The adjacent day I took a plane back to the United DoS. I had to be careful as the problem with ravishment is you leave your DNA tithe setting. My office gave me paper to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed home.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter of the alphabet had been pushed under my door. I emptied the contents of the envelope. A letter gave me the rundown of the following mission. I was heading to genus Paris. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My object was an actress in an opera. She was the daughter of an important politician. Our client hopes to get her forefather to force out of the race due to having to care for a shock daughter.

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

I stayed home plate 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 first light I arrived at the aerodrome. I caught a ride down to the Opera theatre where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the theater today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the entrance hall. The ceiling was tall. Off to the leftfield was a reception desk. To the right was seating where people could waitress for a appearance to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two cougar arguing in Daniel Chester French. One stormed away while the other 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 throw his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore Sir Thomas More of the theater. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the other workers. I was below the stage. I could hear the sound of interpreter 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 drape. I peeked around it seeing an hollow dressing room. I walked over to a single-foot of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the dorm until I found a fertilization room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the door. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the room access behind me.

Inside was a table with a mirror for doing tomentum and constitution. There was also a minuscule side room for practising lines. A large W.C. was against the endorse wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell rung signalling the door end of practice and the start of lunch break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a arcminute 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 flow dress with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.

She headed into the side room to probably exercise singing where she would n't devil the great unwashed. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the press and entered the auditory sensation room. She looked at me and asked something in French people. Silently I closed the soundproof door and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't empathize what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the basis. She screamed and landed in a megabucks amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the dress straight down the front. Her bosom popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I could n't wait to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the apparel she was no wearing naught but a pair of scanty. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my dead body weight into her and pinned her between me and the bulwark. I slipped her panty off and admired her beautiful teen pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the knocker made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain about something consistently. I continued to compress her against the paries as I pulled out my rod. She started at it and seemed to gulp.

I grabbed my clock and rammed it into her sugariness, teen slit. It was unbelievably besotted. Then lineage dripped from her pussy 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 pussy was dry as sandpaper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her twat. They were magnificent. I reached out and grabbed one. I squeezed the nipple. Some milk dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

Feeling violent, I bit down on her boob 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 deep into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and pedigree mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a impression for memories. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the theatre and retrieved my coating after changing in the changing way. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another missive. $ 150,000 dollar sign were transferred to my banking company write up and I again received a newspaper clip. `` Opera vocaliser Claire Raped In Dressing Room. ''