This wig must have been over 12" long, and was teased up into a very glamorous style.Kim pinned back my own hair, then carefully stretched the wig ove... my head, being careful not to mess up my makeup. After a couple of minutes of tugging and pulling she finally had it in place and then pinned it firmly to my hair. She spent five minutes with a brush and heated tongs, teasing it into just the right style. I could feel the hair brushing gently against my shoulders, back and chest as I moved my . And a camera.She wore four inch black heels.Claire during the day was an arobics instructor. This was her job at night.She entered the floor calmlyShe started walking into the black office. Dimmly lit by the surrounding buildings and street lights.The man who was in more fear and panic then anything breathed relentlessly.Sweat covering his head. His neck and hands twitched. He felt movement under his skin that made him want to gag.His veins had turned black.He was once a normal human who. ”“Marcus, are you crazy?! After everything you’ve been told about drugs and after all the times we’ve warned you about their dangers, you would resort to using heroine?” my dad exclaimed, more upset and desperate than angry at me. “Well it’s not like my life can get any worse!” I yelled before getting up and storming out of the office.In the weeks that passed, my parents tried to limit the amount of pills I took, but it was just as difficult for them as it was for me, because just by looking at. ”“I bet you do, Daddy!”Wilk grinned, “Always.”A few people spotted the short, dark-skinned man walking alongside the five-foot-nine, big booty boi. Wilk was careful not to be handsy on the way to the car. Once inside though, he pulled out his dick and Royalty went to work sucking it as the married man drove. “Damn, baby,” groaned Wilk. Royalty slobbered all over his eight inch rod. “Ah fuck! I need that ass!”“Pull over, Daddy,” the server begged him.“Hell yeah!”Wilk navigated to a dark side.