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Kalas Last Night. Starring Kala. Directed By JohnM

I have been seeing Kala for weeks now. She was wondrous, always working late. I would constantly see her thru her partly opened office door as she sat at her desk. She always looked ideal, meticulous about her appearance; oftentimes taking violates to "freshen up". As the night janitor, I had access the the whole office elaborate and would constantly witness her whenever she was on the stir. Tonight, she was a mind-blowing as ever.

She sat for some time, touching her stockings clothed soles..aching from another firm days work and what will be another late night. She got up to get a file and when climbing down from the stepstool, tore her tights. I observed as she sat down, pulled the torn pair off and put on a brand fresh pair. I pulled the elderly pair out of the litter and moved noiselessly behind her. I rapidly packaged it around her neck. Her response was unexpected and aggressive, but I limited her taut. She dug her high-heeled slippers in and tucked me back against the filing cabinet, but I continuously keep my seize and ultimately flip her around off the tabouret and onto the bed. She dollars, punches and convulses, her eyes broad, tongue out....her bod embarks to jack madly, then slows. Her eyes flip up then leisurely close and she is unconscious.

For a while I spend time admiring and massaging her bod, then I pick her up and take her down to the basement--my home. I flop her harshly down on my mattress and disrobe and molest her assets. She wakes up. I hastily spin her onto her tummy and pull the nylon garrote taut, positioning my knee in her back, her entire bod bends back---the garrote digging into her mushy skin. Again, she fights, but not as firm as before, still unstable and in a tense stance. She liberates consciousness again and I let her head leisurely lodge into the bedding. I knew it was time to accomplish it. I spinned her back onto her back.

This time when she woke up, I pinched my powerful arms around her neck and wrung. She had more energy...her entire assets tensing up--lifting up off the mattress, gams opening up, kneeing, hands flailing. Her face crooked, crooked, her sexy face, now smudged with make-up and sweat. She was no longer the purrfectly spectacular administrate secretary, but now a contorted, sweat-soaked, hammered down, mass of tormented female struggling for her life and perhaps knowing the struggle was lost. She kept attempting tho'....impulses of convulses twisting thru her assets, her tongue caning out, her palms despairingly attempting to pull at my wrists, as if there was expect of moving them. I remained faithful to killing her. I sensed her goopy, perspiring skin under my thumbs, the muscle and arteries pulsating in her neck. Now she was slowing. Her eyes embarked to fixate and her hands began to contraction and bod pulse and grimace. She got slower, slower, slower, and then she did what she had done the last duo times. Her eyes fluttered and closed. This time, tho', I did not let go.

A few seconds handed and abruptly there was a last surge of intensity as her figure and perhaps mind made a last effort to live. Her forearm came up to my shoulder, thumbs digging into my tee-shirt and flesh underneath. But her grab hastily fail, her mitt fell, her bod stopped...I heard a last swish appear from her jaws. I let go, observing out crimson her neck was where I had my death take hold of on her. Tho' her make-up was demolished and she was soaked in sweat and fluids, she was sexy to me. I climbed on her one more time, then I picked her up and took her back to her office, posing her in her stool. I left her like that, then ambled out, closing the door behind me.