Suddenly, his soft expression changed and he was all business. “We'll shoot the promo photographs first and by the time we're done, Mr. McKinley will have arrived and orgy we'll shoot the scene.” This news came as a welcomed relief. Sometimes because of scheduling conflicts on the set, directors required the talent to shoot the scene first and then take the promo photographs afterward. Of course, this was a colossal inconvenience because the promotional photographs can’t be taken if you're covered Lesbian in sweat and semen. So, taking photos after the shoot requires a shower then a second trip to hair, makeup, and wardrobe. I followed the production assistant to a small room off the kitchen which was serving as the Wardrobe Department. In reality, it was a small closet of a room that was packed with every different type of apparel from formal evening wear to very revealing club mini dresses. “You’re outfit is on the hanger to the left. Once you've changed, I’ll take you to the set.” I smiled politely at the production assistant and closed the door to the small room. My ‘wardrobe’ didn’t consist of much clothing. I picked up and inspected the Wicked Weasel micro bikini. It was the tri-top sailor model that featured white and fuchsia horizontal stripes. The babe top had small triangles to cover my breasts and the bottom was a modified thong that left much of my ass exposed. I slipped on the suit and my tennis shoes and decided to carry the clear plastic five-inch heeled sandals instead of wearing them. There was also a large, white terry cloth robe next to the bikini and I put that on as well. Thankfully, I’d already performed my ‘clean-out’ softcore routine which consisted of several enemas and a douche. The shoot always went smoother when I was ‘squeaky clean’ down there. The production assistant led me to the enormous backyard of the house which was enclosed with a ten-foot-tall cinder block security fence. There was a large in-ground swimming pool which was beset on all sides by grandiose Roman and Renaissance Era statues. Additionally, there were large decorative boulders that helped separate the tropical landscaping from the large, thick, green lawn. I noticed that Mr. Cross was on the other side of the pool and talking to one of the assistants who was making adjustments to a microphone that was on a long, metal boom. Once he saw me, he ended his conversation with oral the sound man and approached me. “Madi, you look absolutely divine.” I blushed slightly. “Thank you so much.” He looked down at his watch. “We'd better get started if we're going to stay on schedule.” He grabs both of her arms and holds them behind her back with on hand; the other hand grabs her hair. I would like to see who is coming and going. She whirled around. “Uncle Mike is taking us shopping for clothes” Lesbian they both said “and it’s oral a sale day.” Ok, who wants to ride down with me?” And I kinda had feelings for him but I just didn’t think I was gay. "I don't orgy know. I love watching you fucking a hung ladyboy with your lips and mouth. “Ssshhh,” let’s finish our dance first. Mixed in were drops of sizzling blood. Amy’s large breasts almost flowing over the top made her nipples rest on the edge of each cup, slipping the panties on she was softcore shocked babe to find they were crotchless!