Me :yes malkin, you are my god I will worship your feet.K : nice bitch, ohh I forgot to tell we have a guest here. Aur mai chatihoon tum hamare guest ...i aisehi welcome karo.Me: yes mistress…!Then I felt another feet on my face, so I kissed it and started worshiping their feets. It continued for about some time and when it was over my mistress spoke.K: how was that bitch?Me: I liked it mam.K: do you want to meet our guest.Me: yes mam.K: ok.Then she removed my blindfold but my eyes ware still. The house was held up by the beams, the vertical boards were a base for the siding.The dimensional lumber used far less wood and the work was mostly done on the flat deck of the floor. It doesn't look like it, but semi skilled labor could build the basic body of a stick built house, while it took a real master to lay out and build a post and beam house.Timbers for timber built houses left a lot of scrap, generally used more trees and took a long time to dry. But a reasonable sized house could. She spent a large part of this day living out her fantasies but she’s too scared to admit it; scared of her husband’s reaction to the truth and probably too scared to admit the truth even to herself. I suppose I can’t blame her for that. Living out fantasies like hers can’t be the best thing for a marriage, especially a marriage that hasn’t yet lasted half a year.She seems to have forgotten I’m out here listening. Either that or she intends for me to know how she really feels about the things I. I put two fingers on her crack then pushed into her while I kissed then sucked on the lips of her pussy. I don’t know how long I licked her with my fingers pumping in and out but she soon started crying out in short yelps, her body was bucking against the assault of my mouth and hand. I had given her an orgasm, a first for us. She backed away from me and almost fell on to couch, the short nightie pulled up to reveal her secrets. I stepped between her legs, spread them wide with my hands.