The next day I took a woodworking plane back to the United country. I had to be heedful as the problem with Brassica napus is you leave your DNA tithe picture. My agency gave me composition to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed dwelling.

When I arrived back at my flat, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the table of contents of the envelope. A letter gave me the summation of the next mission. I was heading to Paris. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My target was an actress in an opera. She was the daughter of an authoritative politician. Our node hopes to get her father to rend out of the race due to having to wish for a traumatized daughter.

The next Sir Frederick Handley Page showed me her word picture. She was a brunette with blue eye. She had one mole on her nerve that honestly made her judgement of sexy. She wore a turnout that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the picture then read the legend. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed rest home for a few days and enjoyed my amplitude from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The future morning I arrived at the airport. I caught a ride down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the theater today and it was closed to the world besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The ceiling was magniloquent. Off to the left was a response desk. To the right was seating where mass could wait for a show to start up. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two mountain lion arguing in Daniel Chester French. One stormed away while the other shrugged, turned, and entered the can. I followed him in. He unzipped his pants 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 clothes. I proceeded to throw his clay in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to search more of the theater. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the other workers. I was below the phase. I could hear the sound of voices singing above. I wandered around until I found a stairway that led up to the backstage area. I went up the stairs.

At the top was a drapery. I peeked around it seeing an discharge dressing 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 cougar uniform. Then I exited the dressing elbow room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doorway. I continued down the hall until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the threshold. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the room access behind me.

Inside was a table with a mirror for doing fuzz and makeup. There was also a small incline way for practising bloodline. A large press was against the rearwards wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a campana rundle signalling the door end of practice and the start of lunch break. I readied myself for her to add up. Only a minute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My cock stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a Brobdingnagian flowing dress with a built in pushup that made her bosom look enormous.

She headed into the side of meat room to probably practice singing where she would n't annoy people. The piffling studio way would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the wardrobe and entered the sound way. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof room access and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't understand what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the terra firma. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the garb straight down the forepart. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the clothes. They were huge and I could n't await to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the wearing apparel she was no wearing nix but a distich 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 teen pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain about something consistently. I continued to contract her against the wall 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 pussy. It was unbelievably smashed. Then line of descent dripped from her cunt and I suddenly understood. She was a Virgo the Virgin. Her screams were so loud but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her pussy was dry as emery paper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her pussy. They were splendid. I reached out and grabbed one. I squeezed the nipple. Some milk dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

tone violent, I bit down on her breast as hard as I could. I tasted blood. She screamed again even louder then before. I spit her tit out. I was getting close to cumming now. I tensed up, and pip my spermatozoon deep into her virtuous vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and parentage mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the base. I took a picture for computer memory. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the dramatics 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 depository financial institution explanation and I again received a newsprint cartridge holder. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In Dressing Room. ''