The next day I took a airplane back to the United States. I had to be thrifty as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My means gave me composition to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed plate.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my room access. I emptied the message of the envelope. A letter of the alphabet gave me the rundown of the future 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 customer hopes to get her Father of the Church to pull out of the raceway due to having to care for a traumatized daughter.

The next page showed me her pic. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She had one mole on her typeface that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a getup that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized teat. The dress was from fitting and revealed her bender. I memorized the word-painting then read the subtitle. Her figure was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few daytime and enjoyed 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 plane. The succeeding morning I arrived at the airport. I caught a drive down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was structure going on in the theater today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the foyer. The roof was tall. Off to the left was a reception desk. To the rightfulness was seating where people could look for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coating, noticed two puma arguing in French. One stormed away while the early shrugged, turned, and entered the bathroom. I followed him in. He unzipped his knickers 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 theater of operations. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unchallenged by the other actor. I was below the stage. I could hear the sound of voice 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 pall. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a stand 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 medical dressing room. I was greeted by a large hall lined with multiple doorway. I continued down the lobby until I found a binding room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the threshold. 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 war paint. There was also a diminished slope room for practising lines. A large press was against the rearward wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell spoke signalling the door end of practice and the start of lunch pause. I readied myself for her to descend. Only a bit later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My cock stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flow clothes with a built in press-up that made her tit look enormous.

She headed into the position room to probably practice singing where she would n't nettle people. The little studio apartment room would be soundproof which gave me an mind. I exited the loo and entered the speech sound room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof room access and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't see what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the solid ground. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her apparel. I took the tongue out of my sack and cut the dress straight down the presence. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I could n't expect to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing nothing 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 teen pussy. 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 out 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, stripling cunt. It was unbelievably tight. Then blood dripped from her twat and I suddenly understood. She was a virgin. Her screams were so forte but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my rooster. 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 mamilla. 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 shot my sperm cell inscrutable into her Virgo vagina. I threw her on the primer she continued to cry. A cum and blood mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the flooring. I took a motion picture for memories. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the theater and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing way. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 dollars were transferred to my bank account and I again received a newspaper clip. `` Opera Singer Claire Raped In fertilization Room. ''