Let’s just call him E. We had some good fun & mutual adventures. Since E; was a slightly prejudiced old white guy, I enjoyed having him help me prep... and get ready to go downstairs to find a potential Black costar. Yes, living in a nasty neighborhood where one gets a reputation fairly fast worked fine for me. My favorite weekend fun eventually became going to ghetto after bar parties but that is another story………..inviting kinky Black Men up to my place to party while my white boyfriend filmed is. The beach was somewhat secluded to begin with, and was mainly owned by beachfront property owners. From where I was standing, it didn’t look like anyone else was going to be on the beach for the evening. I’d be able to take some scenic shots, and not have to worry about people being caught in the frame.As I looked over towards the horizon, with the sun just about to dip over the line of ocean, I took the opportunity to get a shot of it. I had to change my settings quickly, and switched to a. My logical mind was still exhorting me to keep looking for answers I could understand; my body, on the other hand, was urging me to surrender to the desire that was building between my legs and percolating tantalisingly through my body. I squeezed my thighs tightly together as my body and mind wrestled. Then, slowly, the fingers of my right hand began to move over my warm torso and find my left breast. Under the palm of my hand I could feel my nipple, engorged and tense, pressing insistently. Itrusted her for some reason and she took me back to the "break" room but we had to walk through where they have the movie previews and i noticed the older guys followed/as i walk in this very dark hallway there seemed to be about 15 more older men and i could see some of the booths open and could see and hear the sex movies so i get back to a safe room and asked melissa what are those guys doing and she said they are just perverts and wont bother u.melissa pulls out a pipe and takes a hit of.