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This is a shared story written by myself and a married couple here at TMF. We wrote this together over some time, each writing a little piece of the story - a fantasy, I guess. We had fun writing it, so perhaps you will have even a little fun reading it.
Our Story
Amber knocked on the door of a beautiful home – one she knew very well – but today she received no answer. Looking around, Amber reached into the mailbox that hung on the brick wall and found a note inside.
Hello Amber,
Take the key under the rug, come in and close the door. Please go to the main living room.
Amber immediately felt butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous but excited as she found her way along a short hallway to the couple’s main room. Amber paused a moment before opening the door, her heart racing a little faster. What, or who was inside? What were they planning this time?
“They” were actually a married couple with whom Amber had come to be their own personal tickle slave. This had been going on now for only a couple of months, but those past two months had been a thrill to the ticklee who just couldn’t get enough of it!
After a few seconds, Amber opened the door but was surprised to see that the room was empty. Everything looked normal except for a black velvet box that was placed specially on the cream-coloured sofa. On top of the box there was another small note.
To Amber, from Sarah & Mark, was all that was written on the card. Amber slowly opened the box and found several items inside. She carefully pulled everything out. There was a sexy black pair of lace panties, a pair of black high heels, and the satin blindfold and four leather cuffs as well which looked very much so inviting!
Amber’s heart began to race and she smiled a shy smile as she read another note at the bottom of the box.
Our Dear Amber,
Put ALL your clothes down and wear ONLY what is here except the blindfold. Go to the attic and once you’re there, put on the blindfold. Do not be afraid.
Impatiently yours,
S & M
After Amber had finished reading the note, her breath left her in a rush, and a wave of anticipation tingled through her sexy body. Amber examined the objects in front of her again and quickly did as she was told. She stripped quickly out of her own clothes and put on the requested items, holding the blindfold in her hand.
Amber stood and looked at herself in the mirror, blushing a little. She was very excited as to what would come next! Amber’s full breasts hung bare in front of her and her eyes travelled down to her tiny waist and full hips as she eyed the panties she wore. She then looked down at her long legs and turned her ankle, standing on one foot as she examined her feet in the heels. The cuffs that she had already placed on her own wrists and ankles looked quite sexy indeed!
"Well," Amber thought to herself, "I had better not keep them waiting." She climbed the stairs to the attic and went inside, but there was no one in there yet - just as she expected, but Amber saw a chair nearby so she sat down and placed the blindfold over her eyes waiting for whatever was to come next! It was a little too quiet....She waited, her body tingling with anticipation!
Amber waited only a few minutes before she suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. Even though it was completely dark for her, Amber was aware of when the couple sat down on either side of her. Sarah was at the right and Mark at the left. Amber tried to keep herself calm, but her deep breathing showed how she was feeling otherwise. Then a voice spoke slowly but confidently. "You’re beautiful.” It was Sarah. In the other ear Mark whispered, “It was exactly as we wanted to see you”.
Looking at her was like looking at a goddess. The blindfold and the cuffs Amber wore gave the couple a feeling of power and control, having her in front of them nearly naked, waiting to be tortured, exited Sarah and Mark very much. Their eyes scanned her entire body, very eager to fulfill all their fantasies.
Mark and Sarah looked at each other and smiled, feeling lucky to have Amber there and being such a willing participant to the couple’s games - ready to suffer and enjoy every minute of it.
A few minutes later Amber sensed Sarah walking away. Mark stayed with Amber then, caressing her neck and kissing it sensually. A few seconds later, Sarah's voice was heard as an invitation to the sweetest of tortures. “You can bring Amber!” Mark just whispered in her ear with tenderness, “It's time sweetie!” he said taking her by the hand and walking a few steps across the attic. The attic was bigger than you she had anticipated. Mark stopped and asked Amber to turn a bit, as if he was searching for an exact position in the middle of the room. When she was positioned just so, Mark asked Amber to open her legs a bit. Amber promptly obeyed. She then felt a bar being attached between her legs so that they could not close. Amber’s hands were then tied to a chain suspended from the ceiling; first one hand, and then the other, almost ceremonially. Amber was stretched as much as possible to the point of nearly being suspended from off the floor. Her breasts looked beautiful and looked inviting to the couple as they wanted to reach out and touch and taste them but that would come later. Now what mattered was to tease their little prisoner’s body with the feathers they had prepared earlier for that purpose.
