The side by side day I took a planing machine back to the United commonwealth. I had to be measured as the problem with colza is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My office gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed home.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a alphabetic character had been pushed under my door. I emptied the capacity of the envelope. A varsity letter gave me the rundown of the next mission. I was heading to City of Light. 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 guest hopes to get her father to pull out of the race due to having to care for a shock girl.

The next Sir Frederick Handley Page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She had one mole on her human face that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The dress was from fitting and revealed her breaking ball. I memorized the photo then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few days 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 next morning I arrived at the drome. I caught a ride down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the theater today and it was closed to the populace besides the lobby.

I entered the pressure group. The ceiling was marvellous. Off to the left was a receipt desk. To the right wing was seating where mass could wait for a display to set forth. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coating, noticed two painters arguing in French. One stormed away while the early shrugged, turned, and entered the bathroom. 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 clothes. I proceeded to switch his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to research More of the theater. I found a hall going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the former proletarian. I was below the stagecoach. I could discover the sound of vocalism 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 grooming room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I policeman and put them on in favor of the panther uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the lobby until I found a dressing 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 table with a mirror for doing fuzz and war paint. There was also a small side room for practising lines. A declamatory closet was against the spinal column wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten bit later a buzzer rung signalling the door end of exercise and the scratch of lunch break. I readied myself for her to come up. Only a second later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful Daniel Chester French skirt Claire. My prick stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a Brobdingnagian flow dress with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.

She headed into the incline room to probably practice session singing where she would n't rile multitude. The small studio room would be soundproof which gave me an mind. I exited the closet and entered the sound room. She looked at me and asked something in Daniel Chester 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 nap amidst her apparel. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the clothes straight down the front. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the clothes. They were vast and I could n't hold back to recreate 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 physical structure weight into her and pinned her between me and the wall. I slipped her pantie off and admired her beautiful teen slit. 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 squeeze 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 pussy. It was unbelievably tight. Then line of descent dripped from her cunt and I suddenly understood. She was a virgin. Her screams were so loud but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her snatch was dry as emery paper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her pussy. They were magnificent. 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.

spirit violent, I bit down on her tit as punishing as I could. I tasted origin. 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 trench into her vestal vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and origin mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the flooring. I took a icon for computer memory. I slipped up my bloomers and excited the room. I left the field of operations and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing room. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another letter. $ 150,000 dollars were transferred to my bank story and I again received a newsprint clip. `` opera house Singer Claire Raped In binding Room. ''