The side by side day I took a planer back to the United nation. I had to be careful as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My agency gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed home.

When I arrived back at my flat, I found a letter had been pushed under my doorway. I emptied the contents of the gasbag. A letter of the alphabet gave me the summing up of the next missionary station. I was heading to Paris. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My target area was an actress in an Opera. She was the girl of an authoritative politico. Our client hopes to get her father to draw out of the raceway due to having to wish for a traumatise daughter.

The next page showed me her picture. She was a brunet with blue center. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a rig that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The attire was from fitting and revealed her curvature. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her figure was Claire Dufour.

I stayed habitation for a few twenty-four hour period and delight my bounty from the Cuban missionary work. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my document that got me out of Cuba to get on a woodworking plane. The adjacent morning I arrived at the airport. I caught a ride down to the opera house theatre where she was rehearsing that day. There was structure going on in the theatre today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the pressure group. The ceiling was improbable. Off to the left hand was a response desk. To the right was seating where people could hold back for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two painters arguing in Daniel Chester French. One stormed away while the former shrugged, turned, and entered the lavatory. 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 bedevil his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore Sir Thomas More of the field. I found a hall going down to the cellar. I walked in unquestioned by the other actor. I was below the stage. I could pick up the sound of vocalisation singing above. I wandered around until I found a stairway that led up to the offstage orbit. I went up the stairs.

At the top was a drapery. I peeked around it seeing an empty binding elbow room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favour of the mountain lion uniform. Then I exited the fertilization room. I was greeted by a prominent hall lined with multiple doors. I continued down the Radclyffe 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 threshold behind me.

Inside was a board with a mirror for doing hair and makeup. There was also a small side room for practising lines. A large closet was against the back paries. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minute later a bell rung signalling the door end of practice and the start of luncheon severance. I readied myself for her to come. Only a arcminute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My cock stood to care at the hot actress that entered. She wore a immense flowing garb with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.

She headed into the side room to probably practice singing where she would n't rile people. The niggling studio elbow room would be soundproof which gave me an thought. I exited the closet and entered the sound elbow 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 ground. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my air hole and cut the dress straight down the front. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were immense and I could n't expect to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing nada but a duo of panty. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my body weight into her and pinned her between me and the paries. I slipped her panties off and admired her beautiful adolescent pussycat. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to kick about something consistently. I continued to press 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 tight. Then blood dripped from her slit 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 snatch was dry as emery paper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her slit. 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.

Feeling violent, I bit down on her breast as intemperate 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 trench into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the earth she continued to cry. A cum and blood mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a word picture for memories. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the house 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 bill were transferred to my bank account and I again received a paper clip. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In Dressing Room. ''