Amber felt a couple of feathers begin to caress each armpit while some seconds after another couple of feathers began to tickle her back. She realized that her torture had only just begun.
The feathers danced on her body as Sarah and Mark danced along with the feathers as though they were painting a masterpiece. The feeling on her skin caused her to begin thrashing and contorting. The feathers in her back flickered down to her butt, while the other feathers in the armpits were now exploring Amber’s exposed and helpless ribs.
Amber began squealing and twisting in her restraints, but the bar between her ankles prevented her from moving very much. The light feather tickles were so intense! Having a blindfold over her eyes only increased the tickling sensations! "Ohhhh that tickles!!!" Amber squealed and giggled. "Stop! Stop!" She laughed, trying desperately to get away, even though she wasn't going anywhere at all. And of course, she really didn't want the tickling to stop anyway.
Amber’s yells were music to their ears, and only encouraged the couple to push their slave to her limits. Her torment had just begun, but Amber was to experience something much worse than before. Looking at her desperately laughing was such a beautiful sight that they did not want to stop. Their feathers tickled Amber’s naked torso and after some minutes their expert fingers tickled mercilessly inside of the poor girl’s thighs and behind her knees. As Amber thrashed about in her restraints, Sarah smiled to Mark and asked him: "Honey, Amber is moving too much, can you do something?" Mark put his feathers down just behind Amber and held her with one arm, hugging her waist, while his fingers explored her armpits with his free hand.
Sarah also put down her feathers so she could use her long fingernails on Amber’s thighs, very close to her most sensitive area. Her attempts to escape were ineffective and Amber began struggling even harder as the tickling intensified. Her hips trembled against Mark's body, which was very arousing to him. Sarah decided to give Amber a small break and took a Japanese calligraphy brush, which was moistened with her wet tongue, and began drawing on her perfect exposed bare breasts. The effect was instantaneous and Amber immediately begged for her to stop. Her pleas were, of course, ignored, and Mark tightened his strong arms around their victim, making her feel even more helpless.
Sarah continued to tickle her breasts with the brush until the nipples were fully erect. Mark and Sarah’s eyes were alight with excitement!
Amber was in tickle heaven with the brushes "painting" her body and with Mark's fingers tickling her armpits. It was almost too much to handle, but not quite. She was thoroughly enjoying herself and rather enjoyed being overpowered by Mark as he kept her from moving much at all. Amber felt her nipples become fully erect as Sarah began tickling her breasts. She continued giggling and squirming and even let out a little moan as she continued to be tickled tortured. Being tickled and teased by two at once was definitely more exciting than just one set of hands! Amber had no idea what was about to come next!
And indeed, what followed was even more intense! The couple wanted to see how long Amber could stand and watch her losing her mind in a mix of excitement and agony. Breaking Amber became an obsession for both of them. They untied Amber’s hands gently and then removed the bar. They continued caressing their slave’s body and noticed that she was sweating a bit. Mark whispered in her ear: "It is time to truly begin to torture you, dear Amber."
Her heart skipped a beat with Mark's words softly whispered in her ear. What kind of tortures would come next? Amber thought she was already being tortured enough. She giggled softly, excitedly waiting for more tickles and teasing to begin.
Mark took one of Amber’s hands and Sarah the other as she was guided a few feet forward toward the bed. Mark and Sarah asked Amber to lie on a bed prepared for the occasion. She just obeyed. It was actually a bondage bed, similar to a massage table but with rings on all sides. Amber felt one of them kiss her; but wasn’t sure who it was, while the other tied her arms together over her head. Amber’s elbows were also restrained, and her legs were tied apart and of course the blindfold was kept on her eyes. The bondage table allowed the couple to stretch Amber to the maximum. She looked beautiful and really sexy bound in a perfect inverted “Y”. The kissing continued at the same time Amber felt her heels being removed. Finally Mark and Sarah could pay some attention to her feet! Everything was perfect to begin again that sweet torture; they added some more ties here and there in order to avoid any movement.
Amber giggled in anticipation of the tickles, wiggling her toes as she felt them cool after having her shoes removed. She bit her lip shyly, not sure what kind of assault was about to happen to her ticklish feet.
