I thought she’d been reserved and kind of formal with Jannie during our lesson but she didn’t have any reservations getting excited with Vinnie. �...�I want to play Libertango.” Piazzolla wrote the piece for flute and guitar and I’d done a solo rendition during my performance with Brittany and Sophie. Vinnie gave us some instructions before we started playing and stressed how important it was for us to connect on the piece. We had to play it as if we were dancing a tango with each other.Once wasn’t. Before I even collected myself enough to pull my pants up the click of high heels went hastily past my booth down the short hallway. The video was still playing. It was stupid. I felt empty. I entered the dimly lit hallway from the dark booth. There at the end, silhouetted by the lights from the main part of the store she stood with her hip cocked, long legs in tight jeans, her arms crossed. Back lit, I couldn't see her face, but there was no mistaking Cindy. I was stunned, frozen. She spread. ”“They are making me horny,” Emily exclaimed.“Me too.”replied Esme. “Usually, when this happens I try to distract myself until its over.”“What do you do?”Esme turned a deep red that extended down to her breasts. “God, Em, don’t ask...”“Oops, I should have thought of that.” Emily pulled Esme closer. She kissed her softly. “You know I could do a little rug munching to help you out here.”“Oh, Em, you can’t ... I don’t have a rug any more. Perhaps, you could do some spelunking instead.” Esme. "No my dear, I certainly don't need a maid or a gardener. However, I do have something in mind. I'd like for you to follow me upstairs please."The woman led her up the huge staircase and down a hallway to a bedroom. Once inside, the woman closed and locked the door, letting Sandra see her do it."Uh, why are you locking the door? What are we in here for?" I'm going to repeat my warning to you Sandra. You must comply with my wishes, all of my wishes, whatever I might desire. Do you agree?"Sandra.