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77] The Search For Kelly Burrows Continues
A week after the televised news conference the Burrows arrived at New Scotland Yard for an update
James Burrows asked Superintendent Mason, “Have you made any progress Superintendent?”
“We are a bit further forward Mr Burrows. After we received the information from a member of the public that Kelly had been seen getting into a large black car with two tall black women, who appeared to be wearing uniforms of some kind we reviewed in detail all of the CCTV footage in & around Kensington High Street at the relevant time.
“We have identified a young girl, who we are pretty sure is Kelly, getting into a black Rolls Royce with two black women who wear wearing uniform type clothing. Unfortunately the footage doesn’t show any of the three female’s faces or the car registration number. I would like to show you this film to see if you can confirm that the girl is indeed Kelly”.
The Police Officer pressed a button on his computer & turned the screen towards the Burrows
Edith gasped & exclaimed as the CCTV pictures appeared, “Yes Superintendent that is definitely Kelly.” Her husband nodded in agreement
James said, “Even though you don’t have the registration number surely you should be able to trace such a distinctive car?”
Superintendent Mason replied, “We are working on that Mr Burrows, unfortunately in the Greater London area there are almost a thousand registered Rolls Royce’s like that one. We are currently working our way through this list & so far we have narrowed it down to four hundred black ones. Many of them are owned by embassies & the like. Is it possible a foreign government is trying to get at you through your daughter Mr Burrows?”
James replied, “I can’t see why they would have a reason to Superintendent. My business interests are exclusively in the United States & I have nothing to do with the defence industry or the military”
Mason nodded, “That is very helpful Mr Burrows it means we can focus on privately owned black Rolls Royces. We will share this with the public at the news conference later & appeal to owners of this type of vehicle to come forward so that we can eliminate them from our enquiries”
James said, “Superintendent this must be heavily resource intensive for you. If you don’t have any objection I would like to bring in my private security people to assist with the leg work. They would be working totally under your control of course”
Feeling that he had little choice in the matter given the pressure he was under from the Commissioner who had clearly expressed the concerns of the Foreign Office that the Kelly Burrows case be cleared up as soon as possible Mason said, “That would be very helpful Mr Burrows
78] Sir Reginald carries out some more “Housekeeping”
As he watched the news that evening which heavily featured the Burrows press conference Sir Reginald pondered what to do next. He sent for Grace & said, “I think the Club needs to get together. Can you please make that happen my dear?
The next Saturday the Club members gathered in Sir Reginald’s living room. He greeted them & said, “Welcome. I have asked you all to attend this evening in light of the recent developments in the police’s search for Kelly Burrows. As you know they are searching for a privately owned black Rolls Royce & two tall uniformed young black women. I have decided we need to take a further measure to protect ourselves”.
At that he paused & took out a pistol & pointed it at Grace who stared at him in shock.
He continued, “Unfortunately you have become a liability my dear. Eventually the police will come to this house looking for the car & when that happens there must be no trace of any young black women here. I trust that the rest of you see that we have no choice in this matter”
MG & PT, the Smith’s, the Brown’s & the Jones’s looked at each other & then at Sir Reginald. They all nodded.
Grace realised that her death was inevitable & imminent. She fell to her knees wailing, “PLEASE NO SIR REGINALD! I HAVE SERVED YOU WELL! I PROMISE I WON’T BETRAY YOU! I WILL LEAVE THE COUNTRY! THE POLICE WILL NEVER FIND ME! HAVE MERCY! PLEASE HAVE MERCY! NOOOOOH! NOOOOOH!”
Sir Reginald looked at the three men, “John, William & Andrew please take her down to the cellar”. The men came forward, dragged the struggling sobbing young woman to her feet & proceeded to drag her to the cellar. Sir Reginald & the four young women followed on behind
In the cellar the gallows were waiting, the rope & electric winch in place. Grace was man-handled onto the platform, her hands were cuffed behind her back & she was noosed.
Sir Reginald joined the three men & the terrified young woman on the platform. He said to the men, “Gentlemen go & join your ladies. I will deal with this from now on”. The three men left the scaffold & went & sat next to their partners on the couches.
