The succeeding day I took a plane back to the United state of matter. I had to be careful as the problem with ravishment 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 alphabetic character had been pushed under my door. I emptied the cognitive content of the gasbag. 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 of import politician. Our client hopes to get her father to pull out of the slipstream due to having to care for a traumatize daughter.

The next Sir Frederick Handley Page showed me her depiction. She was a brunette with juicy center. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a kit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized breast. The attire was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my premium from the Cuban missionary work. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my composition that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The following good morning I arrived at the airport. I caught a drive down to the opera house sign of the zodiac where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the dramatics today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The ceiling was grandiloquent. Off to the left was a receipt desk. To the right field 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 Felis concolor arguing in French people. One stormed away while the other 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 apparel. I proceeded to throw his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore more than of the theater. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unchallenged by the other proletarian. I was below the stage. I could hear the strait 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 vacuous salad dressing room. I walked over to a wheel of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officeholder and put them on in party favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the salad dressing room. I was greeted by a declamatory hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a fertilisation room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the door. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me.

interior was a table with a mirror for doing hair and makeup. There was also a small side room for practising lines. A vauntingly closet was against the back up bulwark. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a toll stave signalling the door end of practice session and the start of lunch geological fault. I readied myself for her to total. Only a second 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 Brobdingnagian flow frock with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.

She headed into the side room to probably exercise singing where she would n't irritate people. The petty studio apartment 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 door and locked it. She suddenly looked very skittish. 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 quite a little amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the dress straight down the movement. 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 apparel she was no wearing zippo 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 teenager pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the breast made up for it. She cried and seemed to plain 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, teenaged pussy. It was unbelievably pissed. Then blood dripped from her pussycat and I suddenly understood. She was a virgin. Her screech 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 glorious. 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 hard 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 take my sperm cell deep into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and rakehell concoction flowed out of her vagina all over the story. I took a picture for memories. I slipped up my pant 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 of the alphabet. $ 150,000 dollars were transferred to my banking concern score and I again received a newspaper time. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In Dressing elbow room. ''