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Hi, Sharon reporting here. My dear eunuch husband Jim actually helps me with some of my job methods. He has such good ideas, and Jim primed me for this assignment. Business has picked up, and I need ideas on how to keep things changing enough that we dont get traced. Usually clients just want an eradication completed however I choose. This client was different. Donald worked in the warehouse of a large firm in San Jose. He apparently had a penchant for sex play, and had twice almost offd himself with asphyxiation games. The guy had taken out the maximum allowed company provided term life insurance. The policy paid double for accidental death, and the warehouse manager was worried about paying out $500K to Dons beneficiary after a whore house accident. So my client wanted it to look like a suicide. The policy did not pay out for suicide. Don worked late sometimes in the warehouse, so thats where I decided to nail him. He frequented a particular escort service according to my client, so I called him after driving down from San Francisco. I promised him an especially good time if he met me on the loading dock that evening. As an especially good customer, you are entitled to a freebie according to Miss Cherry I told him. At 7:00 that night I drove around back to the dock. My name is Holly I introduced myself, but my special friends call me Hangin Holly. I carried a long red nylon rope that I had just bought at Home Depot along highway 101. I had an extra tool in my purse my velvet lined cuffs. Don was really excited by the idea judging from the bulge in his pants. I wore hot pants, short boots, a sexy top and black lace gloves. I looked like a hooker for sure. There are a lot of games we can play. How about we start with the Pussy Poke? I asked him. Well need a couple of chairs I said, so he grabbed two from a desk by the wall, and we headed to the middle of a large open area with an overhead truss. We unraveled the rope and he tossed it over the beam. It was kind of ironic to see him so eagerly thread the object of his own doom around the support and down into my easy reach. Jim had taught me how to tie a hangmans noose, so I looked most professional and at ease as I prepared the rope for Don. Now just step up on this chair and Ill tie the rope at the other end, but not TOO tightly I said cheerfully. He complied right away. I tied the rope to the sturdy frame of a storage rack about 20 feet away, and cinched it up tight enough that Don had to stand on his toes to breathe. I tied the rope securely enough to hold his weight, my gloves still on and being careful not to leave finger prints on the frame. I walked around back in front of him and pulled off my top. His breathing labored a little as the tent in his pants grew. I wriggled out of my hot pants and danced a little for him as I removed my bra & panties. Then I unzipped him and set his cock free, pulling his pants down around his ankles. Finally, I pulled up the second chair and stood on it, my back to him, and bent over. In spite of his precarious position on the chair, he tippie-toed over to engage his cock into my womanhood, and he managed a thrusting motion. He was careful not to fall off the chair or kick it away. However, with each thrust forward, his air was cut off, and he had to pull back. The friction on my clitty was maddening, and we both came pretty fast. Ppplease he whispered hoarsely, I cannot stand like this much longer. The climax had drained him of much of his manly energy. Quite understandable. I grabbed a couple of phone books off the desk and put them on his chair. Donald stepped up upon them, and seemed much relieved to catch his breath and not have to stand on his toes. Want to go for broke? I asked. I have a special blow job that youll never forget, and its reserved for only the BEST customers I cooed. He actually started getting hard again, and he readily agreed. Lets take this over the top and go for a full-fledged suicide scenario I suggested. Let me grab a pad & pencil, and you write me a short note. Just make it up. Anything really. He agreed and wrote a note, short & sweet. I just cannot take the frustration anymore. Goodbye everyone. Finally signed, THE Donald. I think he got a kick out of that THE Donald part. Whatever, it looked good enough. I took a box cutter off the desk and told him to cut the note off the pad as if he was angry just like the note said. He did. That was great. His prints were on the rope, his prints on the pencil, his prints on the pad, and his prints on the cutter. I even had his prints on the chair, and mine were missing thanks to the sexy gloves. I pulled the cuffs out of my purse. We dont want your hands to spoil the special blow job now do we? I said as I cuffed him behind his back. This was just too easy. I took away the two phone books, and Don was back on his toes struggling to breathe. Now we take away the chair, but carefully, we dont want to snap you neck I grinned as I slid the chair away. He began to dance on air. I knelt down and held him by his stiff tool to stop him from twisting around. Its your last blow job, so enjoy it I told him. Youre not getting cut loose from the rope until tomorrow. I began his blow job with some delicate licks around his flared helmet which was glistening with precum. Im not sure if he thought I was serious or not, so I added Thanks for helping with the rope and all, but please cum quickly, this really is your last one sweetie. I sucked him in & out and as his face turned red, his tool began to pulse and I tasted his final load. Once he finished, I stood up and showed him the white pool on my tongue. I swallowed it down, licked my lips, and picked up the box cutter. Sorry to end it this way for you Don, but business is business I said, and sliced free his balls & scrotum. There was quite a bit of blood on the floor. I slid his chair around to get some on its seat and show some drag marks on the floor. I dropped the cutter in the pool of blood on the floor and put his suicide note on the chair. It would look like he wrote the note, cut his gonads, and kicked the chair away. A convincing suicide I think, and his balls were there on the floor for my client to collect & keep should he choose. I removed the cuffs, took the second chair back to the desk, and headed back out to the dock. His eyes and tongue were both starting to bulge out, and I think Dons last conscious experience was viewing my hips swaying back & forth as a sashayed across the floor and out the door. By then he knew I wasnt kidding! Its only a half hour drive to San Francisco, and I spent the night there down near Fishermans Wharf. I love the hills & the smells and the restaurants there, so it was worth spending a couple of days before going back home. I missed Jim though. Im always looking for new ideas to help my clients, so write me if you like. Jim seems to have a great wealth of concepts too. Im on my 20th hit, and the thrill continues. I love the travel and the sex too. Just hanging around, at home and in your city too, Sharon Fox [email protected] |