" She stopped me."Look Jesse I'm sorry about teasing you like that but it's rare we get male caregivers and the look on your face when she grabbed you... cock was just precious, I'm sorry I just couldn't resist." Yea ... well that's alright but what I was wondering was ... that you, ah ... seemed to spend a lot of time washing her between her legs and then there was your finger..." She was eating a cookie and my words stopped her dead in her tracks, her arm in mid air, then she looked around the. Questioning could wait until later."What are you going to do with me?" Margaret questioned."Tonight, nothing. In the morning we’ll discus your options which will include going back to living on the streets. For now though, I’m going to make us some tea and will bring it here as soon as it is ready. Leave the door ajar. Later we’ll eat. It sure looks as if you could do with something inside your belly, Margaret. You take sugar?" With these words the man left, returning some ten minutes later. Then a woman would take over the job of sanding them down. They’d be doing the same with making the saddle. I’d cut and shape the seat and saddle horn and I’d supervise the cutting and shaping of the skins, but the women would do the sewing and all the little details that needed to be seen to in completing the finished product.In addition to these two major projects, I intended to introduce a new technology to the lives of my people. I was going to make a loom. The people knew how to weave; I’d. I blew on her cunt and she shivered like she was freezing. Instead of diving right into her temple to worship, I decided to take a detour in the insides of her smooth thighs. I planted kisses there mere inches from her forbidden queendom but not actually crossing the borders to greet the "queen" herself. The proximity to her pussy glistening with her juices beckoned to me like a siren song. Slowly but surely, my face inched closer to it. My nostrils was filled with her scent. I tasted her sweet.