The following day I took a sheet back to the United States. I had to be thrifty as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe setting. My agency gave me newspaper publisher 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 contents of the envelope. A letter gave me the rundown of the next delegacy. I was heading to French capital. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My prey was an actress in an opera house. 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 oculus. She had one jetty on her human face that honestly made her thinker of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed riches and also complimented her nicely sized breast. The wearing apparel 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 Clarence Day and enjoyed my bounty from the Cuban missionary post. Finally, the day came to go to French capital. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The next morning I arrived at the aerodrome. I caught a ride down to the Opera theater where she was rehearsing that day. There was grammatical construction going on in the theatre of operations today and it was closed to the populace besides the lobby.

I entered the foyer. The roof was magniloquent. Off to the left hand was a reception desk. To the rightfield was seating where people could wait for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two painters arguing in French. One stormed away while the early shrugged, turned, and entered the bath. 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 cadaver in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore to a greater extent of the field of operations. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in undisputed by the other workers. I was below the phase. I could find out the strait 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 curtain. I peeked around it seeing an hollow dressing room. I walked over to a wrack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I military officer and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the fertilization room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple threshold. I continued down the antechamber until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the room access. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me.

interior was a tabular array with a mirror for doing haircloth and makeup. There was also a small incline room for practising blood line. A with child wardrobe was against the support wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a ship's bell rung signalling the door end of practice and the beginning of lunch break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a minute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French doll Claire. My prick stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing dress with a built in pushup that made her boob look enormous.

She headed into the side elbow room to probably practice singing where she would n't annoy people. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an estimate. I exited the closet and entered the speech sound room. 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 understand what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the background. She screamed and landed in a cumulation amidst her apparel. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the apparel straight down the movement. Her titty popped out as the bra was built into the apparel. They were huge and I could n't wait to act as with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the apparel she was no wearing zilch 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 pantie off and admired her beautiful teenage 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 iron out 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 dessert, stripling pussy. It was unbelievably plastered. 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 putz. Her pussy 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 nipple. Some Milk River dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

notion violent, I bit down on her white meat as firmly as I could. I tasted blood line. 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 sperm inscrutable into her virginal vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and rakehell mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a picture for retentivity. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the theater and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing room. I left immediately.

wThe succeeding day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 dollar mark were transferred to my bank account and I again received a paper clip. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In stuffing Room. ''