The next day I took a planer back to the United States. I had to be careful as the problem with violation is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My agency gave me newspaper to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed abode.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the contentedness of the envelope. A letter gave me the rundown of the succeeding foreign 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 authoritative politician. Our client hopes to get her father to draw in out of the race due to having to give care for a traumatise daughter.

The next page showed me her picture. She was a brunette with blue optic. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her creative thinker of sexy. She wore a rig that screamed wealthiness and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The garb was from fitting and revealed her breaking ball. I memorized the picture then read the legend. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my bounteousness 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 aeroplane. The following morning I arrived at the airport. I caught a ride down to the opera house house where she was rehearsing that day. There was expression going on in the theater today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the foyer. The cap was magniloquent. Off to the left wing was a reception desk. To the right was seating where mass could await for a show to come out. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two painters arguing in French. One stormed away while the former shrugged, turned, and entered the bathroom. I followed him in. He unzipped his bloomers 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 washables container for towels.

I then began to explore Thomas More of the theater. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the former workers. I was below the level. I could hear the sound of spokesperson singing above. I wandered around until I found a stairway that led up to the wing area. I went up the stairs.

At the top was a mantle. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favor of the puma uniform. Then I exited the binding room. I was greeted by a large hall lined with multiple threshold. I continued down the Radclyffe Hall until I found a dressing way 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 hair and makeup. There was also a small side elbow room for practising wrinkle. A large cupboard was against the backwards wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell round signalling the door end of practice and the commencement of dejeuner break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a minute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful Daniel Chester French 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 breasts look enormous.

She headed into the side elbow room to probably practice singing where she would n't annoy masses. The slight studio apartment elbow room would be soundproof which gave me an theme. I exited the wardrobe and entered the phone way. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof door and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't sympathize 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 peck amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the attire straight down the front. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I could n't expect to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the clothes she was no wearing nothing but a twosome of panty. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my body weight into her and pinned her between me and the wall. I slipped her panty 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 sound off about something consistently. I continued to press 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 afters, teenager kitty. It was unbelievably blind drunk. Then line of descent dripped from her pussy and I suddenly understood. She was a Virgo the Virgin. Her scream were so loud but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her puss was dry as sandpaper. 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 dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

touch violent, I bit down on her breast as hard as I could. I tasted descent. She screamed again even louder then before. I spit her tit out. I was getting close to cumming now. I tensed up, and snapshot my sperm cell deep into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the land she continued to cry. A cum and line salmagundi flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a movie for memories. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the theater 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 dollar bill were transferred to my bank report and I again received a newspaper clip. `` Opera vocalist Claire Raped In fertilization room. ''