The next day I took a plane back to the United province. I had to be careful as the trouble with ravishment is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My agency gave me theme to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed base.

When I arrived back at my flat, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the cognitive content of the envelope. 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 important politician. Our guest hopes to get her father to pull out of the backwash due to having to handle for a traumatized girl.

The succeeding page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue optic. She had one bulwark 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 curves. I memorized the painting then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few years and enjoyed my bountifulness from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Republic of Cuba to get on a planer. The next morning I arrived at the airport. 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 world besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The ceiling was magniloquent. Off to the leftfield was a reception desk. To the right was seating where hoi polloi could wait for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two panther arguing in French. One stormed away while the other shrugged, turned, and entered the bathroom. I followed him in. He unzipped his pant 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 clay in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore more of the theater of operations. I found a hall going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the other proletarian. I was below the stage. I could take heed the audio of phonation 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 drapery. I peeked around it seeing an empty fecundation way. I walked over to a wheel of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favor of the puma uniform. Then I exited the fertilization room. I was greeted by a tumid hallway lined with multiple door. I continued down the dorm until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the room access. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me.

Inside was a table with a mirror for doing hair and makeup. There was also a diminished side room for practising line of products. A large cupboard was against the back wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten hour later a bell shape rung signalling the door end of practice and the start of lunch recess. I readied myself for her to come up. Only a moment later the doorhandle turned and in came the beautiful French people 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 breast look enormous.

She headed into the face way to probably practice singing where she would n't annoy mass. The little studio elbow room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the W.C. and entered the audio elbow room. She looked at me and asked something in French people. Silently I closed the soundproof threshold 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 passel amidst her frock. I took the tongue out of my pocket and cut the wearing apparel straight down the front. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the garb. They were huge and I could n't wait to take on with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing cipher but a pair of scanty. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my body weight into her and pinned her between me and the wall. I slipped her panties 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 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, teenage pussy. It was unbelievably tight. Then blood dripped from her pussycat 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 twat was dry as emery paper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her pussy. They were splendid. 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.

opinion violent, I bit down on her chest 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 mysterious into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and bloodline variety flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a picture for store. I slipped up my pants 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 dollars were transferred to my cant account and I again received a newspaper cartridge clip. `` Opera vocalist Claire Raped In Dressing room. ''