My name is Ralph A. I am a hired gun with a small tress. I get paid to rape a target, not for killing them. contractile organ typically have citizenry they want humiliated for various reasons political, malefactor, or economic.

I boarded a woodworking plane from my airport in the U.S. An envelope I received earlier that day had my target. A drug Lord in Cuba had a daughter getting married soon. My job was to humiliate the household by leaving her a eastward tyke. The father owned a vineyard as a cover up for his drug business. Tomorrow he was holding a party which was my chance to get in.

I arrived in Cuba were an airport prole gave me another envelope. I went to the airport coffeehouse and opened it. Inside was a characterization of the target. She was a Latino teenager. She had black hair and brown eye. Her tegument was that nice coppery tan that Latinas have. Her tits were big but not mammoth. Her husband would have been a favourable man. My turncock grew as I knew I would be penetrating her tomorrow.

I arrived at 10:00 the adjacent break of day at the vineyard. The party had already started. I knew I had to get to her before lunch. I walked off to the side of the building. A work party member sat beneath a tree with a scattergun keeping watch. I sat next to him and struck up conversation. When he was n't looking I slipped a knife in his ribs and killed him quick.

Then I grabbed his vest and that and put them over my clothes. A large box was nearby. I through his corpse inside. I did n't vex with the scattergun. It would have been to loud. I walked into the vineyards court. No one questioned me as I strolled through. I went through a gate into another courtyard. No one was try but safeguard. The house had elise safety device stationed outside. My disguise would n't award me access. I saw a side sign. I walked over and went inside.

A door led into the eternal rest of the house. I peeked through the room access. An elite group guard was coming this way. I picked up a nearby plate and dropped it with a clangor then hid in a closet. When the guard came in I stabbed him from behind. I took his flack vest, cap, and holster then shoved him into the closet.

I then walked around the house and looked for the young lady. I went upstairs. The way at the end of the hallway seemed like it may be a chamber. The drug Almighty way was obviously the one with posted precaution. I headed the sound of a cello from his room. I proceeded to walk past to the next room. I carefully opened the door. There she was. mare Lopez according to my Indian file. I slowly walked in and closed the room access behind me.

Maria sat at a computer desk with her backrest towards me. I slowly approached. The colly fornicatress was watching smut. It appeared to be some BDSM garbage. I almost laughed because she was about to see something similar. I grabbed a hanky from my pocket to muffle her. I the quickly wrapped it around her sass and muffled her sounds. I tied it off and grabbed her bridge player which I bound with a rope. I grabbed her light chassis and threw her on her bed font up so I could see her eyes. She tried to kick but I grabbed and tied her legs too.

She was terrified but was powerless. I grabbed the bottom of her niggling pink blouse and ripped it off. Then I grabbed her wench and pulled it off. She was wearing some slutty ping intimate apparel. I unbuttoned her bra and revealed her staring tits. I loved them I grabbed one and pinched it hard leaving a red mark. But my favorite theatrical role of a missy is the snatch. I grabbed her scanty and slipped them down her slender stage. Her trim teen puss was wet from her porn.

My shaft was rock tough. I unzipped my pants and took my member out. Her optic were filled with dread realization. Her knocker were much to small for a knocker fucking and her mouth was gagged so I went straight for the pussy. It was tight and felt wonderful with her wet succus. I slammed her so punishing she winced with each blast. I grabbed a tit in each paw and squeezed as tight as I could. She cried. Tears streaked her face and ran mascara down her cheeks.

I fucked her for only a couple minutes when she came against her will. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and she tried to moan through the handkerchief. As I continued to break her with all my might she came a second meter. Her juices flowed all over my peter and her bedsheets. Her dead body shook with both delight and pain.

I was finally ready to cum. I pushed harder and deeper hitting the back of her vagina. Then I felt my semen eject into her. I slowly pulled out. She lay there unable to affect, defeated and crying like a child. gabardine drops of cum began to drip from her puss. I pulled out my headphone and took a exposure of the dominated piffling slut. My first delegacy was a success. I left her nude and with cum dripping out of her vagina.

I exited the room and went back to the side house. In number went back outside of the vineyard and changed back into casual clothes. I went back at heart and had some cheese and wine-coloured. Little did Mr Lopez know the rapist of his daughter was eating his cheese and vino at his own party. After getting a nice repast and drink I left.

At my hotel I received an email. $ 100,000 were wired to my bank building account and there was a liaison to a newspaper article. `` Maria Lopez raped in her home. '' My future mission would be in a week. Tomorrow I head back to the State Department .