Plumber, The
Time: 29:09 minutes
Starring: Whitney Morgan
This video features: shooting undressing teen *****



Whitney was glad to have her older sister, Morgan, home for spring break. She enjoyed these short visits, learning all about the stuff Morgan was doing while she was away at college. In any case, thier relationship was pretty strong. Whitney, awake and full of energy plunged up the stairs, smacking an obviously tired Morgan on her ass. They bantered back and forth as sisters do, talking about boy problems and other issues. Morgan was frustrated that the water was turned off at the sink, but Whitney reminded her a plumber was coming to fix it. The girls were both alone -- their parents both worked during the day, but trusted their 18yo and 20yo to behave responsibly. For the most part, they really were good girls. Neither drank or did drugs and both were responsible with the opposite sex. A credit to their good Christian upbringing and the promise of one day becoming responsible adults that would nurture good stable families of their own someday. The doorbell rang and with a smirk, Whitney ran to answer it. It was obviously the plumber. She invited him in and knew he would be a good candidate to have a little fun with. Whitney had always been the joker of the two and probably destined to do a lot of community theater in her college years along with her other passion -- cheerleading. She was the perky type. Coffee would only slow her down. Both Whitney and Morgan watched as the plumber prepped his work area and started assessing the situation. Right away, they made fun of his plumbers pants... common among those who bend a lot in their profession. Pointing at his ass crack, Whitney quietly chucked while Morgan looked mostly embarrassed. Morgan had never shared Whitney's enthusiasm with clowning around. Whitney continued to silently torment the plumber, though without his knowledge. Eventually getting bored, she touch his shoulder, startling him into whacking his head on the cabinet. Her goal was to try to get him to think they were interested in him, but it was not working. This plumber was all business. Eventually she tried plan B; crawling up between his legs to her sister's complete embarrassment. He responded... a hot teenage girl between his legs rubbing his chest. He was a little slow not a good reader of signals, but thought this was a pretty obvious one. He leaned in to kiss her. She launched off of him in a jiffy, jumping up and down, making yuck noises. In his mind it played out much worse -- at is usually did for unstable people like himself. He quickly decided he need to go outside. The girls laughed his reaction off. Morgan stayed in the kitchen working, while Whitney went to take a shower. The plumber was planning to go right to his truck -- leaving his tools, and just go. He was embarrassed by what he had done, obviously misinterpreting their motivations. How could they want someone like him? Then, as he passed the open garage, he changed his mind. He was the victim here. He did not provoke any of this. They wanted to make him feel bad. That means they were bad girls. He did not like bad girls. These bad girls should pay for what they did to him. He rummaged through the garage, picking up various items that could possibly inflict damage. Eventually, while digging through an old tool drawer, he found a gun. A Glock to be precise. It was fully loaded. He pulled the slide back with ease. It was ready to inflict pain. He closed the garage door to help dampen the sounds. Morgan heard the garage door closing and went to the kitchen door that led out to the garage. As she reached for the door, it flew open. The plumber grabbed her neck with one hand, pushing her pack, as she started to lose her balance, he fired two point blank shots into her ribs. She fell in excruciating pain. Her body writhing, legs kicking. She tried to clutch at the wounds, ***** seeping out. In shock, she spasms; bucking, legs twisting about. He walks up to her and aims at her chest. She pleads with her eyes, but he fires coldly into her. Her body reacts intensely to the hit, bucking in the air for moments, and crashing down -- still. She is dead... staring. He observes her for a moment, then walks off to collect his thoughts. The camera spends time panning her dead body. When he returns, he removes her pants, underwear and shirt. He leans down and sucks her succulent breasts, playing with her erect nipples. When he is finished, he leaves to go find her younger sister. The camera pans her dead nude body some more. Whitney emerges from the shower, refreshed. She is toweling dry when the plumber enters. She looks up just as he fires three shots into her torso. She falls back into the bathtub, and violently spasms. She slows down quickly, the ***** spews of of her mouth, dripping down. She regains a moment of energy, a last fight to live, perhaps, and her body writhes and spasms, but then is still again. This time, there is no more movement. The plumber leans down, messaging her young supple breasts. He needed to leave -- the noise was not going to go unnoticed -- but he felt he was now even for what they did. He only hoped that the high he felt after murdering this girls was not addictive in anyway. He would find out, he thought as he walked out to collect his tools and wipe any evidence of his visit. The camera stays to slowly pan Whitney as she lies dead in the bathtub. Now these two young girls, once full of life and on the right path, are dead. Tragedy strikes suburbia once again.