" Football." said my husband. "I can't see any of us saying that accidentally." Football it is," said Eve. "Now, if either of you feel even the least ...it uncomfortable, just say the safe word and everything stops immediately. We all have to agree if we're going to trust each other, agreed?" I looked at Greg and we both nodded at the same time. "Excellent," said Eve smiling, "Now do either have any hang-ups about bi-sexuality?" I know Greg isn't interested for himself but I also know that he'd. I had to stare. I mean … Jesus… When she turned to face me again her eyes were shining. She’d caught me gawping and the corner of her mouth twitched. ‘If I’m on the stairs,’ she giggled. ‘Anyone could see me knickers.’ That vision appeared across my mind’s eye. In my head I could just picture her on the stairs ahead of me, giggling as she climbed, all plump and packed into her underwear. I could see the flimsy scrap of material nestled close to her body. During that quick fantasy moment I could. After a long session of them fucking you deep into your pussy, and your legs still spread eagle, and your arms still tied to the side of the bed, i let the japanese guy cum first into you pussy. He slowly strokes and presses his cock deep into as he unloads his hot cum. As he unloads, it sends you over the edge and you begin to cum has he continues to unload. Your body twitching, abs tight, and limbs pulling onto the restraints. The white guy is next. He pushes his cock into as your recover. That was a little disappointing, but I had to get to swim practice so I didn't worry too much. After dinner I masturbated again. This time when I was on the edge I was able to hold back and go a little longer without cumming before I had to stop. I reported this back to Peter and again there was no response. That night in bed I really wanted to masturbate again, but I held true and controlled myself. I didn't sleep well, but I had obeyed the rules. It was one small victory for me.Friday morning.