Back at home in Delhi, I was always told not to speak to our driver or the cook or basically any other servant in the house. So naturally, I always ha... these urges to get fucked by men from low level society. The auto-drivers, the security guards, the lumberjacks; I wanted to fuck them all.It was the time after the sixth semester that everyone was busy preparing for placements. I didn’t want a job so early in my life.Besides any time I needed money, I just had to call up my dad. So I decided. .. a very, very pretty young girl. The crunching and snapping sounds that had woken Tom were from the sticks and twigs under foot as the girl had come through the trees to the lake’s edge.To Tom the young girl looked to be about the same age as he was and she was very beautiful indeed. Also, just like Tom, the young girl was not naked. She was wearing a lovely white mini-skirt around her very trim waist and hips with a matching white half-top that covered her tight little bust beautifully. The. ”“How do you feel about it?”“I’ll accept any decision that Cherie and Marg make. The decision has to be theirs.”We didn’t interrupt them but stayed in the bedroom talking and cuddling. Around thirty minutes later Cherie came to the bedroom with a couple of cups of coffee. She smiled at Julie but seemed to ignore me.I was a bit worried that she was angry with me. I was concerned for Marg. Had I broken up their relationship? I certainly hope not.“Goyse, do you mind leaving Julie and me alone for. ” John mused. “Sleeping areas as well. We can either use wattle walls, or hanging hides as dividers, for we don’t have enough panels to spare for internal partitions. Have you thought about roofing?”“No, that’s a point. The usual pointed thatched roof is not going to sit well on a square building, is it?”“True. How about a roof made of another panel, sloping from front to back. All the rain will run off at the back, out of the way. We simply make the front panel taller, and cut the side panels.