After taking almost an hour to reach the studio from my small apartment, I entered the studio where a security guard stopped me. “You got a pass?”...The huge muscular security guard asked me. “I do in fact,” I said as I reached into my bag to grab my pass to show the guard. “Here you go.”He took the pass from my hand and stamped it with a special stamp. “Have a nice day sir.” “Thanks.” I said as walked past the guard and entered the studio. All of the set pieces we needed for the video were all. I run my hands over him and feel the various muscles down his side and resting them on his hips like I would a woman, like I would you. I find it me who is pulling close now, and I force my tongue over his own and into his mouth where I take in his flavors.He allows me in and I feel our tongue lock and slide over one another, teasing and flicking and wrestling for dominance over the other. I feel him almost shake as I run my hand farther down over his stomach and I can practically feel what he. The knife instead made contact with the straps of her nightgown, easily slicing through the fabric. He dropped the knife to the mattress, pointing towards her side, she noted with apprehension, and tugged the nightgown down over her legs and off of her body. She was now clad only in her pink panties, boyshorts made entirely of lace. She felt so completely exposed and embarrassed. Shamed at not being able to cover herself, she covered the only thing she could. Turning her head, she buried her. They walked in at the same time I did. However, I was the only one approached by this light-skinned black man in a security guard uniform. He asked me to leave my bag at the counter, for security reasons. I was rather surprised, to tell you the truth. When I asked the man why he wanted me to leave my bag at the counter, he told me that it was store policy. I pointed to the hefty white woman with the oversized shopping bag and her son’s backpack. The security guard said they weren’t a risk,.