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i64ever
07-11-2015, 03:53 PM
Thank you everyone for your kind words about the first one. I had no idea how well this story would be received. I had only planned on this being a one shot, but seeing the reaction, i thought the least i could do was try a follow-up

“HA AHAHAHA AHAHAHA GAWWWWDDDD A AHAHAHHAHHAHA PPPLLLLLLAHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHA PLLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEESSSEEEEE AHHAHAHAGGRGRGGGRRGRG AH AHAHAHHAHAHA HAH N NN AHA AHAHAH AHAH IIIIIII AHA AHAHAHAH AH !!!”

It was bath time. I hate bath time.

Every morning, Mrs. Weiss would scoop me up and carry me to the tub. Some days I’d struggle, but most I wouldn’t. It didn’t matter. Despite being only an inch taller, almost twice my age and with a body full of nothing but pleasant curves, once Lauren Weiss got her hands on me, I was helpless. She’d haul me as if I was made of straw.

Gretchen would be waiting there, a near religious ecstasy on her face, as if the holiest rite in her religion was about to be performed. The two of them would strip the few clothes I was permitted to wear and I would be dunked. Then I would be washed.

Mother and daughter would each have a bar of soap and would spend the next ten minutes or so scrubbing my naked body. Gretchen, of course, would turn it into a tickle fest, wiggling, pinching and poking her fingers all over my hot, wet, soapy skin. She’d soon have me laughing and giggling like a small child. Mrs. Weiss wouldn’t overtly tickle. Her hands seemed more set on getting me clean, but they always seemed to be in the right spot to stop me from grabbing Gretchen’s tormenting fingers.

That part was bad enough, lying there naked, made to squirm and squeal by two fully clothed females. Sadly though, something worse was about to happen, the pedicure.

Mrs. Weiss suddenly grabs my foot, pulls it out of the tub and locks it into the crook of her elbow. Gretchen starts smearing some kind of lotion on it, something thin and slippery. Then she attacks it with a pumice stone.

I immediately freaked out. The stone is so rough, gliding across my tender, hot and slippery sole. It’s worse than fingernails, worse than a comb. I can’t stand the sensation, even for a second.

“EH EHEHEHEHE EHEHEHE EHEHEHEHE PPPLL EH EHEHEHE EHEHESSTTAWWWPPPPPP EEHEHE EHEHEHEEHEHE CNNRRR HE EHEEHEHEHEH ANNTT EHE EHEHE HE EHEHEHEH NAWWWOOOO EHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEH I EHE EHEHEHE EHEHEH PPPLLLEEEHEHEHEHESSSSEEEEE!!!”

I shriek and howl as the coarse stone swoops down my arch, swirls in the center of my sole then moves back and forth across the balls of my feet like an old typewriter. My hands slap at the water, splashing water everywhere. I try to sit up, to pull my leg out of their grasp, to get out of that damned tub, but…

Mrs. Weiss lays one, soft hand on my chest, pushing down lightly. Suddenly, I’m barred, as if a tree trunk was pinning me down. I twist and turn my torso, grabbing the sides of the tub for leverage and try desperately to pull myself out of the water, but I never budge that hand an inch.

“Look at him mama!” Gretchen calls out, worming the pumice stone over my heel, “Baby boy can’t handle his pedicure! Laugh for me, baby boy, laugh while I make the bottom of your foot even softer!”

I don’t want to laugh, but I just can’t help it. Hysterical shrieks keep pouring from my lips as my arms pinwheel in desperation. If only my foot hadn’t soaked in warm, soapy water! Maybe then it would hurt, and I could grunt in pain or even scream in agony! Anything would be better than the damn hysteria that stone plummets me into.

Then Gretchen goes for my toes, gliding the pumice underneath them, poking it in between. My laughter somehow doubles, becoming a wild, frenzied cackling. I grab Mrs. Weiss’s forearm with both hands, trying desperately to get the pinning hand off of me, but it’s like trying to shove a pillar!

I don’t know how long Gretchen keeps me in that state. She keeps taunting me throughout, calling me baby boy and telling me that once my pedicure is over my sole will feel like silk and be even more ticklish than before. All I can do is splash and howl, tilting back my head and letting the ticklish agony rush forth like a geyser.

