The ranks were to be painted on helmets and safety gear.On the shirt was the only permanently attached name and rank. It was on the right front - over...the pocket - the same as the military used. My gear was camo but all of the security people were issued brown as it was not as hot as black uniforms. In the sun black uniforms cooked you - good in cold weather, not so much in hot.All the other parts were also sewn to Velcro so they could be changed as needed.There were six from customs who went. As you embrace again in a passionate kiss, his hands run down your back to your firm, round behind, and he presses your hand against him so that you can feel the hardness in his pants. The men have noticed, and their conversation becomes more subdued now. They may have changed topics to the exhibition of passion behind them, but I don't understand Japanese.Constantine slides one hand up your side, under your blouse, and gives your breast a gentle squeeze while pinching your nipple through the. I could smell someone (or maybe several people) sparking up a joint somewhere in the crowd that they’d managed to get past security. The girl in front of me was dancing even more sexily, letting her hands slide over her dress, and through her hair. I’d come to watch the band, but I found myself getting more and more distracted by her hypnotic ass.The following song was faster and more aggressive, almost punkish. The crowd responded, bouncing and pumping their fists in the air. Then the band. Karen looked in the opposing mirror for guidance as she felt the warming sensation tingle her pussy as she moved the device over the patches of hair. Within minutes Karen was as smooth and bare as a little schoolgirl and she switched off the device to take another look at herself in the mirror.After a short self inspection, Karen put on a short silk robe that had been hanging on the wall and proceeded to her bedroom to put on some underwear. She opened the door to her room and found James.