“Yo dawgs—ya'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi”? The two mexican dudes walk around to check out the view, and each exclaim that had never ...een such a hairy ass on a white-boi. “I mean fuck—you can't even see his hole, it's so dense”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply “You gotta find it with ur tongue”. Dude gives me another hard slap to my ass, and I'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up, “Yo boss—I'll find that hole for ya” Dude grins, and steps back and allows the. A bottle of champagne on opening night, frozen cocktails at cast parties after the show closes, beer in the dressing room after rehearsals, wine during casting meetings. It was inevitable.There are two groups of theatre people who don't drink: children and the "recovering" ones. The children were ignored, and the recovering ones were revered. Not admired, really, but looked on as oddities. Respected, but not really a 'part' of things.Actors are unbelievably selfish creatures. They're shallow. The mixture of my saliva and her juices made the panties soaking wet. So I took them off and she is now completely naked and mines for the taking. I grabbed her camera and took pictures of her like how she was of me. I told her to play with herself so she can get even wetter (which was probably impossible cause she was already so wet, but she sure did try hard though.) She was fingering herself and pinching her nipples. Her moans echoed through out the studio and I was getting every picture of. I am appreciative, after undergoing a lengthy process of form filling and photo uploads, of reaching this stage. I am wearing a white fringed lace lingerie dress with a two-tiered fringe hem, back keyhole, detachable garter straps and matching thong, black heels, heavy make up to accentuate my Spanish features and long red coat. I am dressed to kill. After a good look over me, the male guard leads me into a small room for personal screening. In the room he locks the door, approaches me and.