Finally, at some signal from her mother, Gretchen stops and my foot is released. All I can do is lie there exhausted, the energy pulled out of my body by the tickling.

What scares me is that Gretchen is right. These pedicures have only been going on a for a bit longer than a week, and already my feet were more sensitive. The shag of the carpet was even starting to make me giggle! That meant the next time Gretchen wanted to tickle my feet, it would be even worse, more torturous, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The only relief I had laying in the hot water was that my other foot was safe. It was on the side of the tub up against the wall. Tomorrow, Mrs. Weiss would lay me in the tub facing the other direction so that foot could get its scrubbing. One foot a day.

So I had every reason to believe my bathtime ordeal was over. Until I heard Mrs. Weiss say “Gretchen, dear, your fiancé looks glum. I think he needs a reward for being such a good boy.”

Gretchen looked down at my manhood, erect as always after a severe tickling, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Then she began slipping off her clothing.

Panic rose in my chest. Oh no! Not again! I scrambled to get out of the water, but Mrs. Weiss easily grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. As every other time she had gotten ahold of me, her thin fingers were like manacles and her willowy arms like chains. Inescapable.

Gretchen climbed into the tub, wearing no more clothes than I. Her small breasts stood firm while her unkempt pubic hairs were as golden as the ones on her head. She straddled me, the tub an extra wide one, her hand lining up my penis. Then she slid down my shaft, hot, wet, tight.

The need to groan, to let out some audible sign of the raw pleasure I felt, was tremendous. I stifled it somehow, even though it made my body wrack. Somehow I maintained that silence even as she slid up and down, riding my dick like a greased pole.

Someone might wonder why I was still holding out. After all, the wedding date was set. Nothing I could do about that. And now there was this slender, attractive woman, mounting me, her breasts so close I could suck them dry! Why still resist?

Because they were using the sex to control me just as much as the tickling. It was classic conditioning, reward and punishment. It was a form of brainwashing. If I wasn’t careful, I’d start thinking that the tickling wasn’t so bad, that marrying Gretchen could work, as long as they kept fucking me. It was a trap, one I wasn’t going to fall into easily.

“Oh,” Gretchen sighed deeply, the ecstasy showing on her face as she forced herself down on my manhood, “My…my baby boy is too quiet. Let’s see if we can get him to make some noise.” She reached up and raked her fingernails down my armpits.

I howled again. Gretchen’s fingers were slick with soap and lotion, and they sent waves of hysteria as they wiggled through my hollows. Instinctively, I pulled down as hard as I could, using every muscle in my upper body. They didn’t budge.

“HAH AHAHAHA AHAHAHAH A N NNN AHAHAHAH UUHHHHHH A AHAHA A AHAAHAHAAHHAHA GGRGRGR AHAHAHAH A A AUHHHHHHHHHHHH A AHAH AH AHAHAHAHAHHAHAMMMMNNNNNN AH AA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH AHAHAH!!!!!!”

“OOOOHHHH YYYESSSSSSSS,” Gretchen screamed, “Laugh for me! OOOHHHH GAWWWDDDD!!!! Laugh for me!” An euphoria was plastered across her face. It was as if my hysterical cries were fueling her passion as much as my penis. It was driving her to keep pumping up and down, up and down.

I had to obey. Her fingers wiggling across my tender flesh left me no choice. I laughed and laughed, my cries becoming higher and higher pitched as the torment from her dancing digits continued. My own grunts of rapture were mingled in, impossible to hold back.

I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t cum for Gretchen again! I had failed to hold out that night in the guest room, I couldn’t yield now. Despite the raw sensation building on my shaft, I had to hold back.

Gretchen’s fingers were digging into my pits now, now delicacy, no technique. She was so overcome with passion I doubt she had the presence of mind to do anything else. It was still driving me crazy, sending bolts of pure hysteria, like electricity, coursing through my body, mingling with the ecstasy coming from my member.

