The next day I took a aeroplane back to the United States. I had to be careful as the trouble with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scenery. My agency gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed home.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the subject matter of the gasbag. A letter gave me the summation of the adjacent mission. I was heading to Paris. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My quarry was an actress in an opera. She was the daughter of an important politician. Our client hopes to get her father to pull out of the race due to having to care for a traumatize daughter.

The next page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She had one mole on her nerve that honestly made her psyche of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed riches and also complimented her nicely sized tit. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her epithet was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few day and savor my bounty from the Cuban missionary post. Finally, the day came to go to City of Light. I used my composition that got me out of Cuba to get on a carpenter's plane. The next morning I arrived at the aerodrome. I caught a drive down to the Opera planetary house where she was rehearsing that day. There was expression going on in the theater today and it was closed to the populace besides the lobby.

I entered the foyer. The cap was tall. Off to the left hand was a reception desk. To the right was seating where people could look for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my pelage, noticed two cougar arguing in French. One stormed away while the other shrugged, turned, and entered the bath. I followed him in. He unzipped his trouser and began to pee in a urinal. No one else was there so I walked up behind him and strangled him. Then I took his dress. I proceeded to throw his clay in a wash container for towels.

I then began to explore More of the theater. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the former workers. I was below the microscope stage. I could hear the sound of voices singing above. I wandered around until I found a stairway that led up to the wing area. I went up the stairs.

At the top was a drapery. I peeked around it seeing an void fecundation room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I policeman and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the fecundation elbow room. I was greeted by a orotund hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a grooming way marked Claire Dafour. I opened the door. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the threshold behind me.

interior was a tabular array with a mirror for doing whisker and makeup. There was also a small side elbow room for practising lines. A gravid closet was against the back wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a campana rung signalling the door end of practice and the start of lunch break. I readied myself for her to total. Only a bit later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French people chick Claire. My cock stood to tending at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing dress with a built in press-up that made her bosom look enormous.

She headed into the side of meat room to probably practice singing where she would n't annoy citizenry. The little studio way would be soundproof which gave me an musical theme. I exited the W.C. and entered the sound way. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof door and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't empathize what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the ground. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my sac and cut the dress straight down the front. Her titmouse popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I could n't waitress to wreak with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing aught but a pair of panties. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my body weight into her and pinned her between me and the wall. I slipped her panties off and admired her beautiful teenager pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to kvetch about something consistently. I continued to press her against the paries as I pulled out my rod. She started at it and seemed to gulp.

I grabbed my clock and rammed it into her sweet, teen puss. It was unbelievably fuddled. Then blood dripped from her pussy and I suddenly understood. She was a Virgin. Her screams were so loud but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her cunt was dry as sandpaper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her pussy. They were magnificent. I reached out and grabbed one. I squeezed the tit. Some Milk River dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

Feeling violent, I bit down on her white meat as hard as I could. I tasted stemma. She screamed again even louder then before. I spit her tit out. I was getting close to cumming now. I tensed up, and shot my spermatozoon cryptic into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and blood miscellany flowed out of her vagina all over the storey. I took a delineation for memories. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the dramaturgy and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing way. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 dollars were transferred to my bank account and I again received a newsprint clip. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In fertilization way. ''