Amber nearly forgot about the feathers and brushes the couple had, but then suddenly feathers began tickling her fully exposed and helpless body. This time, Mark and Sarah did not stop until they were fully satisfied; fulfilling their long-awaited fantasy. Amber could not see the other tools strategically placed on a table in the room close to the ticklers. They were put there for one purpose: to increase Amber’s torture. Before starting, the couple kissed Amber one last time to thank her for being there, submitting to them as they looked forward to pushing their tickle slave to and maybe even past her limits.
Amber squirmed, giggled, and squealed as the feathers and brushes began their sweet torture again. She couldn't believe how the softest touch could be so intense and torturous! “Stoooop!” She pleaded and begged, but the tickling would not let up. Amber laughed and panted, lying bound, helplessly on the table.
Amber’s tormentors were looking forward to seeing her reactions when her feet were tickled (and the result was as expected!) Mark took the time to explore every corner of Amber’s soles and especially between her toes. While poor Amber’s attention was focused on her ticklish feet, she suddenly felt Sarah attack her ribs again with feathers. The intensity of the tickling made her squirm and jerk. Sarah continued to explore the sides of Amber’s breasts until she reached her armpits. Some minutes passed and Amber’s yells and laughs were like music to the couple’s ears like a symphony they wished would never end.
Amber tried desperately to curl her toes tightly so that they would not be tickled! Her laughter was turning into screams as she tried desperately to pull her feet away, but they were tied down firmly. The feathery tickles on her sensitive skin did not help the situation anymore and Amber’s laughter nearly turned silent as she bucked and pulled at the restraints.
When they finally stopped, the poor girl thought they had finished. Amber was expecting that they would untie her but that idea abruptly changed when she felt them apply baby oil on her body. “Yes, dear Amber, your whole body!” They said almost at the same time, like a tickler’s chorus. The worst will start very soon.
Amber lay there gasping and panting, relieved thinking that the tickle torture had finally ended. "Oh nooo!" she moaned when she felt the sensations of the oil on her body. She began to panic and let out a small giggle as well. This was going to be too much! She wondered if she would be able to handle it!
As they rubbed the baby oil into her skin, Mark began kissing their tickle slave and Sarah began playing with her breasts. The couple then switched places and Sarah started to kiss her neck first and then Amber’s soft lips. Mark kissed and licked her breasts as if they were something sweet to eat. They saw how aroused their tickle slave was becoming and it exited the couple that much more! After this short break it was time to continue Amber’s torture: She felt when each of them strongly took a foot in their hand and scratched a plastic hairbrush on her soles as fast as they could. After some minutes they decided to focus on Amber’s slim, sexy waist. Twenty fingers scrambled all over her sensitive and defenceless body.
As Mark and Sarah began kissing Amber and playing with her breasts, she quickly became aroused, moaning and loving the tickly sensations! But as the hairbrush began its furious dance on her soles, she began bucking and screaming with laughter again, Amber’s mind becoming overloaded with so many sensations! When the fingers moved to her waist, her laughter turned near-silent, and then began panting quickly to catch her breath that was followed by more squealing laughter!
Because of the sensations, Amber did not notice that they had slipped a vibrator inside her until they turned it on. It was too much !!!!! Amber moaned and screamed! The tickling on her feet and her armpits plus the vibrator, everything at the same time, was enough for her to orgasm. She begged them to stop their exquisite torture, but of course they did not stop and continued the tickling. This time Mark had the vibrator while Sarah tickled Amber’s soles with her long nails. A second orgasm was coming very soon and the couple the tickling with their quick fingers.
Amber was in tickle heaven, thoroughly enjoying all the sensations - especially from the vibrator. It was the most delicious torture she’d ever had and she wanted it to continue as much as she wished it would stop!
After several orgasms the couple finally decided to stop, but before they untied the poor girl, they laid down on either side of Amber, Sarah stroked her hair while Mark whispered in her ear: “Amber, is everything all right honey? You know, the night is not over and you still are our slave. You've had several orgasms and we have not, so why not continue this evening in our bedroom?”
Amber was exhausted from the tickling and powerful orgasms that rocked her body. She felt as though she could not move anymore. Amber smiled, very satisfied with the night's events and as Mark scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his fingers wiggled into her sides again. Amber giggled and her body thrilled at the thought that this was going to be a very long night!
