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

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 future mission. I was heading to capital of France. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My butt was an actress in an opera. She was the daughter of an important politico. Our node hopes to get her beginner to attract out of the slipstream due to having to care for a traumatized girl.

The side by side Page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with drab eyes. She had one groin on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The clothes was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the photograph then read the legend. Her gens was Claire Dufour.

I stayed dwelling house for a few days and delight my bounty from the Cuban commission. 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 future morning I arrived at the airdrome. I caught a ride down to the opera house house where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the theater today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The roof was grandiloquent. Off to the left was a reception desk. To the right was seating where hoi polloi could wait for a show to bulge. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two catamount arguing in French people. One stormed away while the other shrugged, turned, and entered the lav. 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 dress. I proceeded to confound his corpse in a wash container for towels.

I then began to explore more of the field. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unchallenged by the other workers. I was below the stage. I could hear the sound of part singing above. I wandered around until I found a staircase that led up to the backstage area. I went up the stairs.

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

inside was a table with a mirror for doing pilus and war paint. There was also a small side of meat room for practising lines. A large closet was against the back rampart. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell rung signalling the door end of practice and the kickoff of luncheon break. I readied myself for her to fall. Only a arcminute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My dick stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing frock with a built in pushup that made her white meat look enormous.

She headed into the side room to probably recitation singing where she would n't annoy people. The lilliputian studio room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the closet and entered the sound room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof threshold and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't realize what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the footing. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the clothes straight down the front. Her boob popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were Brobdingnagian and I could n't wait to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the garb she was no wearing nothing but a brace of pantie. 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 twat. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the titmouse made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain about something consistently. I continued to iron 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, teenaged pussycat. It was unbelievably tight. Then blood dripped from her pussy and I suddenly understood. She was a virgin. Her thigh-slapper were so loud but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. 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 dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

Feeling violent, I bit down on her boob 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 shot my sperm deep into her Virgin vagina. I threw her on the priming coat she continued to cry. A cum and blood mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the flooring. I took a picture for computer storage. I slipped up my pants and excited the way. I left the theater and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing elbow room. I left immediately.

wThe succeeding day in my hotel I was sent another varsity letter. $ 150,000 dollar were transferred to my cant invoice and I again received a newspaper clip. `` opera Isaac Bashevis Singer Claire Raped In stuffing Room. ''