Your best bet is to say, "Yes, dear" and then just do whatever it is they tell you.However, when it came time to build the guest house, it was all me....It's a two-story building with a small living space on the upper level and a garage/workshop on the bottom floor. Since the ground around our house slopes as you go around back, there are entrances to both levels that don't involve any steps. On one side downstairs is a shop for all my tools including a woodworking bench and space large enough to. Walking around to the rear she peeked through the window and saw some empty beer cans in the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone downstairs and so Maria silently let herself into the house. She slipped off her shoes and held them in her hand and she listened intently. She could hear noise from upstairs and so quietly climbed the stairs, she could now clearly hear the voices of her daughter and her two friends but not what was being said. Slowly she crept along the hallway, Stephanie’s bedroom. Please," the maid gestured to a couch on one side of the room, "make yourselves comfortable." Comfortable" was not the word that could be used of Cherie's husband. Paul was sat on a heavy wooden chair on the far side of the room, held there by thick ropes and with a large red ball gag wedged in his mouth. He was still wearing the grey silk suit that the girls had seen him in earlier but drool from his gagged mouth stained his jacket and a dark patch spreading around his crotch from beneath his. I'd never had any homosexual thoughts in my life yet here I was, yearning to get another chance to run my tongue along the underside of his 8 inches. It was a feeling I'd not felt since the first time I ate a girl's pussy. Somehow, being given the green light from Helen, her partner and my wife, made me lose any inibition about what was going down; pure lust took over and I felt ready to do almost anything.Pete's breathing intensified, his thrusting becoming a pounding as he slammed his hips.