THE END
Our Story
Amber knocked on the door of a beautiful home – one she knew very well – but today she received no answer. Looking around, Amber reached into the mailbox that hung on the brick wall and found a note inside.
Hello Amber,
Take the key under the rug, come in and close the door. Please go to the main living room.
Amber immediately felt butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous but excited as she found her way along a short hallway to the couple’s main room. Amber paused a moment before opening the door, her heart racing a little faster. What, or who was inside? What were they planning this time?
“They” were actually a married couple with whom Amber had come to be their own personal tickle slave. This had been going on now for only a couple of months, but those past two months had been a thrill to the ticklee who just couldn’t get enough of it!
After a few seconds, Amber opened the door but was surprised to see that the room was empty. Everything looked normal except for a black velvet box that was placed specially on the cream-coloured sofa. On top of the box there was another small note.
To Amber, from Sarah & Mark, was all that was written on the card. Amber slowly opened the box and found several items inside. She carefully pulled everything out. There was a sexy black pair of lace panties, a pair of black high heels, and the satin blindfold and four leather cuffs as well which looked very much so inviting!
Amber’s heart began to race and she smiled a shy smile as she read another note at the bottom of the box.
Our Dear Amber,
Put ALL your clothes down and wear ONLY what is here except the blindfold. Go to the attic and once you’re there, put on the blindfold. Do not be afraid.
Impatiently yours,
S & M
After Amber had finished reading the note, her breath left her in a rush, and a wave of anticipation tingled through her sexy body. Amber examined the objects in front of her again and quickly did as she was told. She stripped quickly out of her own clothes and put on the requested items, holding the blindfold in her hand.
Amber stood and looked at herself in the mirror, blushing a little. She was very excited as to what would come next! Amber’s full breasts hung bare in front of her and her eyes travelled down to her tiny waist and full hips as she eyed the panties she wore. She then looked down at her long legs and turned her ankle, standing on one foot as she examined her feet in the heels. The cuffs that she had already placed on her own wrists and ankles looked quite sexy indeed!
"Well," Amber thought to herself, "I had better not keep them waiting." She climbed the stairs to the attic and went inside, but there was no one in there yet - just as she expected, but Amber saw a chair nearby so she sat down and placed the blindfold over her eyes waiting for whatever was to come next! It was a little too quiet....She waited, her body tingling with anticipation!
Amber waited only a few minutes before she suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. Even though it was completely dark for her, Amber was aware of when the couple sat down on either side of her. Sarah was at the right and Mark at the left. Amber tried to keep herself calm, but her deep breathing showed how she was feeling otherwise. Then a voice spoke slowly but confidently. "You’re beautiful.” It was Sarah. In the other ear Mark whispered, “It was exactly as we wanted to see you”.
Looking at her was like looking at a goddess. The blindfold and the cuffs Amber wore gave the couple a feeling of power and control, having her in front of them nearly naked, waiting to be tortured, exited Sarah and Mark very much. Their eyes scanned her entire body, very eager to fulfill all their fantasies.
Mark and Sarah looked at each other and smiled, feeling lucky to have Amber there and being such a willing participant to the couple’s games - ready to suffer and enjoy every minute of it.
A few minutes later Amber sensed Sarah walking away. Mark stayed with Amber then, caressing her neck and kissing it sensually. A few seconds later, Sarah's voice was heard as an invitation to the sweetest of tortures. “You can bring Amber!” Mark just whispered in her ear with tenderness, “It's time sweetie!” he said taking her by the hand and walking a few steps across the attic. The attic was bigger than you she had anticipated. Mark stopped and asked Amber to turn a bit, as if he was searching for an exact position in the middle of the room. When she was positioned just so, Mark asked Amber to open her legs a bit. Amber promptly obeyed. She then felt a bar being attached between her legs so that they could not close. Amber’s hands were then tied to a chain suspended from the ceiling; first one hand, and then the other, almost ceremonially. Amber was stretched as much as possible to the point of nearly being suspended from off the floor. Her breasts looked beautiful and looked inviting to the couple as they wanted to reach out and touch and taste them but that would come later. Now what mattered was to tease their little prisoner’s body with the feathers they had prepared earlier for that purpose.