“HA AHAHA OOOOHHHHH NNGGG AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MEERRRCYCYYCYY UUUHHHHH AHAHA AHAHAHA NAWWOWOWO NNNHHHHHHH AH AHAHAHAH NAWOOO AHAHAH MORREEEE EHEH EHEHE EHEHEHE EHEH I I AHA AHAHAHAHAH CAHAHAHAHNNTTTT AHAH”

Holding back was like trying to stop a flood with your bare hands. Every time Gretchen slid down my shaft, it caused the need building inside me to grow, threatening to overpower my resistance. She kept grinding me, her body tantalizing mine. It took pure concentration to keep the door closed, the concentration to focus on anything other than my desire.

“Cum for me!” Gretchen yelled, her voice shrill, “Cum for me my giggly baby boy! Cum for me my tickle pet!” The expression on her face was frenzied, sweat streaming down with her blonde hair damp, plastered to her head. Her hips were moving faster, harder, as if she was trying to force the cum out of me. Damn, she was so tight! I…It…OOOOOOOhhhhhooHHHH.

If she’d only stop tickling me! Then I could think! But as long as she had those nails scraping over my underarms, forcing me to bellow, I couldn’t focus! I tossed my head from side to side, each flick of her fingers drawing out more cackles from me. Hard to think! Hard…can’t…it tickles! It tickles so much! Can’t…so distracting! Oh god, its building! My hips are thusting, grinding into Gretchen’s! I’m…I’m…

And then Gretchen came first. It happened quickly. All of a sudden, could feel her pussy tighten, hear her breathing grow raspy, her moans turning into something like a cat’s purring, but higher pitch, more wild and earthy. She pounded down on me, hard, grinding her pelvis into mine. She threw back her head, exposing her throat, and cried out in primitive carnal lust.

The pleasure was like a tidal wave at that point, threatening to sweep me away. I would have too, but at that exact moment, the tickling stopped. Swept away by her own orgasm, Gretchen couldn’t keep her fingers moving. Able to focus, I somehow rode out her wild heaving, kept myself together.

For a second, I thought I might last. Gretchen was clearly in afterglow, her eyes glazed over. She still wasn’t tickling my pits again, though she still had me mounted, putting delicious pressure on my penis.

The Mrs. Weiss leaned in and kissed me. It should have been a small thing, but it totally blindsided me. I…I can’t explain that kiss. It was full of bliss and sweetness. Her lips were so knowing, pressing on mine exactly right. Her tongue poked out just a bit, licking my lips and fanning my desires. For a second, it was as if she was consuming me, swallowing me up.

She released my arms and they somehow found themselves wrapped around Gretchen’s mother, wet hands sliding up the back of her blouse. I would have pulled her into the tub with Gretchen and me, but if possible, but she was as immovable as usual.

At that second, my emotions caught up with my body and I was consumed by a…a hunger that I have never known before. Gretchen’s pussy slid just a bit, caressing my penis and I erupted like a volcano, spraying my seed deep inside her, pumping and pumping as Gretchen started riding me again.

Gretchen clung to me, her face a mask of exhausted triumph. She had again forced me to submit to her will. I glanced over at her mother and saw the same look. Gretchen had been so caught up in the moment, I wasn’t sure if she had seen what had passed between me and her mother, that it had been that kiss that had pushed me over the edge.
* * * * *
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every night since the forced engagement I had slept like a baby for some strange reason. Maybe the tickling exhausted me that much, or it was my subconscious’s way of helping escape reality, or maybe the Weiss’s were doing something else to me to force me into slumber. But not that night.

I couldn’t get that kiss out of my mind. The…tenderness of it, the warmth, the way it had made me feel kept going around and around in my brain. It kept me awake, dreaming. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lauren Weiss. It was like…I was falling for her!

But I couldn’t! She was Gretchen’s mother, even if she looked young enough to be her older sister. Worse, was her prisoner! It was her superhuman strength that allowed Gretchen to tickle me senseless, that had forced me into this engagement and kept me from running away. I could deal with Gretchen and her nearly pathological need to tickle me if it wasn’t for her mother!

