My legs began to go all weak. By now both of them had thrown away their paper plates. In a very weird voice she said: Asha, let us sit here quietly fo... a while, the scene looks so pretty. I was quite ready to sit for as long as the scene in the mirror looked exciting. By now he had put his hand inside her shalwar. I could only see his hand shaking. His cock was still getting a rub from her. She now bent and took it in her mouth. He was fondling her hair. Then he looked up and saw me in the rear. Like all my other writings, this is also a lengthy one, people who read mine regularly know this so moving on quickly. After my publishing my sex story with Riya, I received an email from a person called Megha Sharma which contained feedback, compliments, and request for a conversation. I replied back and obliged to the request for a chat.So our journey started, we spoke from awkward requested personal messages to pinpoint erotic sexual questions, we spoke about everything, we exchanged. "Can you live with just a blow job for tonight?" I asked."Sure sweetheart, whatever you are comfortable with," John replied.So I took the blanket off us and I leaned down towards his cock. It was hard, but not really hard though. Maybe I had taken him out of the mood at least a little, but he still settled for a blow job for the time being. So I took his cock into my mouth."Oh yes sweetie, just like that. Don't let those two get you down," John said.That helped a little, I went down as far as I. I pull them tight enough to make sure you can’t get out but not so tight they’re uncomfortable. You give a few test tugs, trying to escape and find you can’t.I tie a taut-line hitch at each end of the other necktie and put it around your left ankle making sure it’s not too tight. Then I run the other end through the footboard and put it on your right ankle. Once you’re secure I drop my robe to the floor, I approach you with the blindfold in my hands. You’re staring at my engorged cock, knowing.