jersey_tickler
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“HAHAAHHAHAHAAAAAAANOOOOOOO”!
For one hour, the three had tickled Sophia nearly to death. Her body was unable to move because it was so week. She had started off flopping like a fish, but now she could barely even wiggle a toe. Leanne, being the feisty redhead that she was, took it to a different level. Colin and Michael had backed off, but Leanne wasn’t ready to quit yet. Apart from tickling the French woman, she began to pull Sophia’s hair, and bitten her toes. Sophia screamed and swore at Leanne. But then she proceeded to slap Sophia’s face.
“Shut the fuck up, you bloody fucking whore she spat, and then she twisted Sophia’s nipples, making titty twisters.
“OWWWWWWIE sobbed Sophia, please I’m so sorry, please stop”!
Leanne composed herself and then a calm came over her. Realizing she had gone too far, and that Sophia had not inflicted pain on her she stopped her torment.
“What about Thomas asked Colin, what shall we do with him”.
“Any ideas, Leelee asked Michael, what do you think”?
Leanne walked over to Thomas and kneeled down. She took off his hush puppies and black socks, wrinkling her nose as she did so. Instead of tickling him, she decided to give him something worse. Deny the pervert of what he craved most.
“Let’s tie put him on top of the French bitch she suggested, with his wiffy feet in her face”.
Michael and Colin picked up Thomas who was muffled with the tape, they set him on top of Sophia so that he was laying on his back with his heels resting on top of Sophia’s breasts. Now Sophia had to breathe in the weasel’s foot odor, and Leanne taped her mouth shut, so they she could only breathe through her nose.
Then the three of them left the building, Colin went to get the car, and Michael stayed close to Leanne. He put his arm around her as a form of comfort.
“Are you alright, Lee”?
“Yes she said softly, not making eye contact with him, all things considering”.
“Considering that they tickle tortured you he asked.
“Considering that I was tickle tortured, molested by a French tickler and her Steve Buscemi looking sidekick, and then having my boss walk in on me completely starkers.
“Yeah I did see you naked, didn’t I said Michael with half a smile.
“I need a bath, and then a fattening meal said Leanne, so I’m going home”. “Will you be needing anything else before I end my day she asked very subtle.
“Actually yeah said Michael, how about you go home and change, then let me take you out for dinner this evening and maybe a little dancing”? “I feel so horrible about what happened to you, Lee, and I was going to ask you anyway but now I have an excuse”.
Leanne stopped dead in her tracks, an offer she couldn’t refuse. But still, after her ordeal, she had to call some of the shots here.
“That sounds lovely, but I can’t dance after my feet have been tickle tortured all day long, so I’ll have to politely decline”.
She walked a little further ahead of him, until Michael decided to go for plan B.
“How about a show, I believe Nicholas Nickelby is playing at the Royal Wind Theatre”?
Leanne smirked, he had her right where he wanted, and there was no way she could pass up on a Charles Dickens play. She spun around, and gave a bemused look of approval”.
“Sounds smashing, what time”?
Six hours later….
Michael, being the playboy that he was, got a limo, donned an Italian suit and took Leanne out for an expensive steak dinner. Leanne herself, dressed to the max for her evening on the town. She wore a black dress that was tied around the back of her neck, but was snug to her ample breasts and showed a bit of cleavage too. her knees. She also had on black stockings that were thigh high, and four inch heeled pumps. Leanne had considered herself to be a short arsed lady, but loved to present herself taller whenever she could. The show was enjoyable, as Michael had balcony VIP seats, the best view in the theatre. Then he accompanied Leanne back to the limo.
“Did you have a nice time, Lee”?
“Oh Michael, I’ve had such a lovely evening, I didn’t realize you were so romantic cooed Leanne as her head found his shoulder.
“Well it doesn’t have to be over, yet, what about a nightcap at my penthouse suite”?
Leanne thought hard, she really felt a seduction was in play here. Not that she didn’t find him attractive, but she worried how it would affect her job as Michael’s secretary.
“Alright, a nightcap it is, but I feel that I should warn you that I don’t just shag anyone, Mr. Verona”.
Leanne looked into Michael’s eyes, biting her lip innocently while raising her eyebrows, she held his with both hands. Now it was Michael’s turn to shrink back.