Amber felt a couple of feathers begin to caress each armpit while some seconds after another couple of feathers began to tickle her back. She realized that her torture had only just begun.
The feathers danced on her body as Sarah and Mark danced along with the feathers as though they were painting a masterpiece. The feeling on her skin caused her to begin thrashing and contorting. The feathers in her back flickered down to her butt, while the other feathers in the armpits were now exploring Amber’s exposed and helpless ribs.
Amber began squealing and twisting in her restraints, but the bar between her ankles prevented her from moving very much. The light feather tickles were so intense! Having a blindfold over her eyes only increased the tickling sensations! "Ohhhh that tickles!!!" Amber squealed and giggled. "Stop! Stop!" She laughed, trying desperately to get away, even though she wasn't going anywhere at all. And of course, she really didn't want the tickling to stop anyway.
Amber’s yells were music to their ears, and only encouraged the couple to push their slave to her limits. Her torment had just begun, but Amber was to experience something much worse than before. Looking at her desperately laughing was such a beautiful sight that they did not want to stop. Their feathers tickled Amber’s naked torso and after some minutes their expert fingers tickled mercilessly inside of the poor girl’s thighs and behind her knees. As Amber thrashed about in her restraints, Sarah smiled to Mark and asked him: "Honey, Amber is moving too much, can you do something?" Mark put his feathers down just behind Amber and held her with one arm, hugging her waist, while his fingers explored her armpits with his free hand.
Sarah also put down her feathers so she could use her long fingernails on Amber’s thighs, very close to her most sensitive area. Her attempts to escape were ineffective and Amber began struggling even harder as the tickling intensified. Her hips trembled against Mark's body, which was very arousing to him. Sarah decided to give Amber a small break and took a Japanese calligraphy brush, which was moistened with her wet tongue, and began drawing on her perfect exposed bare breasts. The effect was instantaneous and Amber immediately begged for her to stop. Her pleas were, of course, ignored, and Mark tightened his strong arms around their victim, making her feel even more helpless.
Sarah continued to tickle her breasts with the brush until the nipples were fully erect. Mark and Sarah’s eyes were alight with excitement!
Amber was in tickle heaven with the brushes "painting" her body and with Mark's fingers tickling her armpits. It was almost too much to handle, but not quite. She was thoroughly enjoying herself and rather enjoyed being overpowered by Mark as he kept her from moving much at all. Amber felt her nipples become fully erect as Sarah began tickling her breasts. She continued giggling and squirming and even let out a little moan as she continued to be tickled tortured. Being tickled and teased by two at once was definitely more exciting than just one set of hands! Amber had no idea what was about to come next!
And indeed, what followed was even more intense! The couple wanted to see how long Amber could stand and watch her losing her mind in a mix of excitement and agony. Breaking Amber became an obsession for both of them. They untied Amber’s hands gently and then removed the bar. They continued caressing their slave’s body and noticed that she was sweating a bit. Mark whispered in her ear: "It is time to truly begin to torture you, dear Amber."
Her heart skipped a beat with Mark's words softly whispered in her ear. What kind of tortures would come next? Amber thought she was already being tortured enough. She giggled softly, excitedly waiting for more tickles and teasing to begin.
Mark took one of Amber’s hands and Sarah the other as she was guided a few feet forward toward the bed. Mark and Sarah asked Amber to lie on a bed prepared for the occasion. She just obeyed. It was actually a bondage bed, similar to a massage table but with rings on all sides. Amber felt one of them kiss her; but wasn’t sure who it was, while the other tied her arms together over her head. Amber’s elbows were also restrained, and her legs were tied apart and of course the blindfold was kept on her eyes. The bondage table allowed the couple to stretch Amber to the maximum. She looked beautiful and really sexy bound in a perfect inverted “Y”. The kissing continued at the same time Amber felt her heels being removed. Finally Mark and Sarah could pay some attention to her feet! Everything was perfect to begin again that sweet torture; they added some more ties here and there in order to avoid any movement.
Amber giggled in anticipation of the tickles, wiggling her toes as she felt them cool after having her shoes removed. She bit her lip shyly, not sure what kind of assault was about to happen to her ticklish feet.