But I couldn’t help it! Just the memory of that kiss, of the feel of being in her arms, the site of her small, bare feet (she loved to go without shoes or socks) kept my head spinning!

Maybe Lauren Weiss could be the solution to my problem, instead of the cause! She didn’t seem to have the same need to tickle me her daughter had. If I could talk to her alone, convince her how awful it was for me, maybe she’d call off the engagement, or at least not hold me down while Gretchen carried out the torture. If only I could talk to her alone.

And what better time than the middle of the night.

Slowly, I crept out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms (I didn’t have access to me clothes. I could only wear what Mrs. Weiss laid out for me) and started down the hall, the floor cold on my soles (I hadn’t seen shoes or socks since the first night).

I was dark, in the house, even though there were no blinds or curtains on the windows, truly dark, that kind of dark you only get in the middle of nowhere. That was because Gretchen and her mother had moved me out to their country estate (who knew the Weiss’s had money) and we were surrounded by mile after mile of wilderness. Going out the way I was dressed would amount to suicide.

The forest around the estate made a very good prison wall.

I made it to the ground floor where Mrs. Weiss’s bedroom was and heard a rustling off to my left. Curious, I walked that way and saw a sliver of light coming through the crack of a nearly closed door. Could she be in there? I crept up to the door, in case in was Gretchen (she’d torment me if she saw me), and peaked through the crack. What I saw astonished me.

Gretchen was indeed in the room, but she was in no position to tickle me. She was naked herself this time and strapped to some kind of bondage frame shaped like an X. With her an arm or leg attached to each leg, her entire body was exposed, and she didn’t seem all that happy about it.

“Mother!” she squealed, “Mother, please! Don’t this to me!”

I couldn’t help but stare at Gretchen. Yes I had seen her naked before, but then I was also being tortured, trying to get away, trying not to surrender to her body. I didn’t really have the time to appreciate her slender, athletic body, her smallish, firm breasts and her long legs. Quite nice.

“Do you know why I tickled your foot while you were taking Lewis for the first time?” Mrs. Weiss asked, ignoring her daughter’s pleas and twirling what looked like a paintbrush in her hand. She was dressed just as she had been all day, a simple dress that looked like it had come from the 1950’s.

“What?!” Gretchen’s voice was shrill, “No! Why did you do that?! I…I almost couldn’t keep my hold on him! Lewis almost got away! That…that…” She pulled at her straps, anger on her face.

“Because, child, I had to test your strength,” Mrs. Weiss ran the brush underneath one of Gretchen’s breasts, drawing out a giggle despite Gretchen’s rage, “Only a strong woman will be able to keep even a weak man like Lewis under control. I decided you were strong enough…barely”

“he ehe eheh Barely!” Gretchen snapped, still giggling as her mother tracing shapes with the bristles on her small boob, “I ehe e hehehllddd on! I kehehpppt my thighhsss tight! I he ehe fuhuhuhckked him!”

“Yes you did,” Lauren sounded like a disapproving teacher, “You did keep your legs like a vice, but you also laughed and begged me to stop, showing him just how ticklish you were. You admitted your weakness to him, a weakness he could exploit one day.”

“I eh ehehe I coulldnn’t he ehehe heehehlllpp ittt ehehe youuhuhuhuh knoohoho myyy he ehehehehe feeeheheheettt are tihihihihickkklisshhshhhhh!” Gretchen giggled harder as the brush moved faster.

“I know, and now so does Lewis, and that’s what makes you weak. What happens one day when he gets the upper hand? You’ll end up laughing and begging…like now. “ Her voice sounded like she was discussing the weather, calm and mundane, like what she was doing was somehow common place.

I could feel myself harden again. Watching Mrs. Weiss move the brush, listening to Gretchen laugh, seeing her naked body twist and turn, it aroused feelings in me I didn’t know I had.

“But,” Lauren Weiss continued, “You did hold on, and I wanted you to have him so badly, so I convinced myself you could handle it…barely. Then there was today. In the tub. All you had to do was ride him, force him to climax, to continue smothering his will with pleasure. But you came first. You orgasmed before he did and risked everything.”