“At the risk of sounding like a cheeky secretary to a big shot publicist like you, having said what you just told me, it takes an awful fucking lot to make my blood boil”. “So if you do have some sort of seduction in mind, I hope you have done your homework”. “Being that I am ten years older, I do not swing like these other minxies that you’re used to. I am a lady, and I desire much more than a one night-shag”. “And I want your word as a gentleman that whatever happens tonight is not going to reflect on my job, as I don’t want to end up getting sacked due to a conflict of interest”.
Michael was taken aback, Leanne was in control, and he was so impressed by it.
“Absolutely he said with a half smile, I know my place and I will definetly put you in yours, no pun intended”. “I enjoy your company, which is why I invited you out this evening and all I want is to relax back at my place with a bottle of wine”.
Leanne gave him her hand, and Michael kissed it eagerly.
“I accept, love, what kind of wine”?
At the penthouse….
This was one that Leanne had never been to before, it looked like the typical bachelor pad. Flat screen T.V. in the living room, complete with surround sound speaker entertainment center. A poster of James Bond from Casino Royale on the wall, along with a poster of Keith Richards, and one with David Bowie. His furniture was all Italian leather, and it really contrasted with his spaced out living area. While Michael went to get the wine, Leanne slipped off her pumps and tossed them casually on the floor beside the couch. Then she took a seat on the sofa and propped her stocking clad feet on the coffee table. Michael came in with the bottle and two glasses. He smirked at Leanne’s relaxing pose and was glad she was shoeless. Now he had her vulnerable stocking feet at his mercy.
“You look comfy there, Lee”!
“Aye, that I am, just taking a load off and resting my dogs”. She rubbed one foot over the other as she told him this, perhaps suggesting that she wanted a foot massage.
“I can see that, and your feet do look smashing in those nylons”.
“Thank you, now are you just going to stand there or are we going to drink”?
Michael poured two glasses and raised his in a toast. Anthropologist
“Cheers, baby he crowed as their glasses clinked.
“Baby protested Leanne, you’re the baby, baby”. When you were in nappies listening to Bye Bye Blackbird, I was wearing big girl knicks with leg warmers, a big belt, and rocking to Samantha Fox on cassette tape”.
“Touché smiled Michael, the joys of being raised in the nineties as opposed to you being raised during a time of awesome 80s hair bands, cool fashion trends, and minxes with beautiful big hair”!
“And don’t I have beautiful big hair, Mickey said Leanne in a little girl voice, biting her lip once again to show her innocent face mask.
Michael stroked her hair, like one would a pony. Truth be told he wanted to ride Leanne like a wild stallion, but he knew it would take a lot of hard work on his part. Still, she did make it seem like she’d stay awhile with having kicked off her heels. Her stocking feet could be the key to interesting foreplay, if he were to massage them. And she did have ticklish feet, too, making the situation even more interesting.
He sipped his wine and she sipped hers, then he poured each of them another glass while they talked about Michael’s plans for expansion of his company. Then they had a third glass of wine, and Michael decided now was the time to make his move
“Ya know, luvey, being that your feet have had a busy day, and by busy I mean being prisoners in those sodding boots you always wear”. “And on top of that, your feet were tickle tortured without mercy”.
“So what’s your point, Mickey”?
“My point is that your dogs could use a little petting, if you catch my drift”.
“You want to pet my dogs, eh repeated Leanne, sipping the last of her glass.
“Only if they want to be petted replied Michael, which is why I’m asking their mistress”.
“Well their mistress has had quite the day, and no doubt needs her dogs to be taken care by another set of hands. She smiled slyly and set her stocking clad feet in Michael’s hands, which got right to work massaging her left foot run one hand on the tops and the other on the bottom.
Leanne laid back on the couch, and closed her eyes, clearly in heaven at the moment.
“Mmmmmmmm she purred, oh that feels so bloody good, hmmmmmmm”.
“Glad you like it replied Michael, maybe you’ll like it more when I do this”?
Very slowly, softly and methodically, Michae begant to trace his index finger up and down Leanne’s stocking sole. Leanne’s eyes immediately snapped open and she began to giggle incoherently.
“Hehehehehehehehee don’t she stammered in between giggles.
“Don’t what, love asked Michael clearly playing Devil’s advocate.
“Doohooon’t tickle meheheheheheehee continued Leanne trying to pull her feet away”.
