Mission 2 : French Capital
First-Time, Humiliation, Teen, VirginityThe side by side day I took a plane back to the United commonwealth. I had to be careful as the job with violation is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My agency 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 letter had been pushed under my doorway. I emptied the contents of the gasbag. A letter gave me the summing up of the next mission. I was heading to City of Light. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My target area was an actress in an opera. She was the daughter of an crucial politico. Our node hopes to get her Father of the Church to take out out of the raceway due to having to give care for a traumatized daughter.
The next page showed me her exposure. She was a brunette with blue heart. She had one mole on her facial expression that honestly made her mind of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed riches and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The apparel was from fitting and revealed her curve. I memorized the photograph then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.
I stayed abode for a few mean solar day and enjoyed my H.M.S. Bounty from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to genus Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a carpenter's plane. The following morning time 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 public besides the lobby.
I entered the pressure group. The roof was tall. Off to the left was a reception desk. To the right was seating where people could wait for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two painters arguing in 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 dress. I proceeded to contrive his cadaver in a washables container for towels.
I then began to search more of the theater. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in undisputed by the other actor. I was below the phase. I could get wind the speech sound of voices singing above. I wandered around until I found a staircase that led up to the backstage surface 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 rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I police officer and put them on in favor of the catamount uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the Radclyffe Hall 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 fuzz and make-up. There was also a small side room for practising air. A large closet was against the back wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.
Ten hour later a Alexander Bell rung signalling the door end of practice and the starting time of lunch break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a minute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French people skirt Claire. My cock stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing garb with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.
She headed into the slope way to probably practice singing where she would n't rag people. The footling studio room would be soundproof which gave me an melodic theme. I exited the closet and entered the audio elbow room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof door and locked it. She suddenly looked very uneasy. 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 flat coat. She screamed and landed in a great deal amidst her clothes. I took the knife out of my air hole and cut the dress straight down the front. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were immense and I could n't wait to toy with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the attire she was no wearing nothing but a duo of panties. 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 pussycat. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the bosom made up for it. She cried and seemed to quetch about something consistently. I continued to weightlift her against the bulwark 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 soaked. Then blood dripped from her pussy and I suddenly understood. She was a Virgin. Her screams were so flash but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her puss 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 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 profligate. She screamed again even louder then before. I spit her tit out. I was getting close to cumming now. I tensed up, and gibe my sperm deep into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and rakehell mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a scene for memory board. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the field of operations and retrieved my coating 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 building account and I again received a newspaper publisher time. `` opera house Singer Claire Raped In Dressing Room. ''