His hands went back to my hair, sending me the message I knew all too well. It was time to try out Chris's double sucking request. I switched my atten...ion back to hubby's cock and slid it between my lips. After a few delicious licks I guided Chris's into my mouth – letting it touch its warm, fleshy neighbour. My fingers held both in position so I could pump them gently, while my tongue danced wildly over the two heads. What's that saying…"cock heaven?" My mouth was being fucked by two beautiful. It was then I looked at her in that sense, she was mopping the floor facing us kneeling down. Her saree across her bosom was a little down revealing her cleavage. I looked at her but didn't have any thoughts about the issue. After a few days everybody left and only our family was remaining. The next few days were nice as we had our first sister-in-law (bhabhi) and talked about a lot of things. But in these days every time Kavitha was mopping the floor I used to peep at her cleavage and it. ”“Has she ever once objected to being tied up?”“Not once,” I spoke with such certainty. “If she had, I would have stopped. If she gave any indication that she was in true discomfort or if she felt in danger of lasting harm, I would stop.”“And how would you know?”“Safewords, like in any proper BDSM play. For us, it’s red light. If she says that, I know to stop.” Not that she had ever once said it. But she could.“And if she were gagged?” he asked.“Rapid eye blinks and general thrashing. I would. The next morning, my alarm went off at 5:15 and I felt like I wanted to cry. I dragged myself out of bed and directly into the shower. I started washing my shoulder-length brown hair. "Fuck!," I thought as I realized I wouldn't have time to dry it. I should have skipped my hair, but it was too late now. I finished my shower and threw on some clothes. I packed a change of clothes, too, in case I got messy at work.It was a chilly morning, which made me regret my wet hair even more. I had tied it.