“Sorry, Lee, can’t help it”. “The fact is you are so fucking sexy when you laugh, and I can’t deny that I don’t love the thought of you being tickled”. “That being said, I wish to continue this to the bedroom where I’d like to tie you down and continue tickling you except all over and not just your feet”.
“Oh no, fucking bollocks screeched Leanne. She swung her legs off the couch and made a dash for the door, completely forgetting her shoes. She ran down the hallway, and headed straight to the elevator. But before she could hit the floor button, she felt arms circle her waist and get sweeped off her feet and thrown over Michael’s shoulder. Then with ease, he carried her back to his suite. Leanne furiously pounded her fists on his back in frustration and anger.
“Michael Patrick Verona, put me down this instant, you bloody WANKER”!
“Naughty, naughty, Leelee tsked Michael as he began to spank Leanne’s bum with his strong hands.
“Owie she yelped, oh God, don’t bloody spank me”!
Secretly, Leanne loved getting spanked, but she pretended like she hated it. Because it always encouraged the spanker to keep going.
Michael carried Leanne to the living room and sat her down in a chair. Then he massaged her shoulders very lovingly and aggressively, making Leanne pur like a cat. Then Michael very quickly blindfolded her.
“Oh God, I can’t bloody see whined Leanne.
“That’s the idea, love whispered Michael, and that way you won’t seeing where the cobra is going to strike, thus making you even more ticklish”.
He gave her ear a tiny lick and Leanne shuddered. Goosebumps formed all over her body, and she felt herself go comfortably numb. Unable to do anything as Michael used two of his ties to bind her wrists and ankles. Then he brought Leanne to the carpeted floor and walked out of the room. But not before putting on a CD by Melani Diva, with her hit single blaring out of the stereo.
You know what I like best!
You know what you can do!
To make me, feeeeeel goooood!
Move your hands, down my back
Just when I seem relaxed, hold me tight to blow your mind
Then I want you to…. Mhmmmmmm
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle me!
Tickle, tickle, tickle me
To the floooooor.
I want soooome moooore
Tickle, tickle, tickle me
Tickle my toes,
You know how it goes
Hold my feet, pin me down
Make me lahahagh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Make me screeeeeaaaaaam
Make me scream for mooooore
Chase me,and chase me.
And when you catch me
Tickle Meeeeeeeehehehee!
“Oh no whimpered Leanne, I’m being serenaded by a song dedicated to the Tickling of Leanne Phillippe”! “This isn’t music to my ears, it’s music to my doom, OH MY”!
Then the music stopped, and the door opened. A tall woman in a French Maid’s outfit came into the room, holding a large feather duster. She walked into the room and slipped off her heels. Then she ever so softly moved across the carpet, unbeknownst to Leanne. But Leanne was taken aback when her nostrils felt a strong warm leather aroma going all the way up to her nose. Leanne winced, knowing that someone had just put their feet in her face.
“PEE YOO, GET YOUR SODDING FEET OUT OF MY FACE she screeched.
“May wee, Leelee said the French Maid, but first let me tell you zomezing”.
She got down on her knees and caressed Leanne’s cheek.
“I’m ze cleaning lady, and I’ve been given ze orders to clean you all up”.
Then she seized one of Leanne’s stocking feet, and lightly scratched the tops of her toes.
“Heheheheheheeeee quit thahahahaat dammit cried Leanne, what do you think you’re doing”?
“I love zese stockings, ze are ze same color as mine. “Do you know zat a voman’s feetsies are ten times more zensative vhen ze are clad in nylong stockings”?
Leanne didn’t respond, as she already knew the answer.
“Zey are nice, but still not as cute as those purple and black stripped socks you had on earlier today noted the French Maid.
“How do you know what socks I had on today” asked Leanne, feeling puzzled.
“Because I vas ze vone who vermoved zem from you ticklish leetle smelly feet, HA HA HA HA!!!
Leanne gasped, it was Sophia!
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SOMEBODY HELP MEEHEHEHHEHEHEE” screamed Leanne who felt the feather duster attack her exposed cleavage.
WAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA OH NOOOOOOOOOOO”!
Part 5 coming soon…..
Be afraid Lee, because the next part is going to blow the socks right off your feet and knock you flat on your back!!!!!! Expect more torture and erotic ticklesex!
