The future day I took a plane back to the United States. I had to be thrifty as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe panorama. My agency gave me report to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed nursing home.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my doorway. I emptied the message 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 girl of an important politician. Our client hopes to get her don to draw in out of the raceway due to having to wish for a traumatized girl.

The next Page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue center. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her nous of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized titmouse. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curved shape. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few Day and revel my bounty 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 planer. The next forenoon I arrived at the airport. I caught a ride down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was building going on in the theater of operations today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The ceiling was marvelous. Off to the left hand was a response desk. To the right was seating where people could wait for a appearance 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 other shrugged, turned, and entered the john. I followed him in. He unzipped his drawers 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 hold his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to search more than of the theater. I found a hall going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the other workers. I was below the stage. I could get word 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 curtain. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing way. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in party favour of the painters uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a with child hallway lined with multiple room access. I continued down the hall until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the doorway. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the threshold behind me.

interior was a table with a mirror for doing hair and physical composition. There was also a small side elbow room for practising production line. A bombastic cupboard was against the back wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell rung signalling the doorway end of exercise and the head start of lunch break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a moment later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My prick stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flow clothes with a built in pushup that made her bosom look enormous.

She headed into the slope room to probably practice session singing where she would n't rag mass. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an theme. I exited the cupboard 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 flighty. I could n't realise what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the priming. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my sac and cut the dress straight down the front. Her mammilla popped out as the bra was built into the frock. They were huge and I could n't wait to roleplay with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing null but a pair of panties. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my soundbox weight into her and pinned her between me and the rampart. I slipped her pantie off and admired her beautiful adolescent twat. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to sound off about something consistently. I continued to conjure 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 twat. It was unbelievably pissed. Then blood dripped from her pussy and I suddenly understood. She was a virgin. Her screams were so gaudy but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her snatch was dry as sandpaper. 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 mamilla. Some Milk dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

smell violent, I bit down on her breast as grueling 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 Virgo vagina. I threw her on the priming she continued to cry. A cum and blood smorgasbord flowed out of her vagina all over the storey. I took a film for memories. I slipped up my knickers and excited the room. I left the dramatics and retrieved my coating after changing in the changing way. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 dollar were transferred to my cant report and I again received a newspaper cartridge clip. `` opera house Singer Claire Raped In Dressing Room. ''