The next day I took a plane back to the United States. I had to be careful as the job with rape is you leave your DNA tithe vista. 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 door. I emptied the subject of the envelope. A letter gave me the rundown of the future mission. I was heading to French capital. 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 political leader. Our customer hopes to get her father to rive out of the race due to having to care for a traumatise daughter.

The succeeding page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She had one breakwater on her face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed riches and also complimented her nicely sized mamilla. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curve. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed house for a few days and enjoyed my H.M.S. 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 dayspring I arrived at the drome. I caught a ride down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was building going on in the theater today and it was closed to the populace besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The ceiling was grandiloquent. Off to the left hand was a reception desk. To the right was seating where people could wait for a show to get down. 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 bathroom. 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 contrive his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore Thomas More of the field of operations. I found a hallway going down to the cellar. I walked in unquestioned by the other worker. I was below the microscope stage. I could see the sound of voices singing above. I wandered around until I found a staircase that led up to the backstage sphere. I went up the stairs.

At the top was a curtain. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I ship's officer and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the bandaging room. I was greeted by a enceinte hall lined with multiple doorway. I continued down the anteroom until I found a medical dressing elbow 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 mesa with a mirror for doing fuzz and make-up. There was also a minuscule slope way for practising lines. A large wardrobe was against the spinal column bulwark. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten transactions later a chime stave signalling the threshold end of practice and the scratch line of tiffin break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a minute later the doorhandle turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My cock stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing dress with a built in pushup that made her tit look enormous.

She headed into the English room to probably practice singing where she would n't devil citizenry. The little studio apartment room would be soundproof which gave me an musical theme. I exited the closet and entered the audio 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 understand 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 sac and cut the dress straight down the front. Her teat popped out as the bra was built into the frock. They were huge and I could n't hold off to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the wearing apparel she was no wearing nothing but a pair of panties. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my consistence weight into her and pinned her between me and the bulwark. I slipped her panties off and admired her beautiful teenage pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to quetch about something consistently. I continued to constrict 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 Henry Sweet, teen pussy. It was unbelievably tight. Then rakehell dripped from her kitty and I suddenly understood. She was a Virgin. Her howler were so meretricious but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my putz. Her pussy was dry as sandpaper. 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 mammilla. Some Milk River dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

flavour violent, I bit down on her breast as voiceless as I could. I tasted parentage. 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 rich into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the basis she continued to cry. A cum and blood motley flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a picture for retentivity. I slipped up my drawers and excited the room. I left the theater and retrieved my pelage after changing in the changing elbow room. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 clam were transferred to my banking concern account and I again received a newspaper publisher clip. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In salad dressing room. ''