For one hour, the three had tickled Sophia nearly to death. Her body was unable to move because it was so week. She had started off flopping like a fish, but now she could barely even wiggle a toe. Leanne, being the feisty redhead that she was, took it to a different level. Colin and Michael had backed off, but Leanne wasn’t ready to quit yet. Apart from tickling the French woman, she began to pull Sophia’s hair, and bitten her toes. Sophia screamed and swore at Leanne. But then she proceeded to slap Sophia’s face.
“Shut the fuck up, you bloody fucking whore she spat, and then she twisted Sophia’s nipples, making titty twisters.
“OWWWWWWIE sobbed Sophia, please I’m so sorry, please stop”!
Leanne composed herself and then a calm came over her. Realizing she had gone too far, and that Sophia had not inflicted pain on her she stopped her torment.
“What about Thomas asked Colin, what shall we do with him”.
“Any ideas, Leelee asked Michael, what do you think”?
Leanne walked over to Thomas and kneeled down. She took off his hush puppies and black socks, wrinkling her nose as she did so. Instead of tickling him, she decided to give him something worse. Deny the pervert of what he craved most.
“Let’s tie put him on top of the French bitch she suggested, with his wiffy feet in her face”.
Michael and Colin picked up Thomas who was muffled with the tape, they set him on top of Sophia so that he was laying on his back with his heels resting on top of Sophia’s breasts. Now Sophia had to breathe in the weasel’s foot odor, and Leanne taped her mouth shut, so they she could only breathe through her nose.
Then the three of them left the building, Colin went to get the car, and Michael stayed close to Leanne. He put his arm around her as a form of comfort.
“Are you alright, Lee”?
“Yes she said softly, not making eye contact with him, all things considering”.
“Considering that they tickle tortured you he asked.
“Considering that I was tickle tortured, molested by a French tickler and her Steve Buscemi looking sidekick, and then having my boss walk in on me completely starkers.
“Yeah I did see you naked, didn’t I said Michael with half a smile.
“I need a bath, and then a fattening meal said Leanne, so I’m going home”. “Will you be needing anything else before I end my day she asked very subtle.
“Actually yeah said Michael, how about you go home and change, then let me take you out for dinner this evening and maybe a little dancing”? “I feel so horrible about what happened to you, Lee, and I was going to ask you anyway but now I have an excuse”.
Leanne stopped dead in her tracks, an offer she couldn’t refuse. But still, after her ordeal, she had to call some of the shots here.
“That sounds lovely, but I can’t dance after my feet have been tickle tortured all day long, so I’ll have to politely decline”.
She walked a little further ahead of him, until Michael decided to go for plan B.
“How about a show, I believe Nicholas Nickelby is playing at the Royal Wind Theatre”?
Leanne smirked, he had her right where he wanted, and there was no way she could pass up on a Charles Dickens play. She spun around, and gave a bemused look of approval”.
“Sounds smashing, what time”?
Six hours later….
Michael, being the playboy that he was, got a limo, donned an Italian suit and took Leanne out for an expensive steak dinner. Leanne herself, dressed to the max for her evening on the town. She wore a black dress that was tied around the back of her neck, but was snug to her ample breasts and showed a bit of cleavage too. her knees. She also had on black stockings that were thigh high, and four inch heeled pumps. Leanne had considered herself to be a short arsed lady, but loved to present herself taller whenever she could. The show was enjoyable, as Michael had balcony VIP seats, the best view in the theatre. Then he accompanied Leanne back to the limo.
“Did you have a nice time, Lee”?
“Oh Michael, I’ve had such a lovely evening, I didn’t realize you were so romantic cooed Leanne as her head found his shoulder.
“Well it doesn’t have to be over, yet, what about a nightcap at my penthouse suite”?
Leanne thought hard, she really felt a seduction was in play here. Not that she didn’t find him attractive, but she worried how it would affect her job as Michael’s secretary.
“Alright, a nightcap it is, but I feel that I should warn you that I don’t just shag anyone, Mr. Verona”.
Leanne looked into Michael’s eyes, biting her lip innocently while raising her eyebrows, she held his with both hands. Now it was Michael’s turn to shrink back.