A second brush appeared in Lauren’s other hand. She wielded them as if she were ambidextrous, one grazing the underside of Gretchen’s left tit, the other swirling around the right, tracing a circle maybe an inch from her pert nipple.

Gretchen’s laughter erupted, doubling and doubling again, her blue eyes lit up in hysteria.

“HE EHEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEH YEEYEHHEHEHHSSSSSSS EH EHEHEHEHEHEH YEEHEHEHESSSSS E EHEHEH EHEHE I EHEHEHEHEHE CAAAHHAAHMMEEEE AH AHAHAHAHAHA FIRRSSTTTTTS AH AHAHA AHAHAH SOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”

“No, my dear. You proved Lewis is stronger,” Mrs. Weiss was cold, as she pronounced her sentence, “He was able to hold out against you, able to resist your charms. Oh, maybe you would have forced him to pop his cork eventually, he is only a man, but he would have still known his fortitude was greater than yours, that you couldn’t control him forever.”

“AH AHAHAH AHAHA I AHAHAAH I CAAAAHAHHNNNN AHAHAHA AHAHA I CAAAHAHANNN AH AHAHA MAAHAHAHAHMMMYYY AHAHA AHAHAHAH I SWERRRRRRR AH AHAHAHA GGRHRRHHHHH C C AH AAHAH AHHAS COHOHOHOHONNNNTROHOHOHOLLLLLL AHAHAHAHA HIHIHIIMMMMM!!!”

As the brushed kept caressing Gretchen’s breasts, I could see the sweat building on her face, hear her voice growing horse. They were arguing about me like I was a possession, determining who should own me, I had no say at all. I felt my shame grow, replacing my arousal.

“PLELEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH AHA AHAHAHAHAHA PLLEEHEHEHEHEHE MAMMMMAAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAH PLEHEHEHEHEHSSSEEE GIHIIVVVVVV AHAHAHA MEHEHEEE GIIVVVHIHIIGIIVVV AHAHAHH MEHEEHEHEH A CHAHAHHNNNCCCCCEEEEE!”

“No. I’m afraid I have to take Lewis away,” Lauren continued, oblivious to her daughter’s outburst, “You just aren’t a big enough girl to keep him.” Somehow the brushes moved even faster, criss-crossing her breasts at tremendous speed. Gretchen’s laughter picked up even more intensity, thundering across the small room.

“HE EHEHEHEEH HEHEHEH SORRRYYYYY EH EHEHEEHEHH SORRYRYYYYYY EHEHEHEHEHE MAAAAHAHAHAHMMMYYYY AHA AHAHAHAH SOHOHOHOHOHOO AHAHAHAH SORORRRYRYYYY AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHEHESSSEEE AHAHAHAHH STAWWPPPP!!!”

“Please stop?” Mrs. Weiss mocked, “Please stop? IS that all you have to say. You are pathetic, Gretchen. A little tickling, and you give up. You don’t deserve Lewis. You can’t handle him. Not without me. You just aren’t ready.”

Would Mrs. Weiss ‘take me away’? I couldn’t help but wonder what it would mean. Would she set me free? ‘Give’ me to someone else? Maybe she’d keep me for herself. Despite the humiliation of being owned, that last thought made my heart pound! I…she…my libido was suddenly in overdrive.
“HA AHAHAHAH NAWWOOOO AHA AHAHAH AHAHA NAHWWOOOOO AH AH AHAHAHAHA MIHIHIHINNEEEE AH AHAHAH MINNEEE EHA AHAHAHAHA HE’SSS AH AHAHAHAHA HE’SSSS HA AHAHAHA MINNEEEE ASHAHAHHA PLLHEEHEHEHHAHSSSEEE EHAHA AHAHAH MAAHAHAHMMMYYY AHAH AHAHAHAH YOUUHUHUHUHUH PROMMIISSSSEEEDDDDDDD!!!!!”

Both brushes suddenly zeroed in on Gretchen’s nipples, looping around her areola, sliding across their hardness. Gretchen erupted, tossing back her head and howled, a high pitched, piercing laughter that hurt my ears. It continued for an eternity, bouncing off the walls, threatening to shatter glass, as one of her most intimate places was tormented, driving her insane.