Amber nearly forgot about the feathers and brushes the couple had, but then suddenly feathers began tickling her fully exposed and helpless body. This time, Mark and Sarah did not stop until they were fully satisfied; fulfilling their long-awaited fantasy. Amber could not see the other tools strategically placed on a table in the room close to the ticklers. They were put there for one purpose: to increase Amber’s torture. Before starting, the couple kissed Amber one last time to thank her for being there, submitting to them as they looked forward to pushing their tickle slave to and maybe even past her limits.
Amber squirmed, giggled, and squealed as the feathers and brushes began their sweet torture again. She couldn't believe how the softest touch could be so intense and torturous! “Stoooop!” She pleaded and begged, but the tickling would not let up. Amber laughed and panted, lying bound, helplessly on the table.
Amber’s tormentors were looking forward to seeing her reactions when her feet were tickled (and the result was as expected!) Mark took the time to explore every corner of Amber’s soles and especially between her toes. While poor Amber’s attention was focused on her ticklish feet, she suddenly felt Sarah attack her ribs again with feathers. The intensity of the tickling made her squirm and jerk. Sarah continued to explore the sides of Amber’s breasts until she reached her armpits. Some minutes passed and Amber’s yells and laughs were like music to the couple’s ears like a symphony they wished would never end.
Amber tried desperately to curl her toes tightly so that they would not be tickled! Her laughter was turning into screams as she tried desperately to pull her feet away, but they were tied down firmly. The feathery tickles on her sensitive skin did not help the situation anymore and Amber’s laughter nearly turned silent as she bucked and pulled at the restraints.
When they finally stopped, the poor girl thought they had finished. Amber was expecting that they would untie her but that idea abruptly changed when she felt them apply baby oil on her body. “Yes, dear Amber, your whole body!” They said almost at the same time, like a tickler’s chorus. The worst will start very soon.
Amber lay there gasping and panting, relieved thinking that the tickle torture had finally ended. "Oh nooo!" she moaned when she felt the sensations of the oil on her body. She began to panic and let out a small giggle as well. This was going to be too much! She wondered if she would be able to handle it!
As they rubbed the baby oil into her skin, Mark began kissing their tickle slave and Sarah began playing with her breasts. The couple then switched places and Sarah started to kiss her neck first and then Amber’s soft lips. Mark kissed and licked her breasts as if they were something sweet to eat. They saw how aroused their tickle slave was becoming and it exited the couple that much more! After this short break it was time to continue Amber’s torture: She felt when each of them strongly took a foot in their hand and scratched a plastic hairbrush on her soles as fast as they could. After some minutes they decided to focus on Amber’s slim, sexy waist. Twenty fingers scrambled all over her sensitive and defenceless body.
As Mark and Sarah began kissing Amber and playing with her breasts, she quickly became aroused, moaning and loving the tickly sensations! But as the hairbrush began its furious dance on her soles, she began bucking and screaming with laughter again, Amber’s mind becoming overloaded with so many sensations! When the fingers moved to her waist, her laughter turned near-silent, and then began panting quickly to catch her breath that was followed by more squealing laughter!
Because of the sensations, Amber did not notice that they had slipped a vibrator inside her until they turned it on. It was too much !!!!! Amber moaned and screamed! The tickling on her feet and her armpits plus the vibrator, everything at the same time, was enough for her to orgasm. She begged them to stop their exquisite torture, but of course they did not stop and continued the tickling. This time Mark had the vibrator while Sarah tickled Amber’s soles with her long nails. A second orgasm was coming very soon and the couple the tickling with their quick fingers.
Amber was in tickle heaven, thoroughly enjoying all the sensations - especially from the vibrator. It was the most delicious torture she’d ever had and she wanted it to continue as much as she wished it would stop!
After several orgasms the couple finally decided to stop, but before they untied the poor girl, they laid down on either side of Amber, Sarah stroked her hair while Mark whispered in her ear: “Amber, is everything all right honey? You know, the night is not over and you still are our slave. You've had several orgasms and we have not, so why not continue this evening in our bedroom?”
Amber was exhausted from the tickling and powerful orgasms that rocked her body. She felt as though she could not move anymore. Amber smiled, very satisfied with the night's events and as Mark scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his fingers wiggled into her sides again. Amber giggled and her body thrilled at the thought that this was going to be a very long night!
THE END