“At the risk of sounding like a cheeky secretary to a big shot publicist like you, having said what you just told me, it takes an awful fucking lot to make my blood boil”. “So if you do have some sort of seduction in mind, I hope you have done your homework”. “Being that I am ten years older, I do not swing like these other minxies that you’re used to. I am a lady, and I desire much more than a one night-shag”. “And I want your word as a gentleman that whatever happens tonight is not going to reflect on my job, as I don’t want to end up getting sacked due to a conflict of interest”.
Michael was taken aback, Leanne was in control, and he was so impressed by it.
“Absolutely he said with a half smile, I know my place and I will definetly put you in yours, no pun intended”. “I enjoy your company, which is why I invited you out this evening and all I want is to relax back at my place with a bottle of wine”.
Leanne gave him her hand, and Michael kissed it eagerly.
“I accept, love, what kind of wine”?
At the penthouse….
This was one that Leanne had never been to before, it looked like the typical bachelor pad. Flat screen T.V. in the living room, complete with surround sound speaker entertainment center. A poster of James Bond from Casino Royale on the wall, along with a poster of Keith Richards, and one with David Bowie. His furniture was all Italian leather, and it really contrasted with his spaced out living area. While Michael went to get the wine, Leanne slipped off her pumps and tossed them casually on the floor beside the couch. Then she took a seat on the sofa and propped her stocking clad feet on the coffee table. Michael came in with the bottle and two glasses. He smirked at Leanne’s relaxing pose and was glad she was shoeless. Now he had her vulnerable stocking feet at his mercy.
“You look comfy there, Lee”!
“Aye, that I am, just taking a load off and resting my dogs”. She rubbed one foot over the other as she told him this, perhaps suggesting that she wanted a foot massage.
“I can see that, and your feet do look smashing in those nylons”.
“Thank you, now are you just going to stand there or are we going to drink”?
Michael poured two glasses and raised his in a toast. Anthropologist
“Cheers, baby he crowed as their glasses clinked.
“Baby protested Leanne, you’re the baby, baby”. When you were in nappies listening to Bye Bye Blackbird, I was wearing big girl knicks with leg warmers, a big belt, and rocking to Samantha Fox on cassette tape”.
“Touché smiled Michael, the joys of being raised in the nineties as opposed to you being raised during a time of awesome 80s hair bands, cool fashion trends, and minxes with beautiful big hair”!
“And don’t I have beautiful big hair, Mickey said Leanne in a little girl voice, biting her lip once again to show her innocent face mask.
Michael stroked her hair, like one would a pony. Truth be told he wanted to ride Leanne like a wild stallion, but he knew it would take a lot of hard work on his part. Still, she did make it seem like she’d stay awhile with having kicked off her heels. Her stocking feet could be the key to interesting foreplay, if he were to massage them. And she did have ticklish feet, too, making the situation even more interesting.
He sipped his wine and she sipped hers, then he poured each of them another glass while they talked about Michael’s plans for expansion of his company. Then they had a third glass of wine, and Michael decided now was the time to make his move
“Ya know, luvey, being that your feet have had a busy day, and by busy I mean being prisoners in those sodding boots you always wear”. “And on top of that, your feet were tickle tortured without mercy”.
“So what’s your point, Mickey”?
“My point is that your dogs could use a little petting, if you catch my drift”.
“You want to pet my dogs, eh repeated Leanne, sipping the last of her glass.
“Only if they want to be petted replied Michael, which is why I’m asking their mistress”.
“Well their mistress has had quite the day, and no doubt needs her dogs to be taken care by another set of hands. She smiled slyly and set her stocking clad feet in Michael’s hands, which got right to work massaging her left foot run one hand on the tops and the other on the bottom.
Leanne laid back on the couch, and closed her eyes, clearly in heaven at the moment.
“Mmmmmmmm she purred, oh that feels so bloody good, hmmmmmmm”.
“Glad you like it replied Michael, maybe you’ll like it more when I do this”?
Very slowly, softly and methodically, Michae begant to trace his index finger up and down Leanne’s stocking sole. Leanne’s eyes immediately snapped open and she began to giggle incoherently.
“Hehehehehehehehee don’t she stammered in between giggles.
“Don’t what, love asked Michael clearly playing Devil’s advocate.
“Doohooon’t tickle meheheheheheehee continued Leanne trying to pull her feet away”.
