Soon there tongues were sucking on each other and Kala got into the swing of the mood, they held onto each other's boobs, squeezing them while passion...tely kissing each other.When Sumathi finally stopped kissing, she hugged Kala and said, “I like you to be my girl friend”.Kala was shocked. “What do you mean?”“Doing what we just did, but on a regular basis.”For a village bumpkin, Kala was no fool. It suddenly dawned on her that she was on a very good wicket. “mmm. I am not sure” she murmured.. " Mrs. Wilcox, was this really for me or for yourself?" Seeing you again, I can't tell. I don't love my husband. He treats me just like I was one of his horses. Something to own. He is all feathers and no turkey. I listened to Papa and followed his wishes. Even he knows it was all a mistake. Papa has threatened to horsewhip my husband if he ever abuses me." Mrs. Wilcox, you know I can't do anything. I can't come live that close to you. I'd see your husband do or say something to you and I'd be. I nodded, and we bundled up our clothes in our arms and headed up to the third floor of the house where my room was.Upon arriving at the third floor, we both dropped our clothes on the floor and she came to me,put her arms around me and kissed me frantically while she rubbed her now very wet pussy on my leg. She pulled me to the bed, and we both climbed onto it, moved to the center wherewe lay next to each other kissing and running our hands over each other. I pushed myself upand over her. I went back to the bedroom, searching through drawers until I found what I was after, then returned to the spare room. She was back into an intense cycle when I got there, her ass once again in the air, hips churning madly in search of the elusive orgasm.Her concentration was so focused on the screen and her clit that she never noticed as I tied a silk scarf around her left ankle, securing it to the leg of the chair. Her right ankle followed, still without her noticing. I tied a couple of loops.