MG went to turn on the recording camera & then joined PT on their couch, they both licked their lips in anticipation their pussies already moist
Grace sobbed & whimpered as Sir Reginald went to the winch & turned it on. The motor hummed & Grace’s noose grew tighter. Her heels left the platform & she rose squirming & struggling onto her tiptoes. She cried, “PLEASE NOOOOOH! FOR GOD’S SAKE NOOOOOH!
The Club members looked on entranced by the sight of the lovely young black girl dressed in the white blouse & knee length black skirt of her chauffeur’s uniform as she struggled to keep her balance & tried to breathe. They were especially aroused due to the fact that it was a few weeks since they had been able to indulge in their favorite past time
Sir Reginald waited for a couple of minutes, gently rubbing his throbbing erection via his trouser pocket. The other Club members lifted their partners’ skirts & pushed either rock hard cocks or fingers into well lubricated pussies
The doomed young woman let out a final cry, “I DON’T WANT TO DIE! OH GOD I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”
Her pleas are silenced as Sir Reginald turns on the winch & she is slowly hoisted up into the air. Grace is in excellent physical shape. She is athletic & muscular with high levels of stamina & endurance, she can take a lot.
She kicks helplessly her long strong legs looking for a place to stand but finding none. The movement of her legs pushes up her black skirt giving the Club members delicious glimpses of her white panties. Her sleek powerful muscles flex impotently. She gasps & gurgles & tosses her head from side to side
Sir Reginald switches off the winch when Grace’s feet are about two feet above the platform
Saliva drips from the dying girl’s gaping mouth past her protruding tongue & oozes down her chin. Her hands twitch wildly. Her whole body bends, twists & convulses at the end of the rope.
Grace takes ten long minutes to slowly strangle to death. Gradually her convulsions begin to slow, her legs stop kicking, her bulging eyes stare out in wild eyed agony, she gurgles softly & emits a final moan & her head rolls forward onto her chest
The Club members all orgasmed most satisfactorily
A week after the televised news conference the Burrows arrived at New Scotland Yard for an update
James Burrows asked Superintendent Mason, “Have you made any progress Superintendent?”
“We are a bit further forward Mr Burrows. After we received the information from a member of the public that Kelly had been seen getting into a large black car with two tall black women, who appeared to be wearing uniforms of some kind we reviewed in detail all of the CCTV footage in & around Kensington High Street at the relevant time.
“We have identified a young girl, who we are pretty sure is Kelly, getting into a black Rolls Royce with two black women who wear wearing uniform type clothing. Unfortunately the footage doesn’t show any of the three female’s faces or the car registration number. I would like to show you this film to see if you can confirm that the girl is indeed Kelly”.
The Police Officer pressed a button on his computer & turned the screen towards the Burrows
Edith gasped & exclaimed as the CCTV pictures appeared, “Yes Superintendent that is definitely Kelly.” Her husband nodded in agreement
James said, “Even though you don’t have the registration number surely you should be able to trace such a distinctive car?”
Superintendent Mason replied, “We are working on that Mr Burrows, unfortunately in the Greater London area there are almost a thousand registered Rolls Royce’s like that one. We are currently working our way through this list & so far we have narrowed it down to four hundred black ones. Many of them are owned by embassies & the like. Is it possible a foreign government is trying to get at you through your daughter Mr Burrows?”
James replied, “I can’t see why they would have a reason to Superintendent. My business interests are exclusively in the United States & I have nothing to do with the defence industry or the military”
Mason nodded, “That is very helpful Mr Burrows it means we can focus on privately owned black Rolls Royces. We will share this with the public at the news conference later & appeal to owners of this type of vehicle to come forward so that we can eliminate them from our enquiries”
James said, “Superintendent this must be heavily resource intensive for you. If you don’t have any objection I would like to bring in my private security people to assist with the leg work. They would be working totally under your control of course”
Feeling that he had little choice in the matter given the pressure he was under from the Commissioner who had clearly expressed the concerns of the Foreign Office that the Kelly Burrows case be cleared up as soon as possible Mason said, “That would be very helpful Mr Burrows
78] Sir Reginald carries out some more “Housekeeping”
As he watched the news that evening which heavily featured the Burrows press conference Sir Reginald pondered what to do next. He sent for Grace & said, “I think the Club needs to get together. Can you please make that happen my dear?