“Sorry, Lee, can’t help it”. “The fact is you are so fucking sexy when you laugh, and I can’t deny that I don’t love the thought of you being tickled”. “That being said, I wish to continue this to the bedroom where I’d like to tie you down and continue tickling you except all over and not just your feet”.
“Oh no, fucking bollocks screeched Leanne. She swung her legs off the couch and made a dash for the door, completely forgetting her shoes. She ran down the hallway, and headed straight to the elevator. But before she could hit the floor button, she felt arms circle her waist and get sweeped off her feet and thrown over Michael’s shoulder. Then with ease, he carried her back to his suite. Leanne furiously pounded her fists on his back in frustration and anger.
“Michael Patrick Verona, put me down this instant, you bloody WANKER”!
“Naughty, naughty, Leelee tsked Michael as he began to spank Leanne’s bum with his strong hands.
“Owie she yelped, oh God, don’t bloody spank me”!
Secretly, Leanne loved getting spanked, but she pretended like she hated it. Because it always encouraged the spanker to keep going.
Michael carried Leanne to the living room and sat her down in a chair. Then he massaged her shoulders very lovingly and aggressively, making Leanne pur like a cat. Then Michael very quickly blindfolded her.
“Oh God, I can’t bloody see whined Leanne.
“That’s the idea, love whispered Michael, and that way you won’t seeing where the cobra is going to strike, thus making you even more ticklish”.
He gave her ear a tiny lick and Leanne shuddered. Goosebumps formed all over her body, and she felt herself go comfortably numb. Unable to do anything as Michael used two of his ties to bind her wrists and ankles. Then he brought Leanne to the carpeted floor and walked out of the room. But not before putting on a CD by Melani Diva, with her hit single blaring out of the stereo.
You know what I like best!
You know what you can do!
To make me, feeeeeel goooood!
Move your hands, down my back
Just when I seem relaxed, hold me tight to blow your mind
Then I want you to…. Mhmmmmmm
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle me!
Tickle, tickle, tickle me
To the floooooor.
I want soooome moooore
Tickle, tickle, tickle me
Tickle my toes,
You know how it goes
Hold my feet, pin me down
Make me lahahagh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Make me screeeeeaaaaaam
Make me scream for mooooore
Chase me,and chase me.
And when you catch me
Tickle Meeeeeeeehehehee!
“Oh no whimpered Leanne, I’m being serenaded by a song dedicated to the Tickling of Leanne Phillippe”! “This isn’t music to my ears, it’s music to my doom, OH MY”!
Then the music stopped, and the door opened. A tall woman in a French Maid’s outfit came into the room, holding a large feather duster. She walked into the room and slipped off her heels. Then she ever so softly moved across the carpet, unbeknownst to Leanne. But Leanne was taken aback when her nostrils felt a strong warm leather aroma going all the way up to her nose. Leanne winced, knowing that someone had just put their feet in her face.
“PEE YOO, GET YOUR SODDING FEET OUT OF MY FACE she screeched.
“May wee, Leelee said the French Maid, but first let me tell you zomezing”.
She got down on her knees and caressed Leanne’s cheek.
“I’m ze cleaning lady, and I’ve been given ze orders to clean you all up”.
Then she seized one of Leanne’s stocking feet, and lightly scratched the tops of her toes.
“Heheheheheheeeee quit thahahahaat dammit cried Leanne, what do you think you’re doing”?
“I love zese stockings, ze are ze same color as mine. “Do you know zat a voman’s feetsies are ten times more zensative vhen ze are clad in nylong stockings”?
Leanne didn’t respond, as she already knew the answer.
“Zey are nice, but still not as cute as those purple and black stripped socks you had on earlier today noted the French Maid.
“How do you know what socks I had on today” asked Leanne, feeling puzzled.
“Because I vas ze vone who vermoved zem from you ticklish leetle smelly feet, HA HA HA HA!!!
Leanne gasped, it was Sophia!
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SOMEBODY HELP MEEHEHEHHEHEHEE” screamed Leanne who felt the feather duster attack her exposed cleavage.
WAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA OH NOOOOOOOOOOO”!
Part 5 coming soon…..
Be afraid Lee, because the next part is going to blow the socks right off your feet and knock you flat on your back!!!!!! Expect more torture and erotic ticklesex!
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