The next day I took a plane back to the United States. I had to be careful as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My means gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed home plate.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a missive had been pushed under my doorway. I emptied the subject matter 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 objective was an actress in an Opera. She was the daughter of an authoritative politician. Our client hopes to get her founding father to draw out of the race due to having to care for a traumatized daughter.

The next pageboy showed me her word-painting. She was a brunette with puritanic heart. She had one mole on her brass 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 bend. I memorized the picture then read the subtitle. Her public figure was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few daytime and enjoyed my bounty from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my newspaper that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The next morning I arrived at the airdrome. I caught a ride down to the opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was grammatical construction going on in the theater today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The cap was marvellous. Off to the left was a reception desk. To the right was seating where people could wait for a appearance 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 former shrugged, turned, and entered the bath. 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 apparel. I proceeded to throw his cadaver in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to explore more of the dramatic art. I found a hallway going down to the basement. I walked in unquestioned by the former workers. I was below the stage. I could pick up the sound 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 vacuous dressing elbow room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officeholder and put them on in party 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 hall until I found a fertilization room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the doorway. 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 composition. There was also a small slope way for practising lines. A large water closet was against the rearward wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minute later a chime rung signalling the room access end of recitation and the starting signal of lunch fracture. I readied myself for her to come. Only a arcminute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful Gallic doll Claire. My cock stood to attending at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flow dress with a built in pushup that made her chest look enormous.

She headed into the side room to probably recitation singing where she would n't bother mass. The footling studio room would be soundproof which gave me an mind. I exited the W.C. and entered the strait way. 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 see what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the footing. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the dress straight down the presence. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I could n't expect to encounter with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the garb she was no wearing nothing but a span of panties. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my body weight into her and pinned her between me and the wall. I slipped her pantie off and admired her beautiful teen twat. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the bosom made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain about something consistently. I continued to press out 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 confection, teen pussy. It was unbelievably tight. Then descent dripped from her kitty-cat 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 turncock. Her pussycat 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.

spirit violent, I bit down on her bosom as grueling as I could. I tasted rake. 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 spermatozoan deep into her virtuous vagina. I threw her on the ground she continued to cry. A cum and blood admixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a pictorial matter for memories. I slipped up my knickers and excited the elbow room. I left the theater of operations and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing elbow room. I left immediately.

wThe next day in my hotel I was sent another missive. $ 150,000 dollar mark were transferred to my bank write up and I again received a paper clip. `` opera house Isaac Bashevis Singer Claire Raped In Dressing elbow room. ''