“Didn’t you have two hanks of blue on the shelf?” She looked down at the counter, picked up the hanks of red rope, and looked back up at me. “...ould you like me to get them?” Our eyes met. “Lets have a look, eh?”She started off towards the back of the store, and I followed. We passed her husband and his customer in the aisle as they walked forward towards the counter. “Hun” he called cheerily, “I’m off to the Post Office when I finish up.”She stopped and turned. “Get us some lunch, willya?”. And I did it; I felt not ashamed at all…Then I gasped again, as he suddenly lowered his tongue into my open hole, licking along the full slit of my tiny pussy. I moaned with pleasure; as that black man licked and sucked me…I felt his nose ground into my clit as he shoved his tongue deep within my snatch. I gasped again. My mind and body were responding totally to his caresses.I moaned in a soft, thick sound; as I saw the janitor's finger disappear into my tight pussy. But soon I groaned. “Thanks Drew! Real quick before she comes back, do you want a closer look at me than I could give you on my phone?” Without waiting for an answer she put her legs up on the edge of the couch, pulling her skirt down so it was at mid thigh, revealing her bald pussy, her puffy lips slightly parted and glistening as the late afternoon light shone through the thin fabric of her skirt. I couldn’t help myself with such a sight only a foot away, and I reached between her legs, palm up, and placed my. ‘Alright,’ the woman continued, ‘do you see how the thing is ‘parked’ by sliding the rod in the little gap up at the top?’ Cindy studied the metronome for a moment and nodded. ‘And do you see the sliding scale behind the rod? The weight slides up and down the rod. See the little numbers? They’re beats per minute. The higher the weight slides, the lower the number.’ ‘That makes sense,’ Cindy said, nodding. And then she read the words that were inscribed along with the numbers. ‘Presto, Allegro,.