up from the bed and go to a bedside cabinet that is next to the bedroom
door. I lean over and open one of the drawers. I look at Jerome who is lying
on the bed expectantly. The drawer is the "toy" collection from Sam and me.
Very special "toys" - only for adults! Leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs,
leather gloves, gagballs and also transparent plastic bags - big enough to be
pulled over your head.

His eyes widen as I feed myself to the bed with the mentioned utensils. I have
decided to kill him bloodlessly. If I should go to work with the knife or the
garrote it would be very bloody - and very painful for him. Not that I had any
problems with that - did I mention that I really like it when men scream in
pain? Joking aside, I see it from the housewife's point of view. Blood spoils
the bed linen, the bed mattress may have to be replaced and the wooden floor
is also sensitive. Well, the bed linen has to be washed either way. I put the
"toy" on the bed between his outstretched legs. Why does Jerome suddenly find
it difficult to breathe? Does he have any idea what to expect? I suspect it is
more his horniness and the hope of another playful game with the result of
another orgasm for him. I can already promise him the point with the orgasm.
However, this will be the last one in his life.

"My dear Jerome - I would like to have a very special game with you now. You
are completely at my mercy. Do you trust me with your life? "I ask him in a
calm voice, although I already know his answer. "Maha - I am placing myself in
your hands and entrusting my life to you," he replies happily. His thinking is
completely illogical from our sexual activities in the last few hours - so his
tail has finally taken over the thinking. "I will now tie your feet and hands
to the bed. Then I'll pull the plastic bag over your head. Breathing will be
difficult for you - but believe me your gain in pleasure will be extreme. It
is said that the feeling of orgasm multiplies. And don't worry - I'll take
care that you don't die under my hands, "I lie to him without remorse. But
even if I had told him that I would kill him - as excited as he is, this
statement would not have got through to him. He just nods excitedly and his
face shines with anticipation!

I first grab the shackles and put them on him. Tightly - so that his freedom
of movement is severely restricted. Then I grab the left handcuff and go to
his left arm. When I bend down to put on the handcuffs, he lifts his head and
kisses my breasts. The same game is repeated on the right side of the bed. I
enjoy his kisses - after all, it's the last time his lips touch my body. When
I stand next to him from the end of the bed with the plastic bag, his enormous
beating is upright again like a one and rocking back and forth. "I'm going to
pull the plastic bag over your head now. Breathe very slowly and calmly and
don't panic. I'm with you and I can intervene at any time, "I reassure Jerome.
When I pulled the plastic bag over his head, he was breathing very slowly. I
grab his cock and start jerking him off. His breathing is faster and the
plastic bag is tightening more and more around his head. I jerk him off faster
- and he seems to panic slowly at first - then faster. I can see through the
plastic bag that his face is contorted with panic and he tries in vain to say
something. His body begins to rear up - but thanks to the tight handcuffs and
ankle cuffs, his range of motion is very limited. I increase the speed of my
jerking movements and feel that the semen is just before the effusion. His
body rears up one last time and his semen spurts out in high waves.

� I hold his cock in my hand for another five minutes and then check his
pulse. Pulse is no longer detectable. I let go of his member and put down his
seed that has landed on the hand. Virgin semen is delicious. As I pull the
plastic bag off his head, a pained face stares at me. He didn't die easily -
but at least he still had an orgasm. My hand slides down his torso to his
penis. It's not really my style - but I want to keep a lasting memory of this
young wild bull. I go into the kitchen, pull a wax tablecloth and a very large
butcher knife out of the appropriate drawer, and after a detour via the
bathroom, I go back to the bedroom. I drape the wax tablecloth spaciously
under his abdomen, I lay the towels from the bathroom in such a way that they
soak up the blood that is leaking out. Then I grab the knife and separate his
large glans from his tail. You like to call me perverted - I bring his penis
to my mouth and kiss her. I wipe the knife on the towels and bring it into the
kitchen along with the acorn. Acorn in a plastic container with a lid in the
refrigerator, knife in the dishwasher.

I'm still totally electrified. The whole action went better than expected.
Triumphantly I go into the hall, open Jerome's backpack and take out the gun
case. Back in the bedroom, I sit down next to his body and open the container.
The sight of the gun that Jerome died for is breathtaking. Mother Russia will
be proud of us. After a short breath, I pick up my cell phone and call my
husband Sam. Although it is the middle of the night, he takes the call on the
second ring. "Is everything all right with you my darling" he asks and I think
I hear a certain concern in his voice. "Everything is fine - the job is
complete," I reply. "Already?" Comes the call from the receiver. "I'll tell
you in detail when you are here - can you come over now so that we can finally
bring the process to an end?" Since my parents live only an hour and a half
away from us, our daughters can stay with them for the time being. Maybe her
father Sam will surprise her with fresh rolls for breakfast. "I'm on my way" I
hear before he hangs up.

When Sam arrives, I have already showered, dressed and thrown the
blood-smeared towels in the washing machine. After looking at Jerome's corpse,
he remarks dryly "did you actually treat yourself to a souvenir?" "Yes, there
is no snack in between meals in the small plastic jar with the green lid," I
reply dryly. Sam looks at the bed sheets and the sperm stains on them. "Did he
at least give you a sweaty fight?" He chuckles. Then he goes to the storage
shed next to the garage and gets a body bag. We put the young man's body in
the body bag and take it to the storage shed. Inside there is a three hundred
liter stainless steel tank with a flap for filling and a tank nozzle for
adding liquids.

Using an electric pulley system, we bring the body bag into position over the
flap for filling. Sam climbs on the container, first opens the flap, then
carefully opens the body bag and lets Jerome's body slide into the stainless
steel container. Then he closes the flap again. After he has stepped down from
the stainless steel container and we have brought the electric pulley back to
the starting position, we pull both gas masks over our faces. I open the valve
of a sulfuric acid container and the valve to fill the stainless steel
container in which Jerome is lying. The sulfuric acid runs in and quickly
covers the corpse. In case you are wondering what the gas masks are used for -
a pure precautionary measure in the event that a leak occurs. And so nothing
of Jerome Phillips will ever appear again!