She then suggested we go to the changing rooms at the back of the shop to try everything on. However they were changing rooms with a difference, first...of all while there were cubicles there were no doors or curtains. Obviously, given the nature of what was being bought some customers couldn't wait to get home. We passed one cubicle were a bimbo, somewhat older than Cindy was sucking off a tall lean African guy. One other cubicle was occupied where one a guy was furiously fucking a woman up. Nice to have your bitch clean your cock after a good fuck.Kathy jump up off the couch and ran to the bathroom laughing all the way there and back. She love it were her words and wished there was more. Like a well-timed play the doorbell rang again and Kathy looked at me with a smile saying, you have got to be k**ding. I answered the bell and let the next to cocks for my wife’s pussy. Jake a tall black man with a nice look and body went right into the living room followed closely by Robert. We would have a good laugh about it later. This is all we could hear:“Hi, Bob.”“No, this is Barb.”“I know you usually work with Helen but she is … indisposed right now.”“Well you’ll have to settle for one of the owners.” Laughter.“No, she is just getting a … let’s say a tongue lashing from Michele right now.”“Serious? Well I suspect right about now they are both pretty well caught up in it. But Helen is holding her own and giving back as much as she is receiving, I think.” I felt and heard. One of the girls – the one in a pink and violet outfit, was wearing high heels. At other times of the day they would adjust head scarves and give me only a momentary glimpse of their faces – too soon to tell anything about them before it was covered again. I listened to them, asked polite questions, laughed with them, had another good dinner and we all retired to the front room again for after-dinner tea, sitting around the room in a circle in different chairs. By now the sun had set and it.