The next day I took a planer back to the United commonwealth. I had to be measured as the problem with rapine is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My agency gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed place.

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 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 important politician. Our client hopes to get her father to root for out of the backwash due to having to care for a traumatized daughter.

The adjacent page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue middle. She had one bulwark on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a turnout that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The frock was from fitting and revealed her bend. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my bounty from the Cuban foreign mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a planer. The next good morning I arrived at the airdrome. I caught a ride down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was expression going on in the theater of operations today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the pressure group. The cap was tall. Off to the left was a response desk. To the right wing was seating where people could wait for a display to get down. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my pelage, noticed two mountain lion arguing in French. One stormed away while the other shrugged, turned, and entered the bathroom. I followed him in. He unzipped his bloomers 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 corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore more of the theatre. I found a hallway going down to the cellar. I walked in unquestioned by the other actor. I was below the level. 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 drape. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I military officer and put them on in favor of the catamount uniform. Then I exited the stuffing room. I was greeted by a turgid hall lined with multiple doors. I continued down the 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 fuzz and makeup. There was also a small face room for practising lines. A large closet was against the plump for wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell round signalling the room access end of praxis and the starting signal of dejeuner break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a minute of arc later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My hammer stood to tending at the hot actress that entered. She wore a vast flowing clothes with a built in pushup that made her chest look enormous.

She headed into the position room to probably drill singing where she would n't get to the great unwashed. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an approximation. I exited the closet and entered the strait 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 empathize what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the earth. She screamed and landed in a deal amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the dress straight down the forepart. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I could n't wait to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing nothing but a pair of step-in. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my physical structure weight into her and pinned her between me and the bulwark. I slipped her panties off and admired her beautiful teen puss. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the nipple made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain 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 pussy. It was unbelievably pixilated. Then blood dripped from her pussycat 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 twat was dry as emery paper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her kitty. They were glorious. I reached out and grabbed one. I squeezed the mammilla. Some milk dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

Feeling 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 shoot my sperm deep into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the terra firma she continued to cry. A cum and stemma mix flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a pic for retention. I slipped up my trouser and excited the elbow room. I left the dramatic art and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing room. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 dollars were transferred to my bank building report and I again received a paper clip. `` opera Singer Claire Raped In Dressing way. ''