The hand withdrew from my pants and I zipped my fly myself. When the lights came on the distinguished man and his companion hurried up the isle and we...followed them to the lobby to find drinks. My wife and I found the bar and ordered drinks. "Did you get into the opera?" she asked. "You weren't as active in my pussy as you usually are," she said. "I'm probably just tired, but I'll make up for it during the second act," I said.Just then the woman who sat next to me came to the bar, alone, . Slowly he rubbed his hot penis to my ass and rubbed. I got shivered. As there was no negative reaction from my side, he slowly put his hand on my pant zip. With his action, My rod was erected. He pressed my dick twice. He took my hand and pulled towards his dick. His zip was opened already. I touched his dick. My god, it was about 9 inches fully erected. The cock was circumcised and like a big snake. I shivered. He laughed. My name is Baba Khan. your name? he asked. I said my name is Balu. Do u. Not that we were going to get caught but at least we had a cover, just in case.When the door finally opened, I stood up and rushed towards him. My kimono fell open as I half jogged across my hallway. Liam’s eyes went wide, he bit his lower lip and devoured my body.‘Fuck, I need you,’ he said.He kissed me hard and pushed me back against the nearest wall. His hands went straight for my tits and started to gently squeeze them.‘We shouldn’t do this here,’ he said between mouthfuls of nipple.He. I absorbed all of this slowly. According to this security guard, the store had a policy of asking people to leave their bags at the counter. Yet that day, the policy only applied to me. Why? I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. I am a black man in America. And I’m entering a department store. Of course my presence makes the store owners, clients and personnel nervous. Of course they must ask me to leave my bag at the counter. It’s all part of Racial Profiling 101. In the.