The next Saturday the Club members gathered in Sir Reginald’s living room. He greeted them & said, “Welcome. I have asked you all to attend this evening in light of the recent developments in the police’s search for Kelly Burrows. As you know they are searching for a privately owned black Rolls Royce & two tall uniformed young black women. I have decided we need to take a further measure to protect ourselves”.
At that he paused & took out a pistol & pointed it at Grace who stared at him in shock.
He continued, “Unfortunately you have become a liability my dear. Eventually the police will come to this house looking for the car & when that happens there must be no trace of any young black women here. I trust that the rest of you see that we have no choice in this matter”
MG & PT, the Smith’s, the Brown’s & the Jones’s looked at each other & then at Sir Reginald. They all nodded.
Grace realised that her death was inevitable & imminent. She fell to her knees wailing, “PLEASE NO SIR REGINALD! I HAVE SERVED YOU WELL! I PROMISE I WON’T BETRAY YOU! I WILL LEAVE THE COUNTRY! THE POLICE WILL NEVER FIND ME! HAVE MERCY! PLEASE HAVE MERCY! NOOOOOH! NOOOOOH!”
Sir Reginald looked at the three men, “John, William & Andrew please take her down to the cellar”. The men came forward, dragged the struggling sobbing young woman to her feet & proceeded to drag her to the cellar. Sir Reginald & the four young women followed on behind
In the cellar the gallows were waiting, the rope & electric winch in place. Grace was man-handled onto the platform, her hands were cuffed behind her back & she was noosed.
Sir Reginald joined the three men & the terrified young woman on the platform. He said to the men, “Gentlemen go & join your ladies. I will deal with this from now on”. The three men left the scaffold & went & sat next to their partners on the couches.
MG went to turn on the recording camera & then joined PT on their couch, they both licked their lips in anticipation their pussies already moist
Grace sobbed & whimpered as Sir Reginald went to the winch & turned it on. The motor hummed & Grace’s noose grew tighter. Her heels left the platform & she rose squirming & struggling onto her tiptoes. She cried, “PLEASE NOOOOOH! FOR GOD’S SAKE NOOOOOH!
The Club members looked on entranced by the sight of the lovely young black girl dressed in the white blouse & knee length black skirt of her chauffeur’s uniform as she struggled to keep her balance & tried to breathe. They were especially aroused due to the fact that it was a few weeks since they had been able to indulge in their favorite past time
Sir Reginald waited for a couple of minutes, gently rubbing his throbbing erection via his trouser pocket. The other Club members lifted their partners’ skirts & pushed either rock hard cocks or fingers into well lubricated pussies
The doomed young woman let out a final cry, “I DON’T WANT TO DIE! OH GOD I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”
Her pleas are silenced as Sir Reginald turns on the winch & she is slowly hoisted up into the air. Grace is in excellent physical shape. She is athletic & muscular with high levels of stamina & endurance, she can take a lot.
She kicks helplessly her long strong legs looking for a place to stand but finding none. The movement of her legs pushes up her black skirt giving the Club members delicious glimpses of her white panties. Her sleek powerful muscles flex impotently. She gasps & gurgles & tosses her head from side to side
Sir Reginald switches off the winch when Grace’s feet are about two feet above the platform
Saliva drips from the dying girl’s gaping mouth past her protruding tongue & oozes down her chin. Her hands twitch wildly. Her whole body bends, twists & convulses at the end of the rope.
Grace takes ten long minutes to slowly strangle to death. Gradually her convulsions begin to slow, her legs stop kicking, her bulging eyes stare out in wild eyed agony, she gurgles softly & emits a final moan & her head rolls forward onto her chest
The Club members all orgasmed most satisfactorily
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