The following day I took a aeroplane back to the United States. I had to be careful as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My representation gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed dwelling house.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the contents of the envelope. A alphabetic character gave me the rundown of the adjacent charge. I was heading to French capital. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My butt was an actress in an opera. She was the girl of an important pol. Our guest hopes to get her Father-God to pull out of the race due to having to handle for a traumatize girl.

The succeeding page showed me her flick. She was a brunet with blue centre. She had one mole on her face that honestly made her judgement of sexy. She wore a outfit that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized nipple. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curves. I memorized the scene then read the legend. Her epithet was Claire Dufour.

I stayed dwelling house for a few days and enjoyed my bountifulness from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to French capital. I used my newspaper that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The adjacent morning I arrived at the airdrome. I caught a ride down to the Opera sign of the zodiac where she was rehearsing that day. There was building going on in the theater today and it was closed to the populace besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The cap was tall. Off to the left was a reception desk. To the right was seating where people could hold back for a show to start. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two catamount arguing in French. One stormed away while the other 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 away his clay in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore more of the theater. I found a hall going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the former workers. I was below the point. I could hear the strait of voices 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 pall. I peeked around it seeing an empty-bellied stuffing way. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officeholder and put them on in party favour of the painters uniform. Then I exited the stuffing way. I was greeted by a prominent hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a medical dressing elbow room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the threshold. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me.

Inside was a table with a mirror for doing haircloth and physical composition. There was also a small side room for practising lines. A with child closet was against the back wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten hour later a toll rundle signalling the door end of practice and the starting signal of luncheon break. I readied myself for her to come. Only a minute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful Gallic chick Claire. My cock stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a vast flow garb with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.

She headed into the side room to probably practice singing where she would n't annoy people. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an estimation. I exited the press and entered the sound room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof threshold and locked it. She suddenly looked very spooky. 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 priming coat. She screamed and landed in a great deal amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the wearing apparel straight down the front end. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the clothes. They were huge and I could n't wait to flirt with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing nothing 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 stripling pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain 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, adolescent pussy. It was unbelievably tight. Then blood dripped from her pussy and I suddenly understood. She was a virgin. Her screams were so tawdry 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 puss. They were brilliant. 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 breast 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 scoot my spermatozoon deep into her virgin vagina. I threw her on the terra firma she continued to cry. A cum and blood mixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a picture show for retentivity. I slipped up my pants and excited the elbow room. I left the dramatics and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing way. I left immediately.

wThe future day in my hotel I was sent another missive. $ 150,000 buck were transferred to my bank accounting and I again received a newsprint clip. `` opera house Isaac M. Singer Claire Raped In Dressing elbow room. ''