“Ready, what do you know of ready,” Mrs. Weiss mocked at last , “I promised because I thought you were strong, that you’d do what it took to hold onto him.”

“AH AHAHAH AHAHAHA RREEHEHEHEHEHEHDDDYYYYY AH AHAHAHA A AHAHAHAH IIHIHIHIHIMMM AH AHAHA AAHAHH REHEHEHEHDYDYYYYYY AHAHAH I IILLLL HE EHEHEH EHEHE DUHUHUHUHUHU AHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHNNNNNNYYYHTHHIINNGGGGG AHAHAHAH ANNYYTHHHAHAHHTHIIINGGG AHAHAH YUHUHUHUHU AHAHAHAH WAHAHAHAHNNNTTT AHAHAHAHAH JUHUHUHUHUSSTTT AHAHAHAH DOOHOHOHONNNTTT AHAHHAH TAAHAHAHKKEEE AHAHAHAH HIIMMMMMM!!!”

“You will? Anything? Are you willing to prove your strength?” Her mother asked, brushes moving so fast on pert nipples they may have been vibrating. I couldn’t even follow their path.

Gretchen could no longer form words, her thundering, hysterical cries drowning out any intelligible noises. Her body was now covered with sweat, and a…maniacal, animalistic look in her eyes. She nodded ‘Yes’.

Still, the tickling didn’t end. Mrs. Weiss calmly kept the brushes moving as her daughter’s cries grow more and more shrill, then finally cutting off as she went into silent laughter. Even then, the tickling continued, Gretchen’s suffering shown only by the way her body was wracked with by outbursts that no one could hear.

Even I, who had been punished so much by this woman, began to feel sorry for her. Why would her mother do this to her? It was…barbaric!

Finally it stopped. Gretchen looked almost dead, as flushed as a human could be, hair plastered to her head, gasping for breath like a drowning victim. She kept nodding ‘Yes’, however, over and over again, still pleading with her mother.

“Th…thank you mother…” she said in a whisper when able, “Thank y…you…I’lll…<gasp> I’ll do…do anything…anything…I…I sw…swear.”

“Would you wear the Belt?” Lauren Weiss asked, a capital ‘B’ obvious in her speech.

Gretchen looked horrified, and for a second I thought she’d refuse. Then, again, she nodded her head.

“Good girl,” Mrs. Weiss said, putting down the brushes, “You may be strong enough yet.” She grabbed something from a table that did look like a black belt, but it had what could only be called a crotch panel attached as well as an extra strap.

“Now hold still,” she fastened it around her daughter’s waist, then put the extra strap through her legs and hooked it near the small of her back. She did something to with the crotch panel, but Mrs. Weiss was between me and it while she did it, blocking my vision. Whatever it was, it was plastered against Gretchen’s nether reasons when she stepped back.

Gretchen still look terrified, but she kept her head up, trying to appear brave. Then the belt started to buzz, and a look of bliss filled her eyes. She caught her breath and bit her lip.

“Now Gretchen,” Mrs. Weiss said softly, “If you cum, the belt will punish you, It’ll tickle your hips, your privates. So you can’t cum.”

“But I,” Gretchen started, but shuddered as a slight moan passed her lips.

“If our strong enough, that won’t be a problem, will it?” Mrs. Weiss asked. She got no answer. Just another soft, guttural sound.

As I watched this, I realized that there would be no mercy for me, not from a woman who could do this to her own daughter. If she could do this to Gretchen, what would she do to me. I was just a man, something she didn’t even consider human.

I had to escape, forest or no forest, tonight, while they were occupied. No matter what was out there. After all, it could hardly be worse.

milagros317
07-11-2015, 04:06 PM
Great story! I love this continuation. :D

joe_t_74
07-11-2015, 07:27 PM
Amazing again!!! Can't wait for more :)

amkes
07-14-2015, 08:13 PM
Holy crap that was awesome. What could she do to Lewis that is worse then what she just did to her daughter???

Smellking
07-15-2015, 03:24 AM
please continue. with tied up tickling and forced to sniff her stinky nylons.

i64ever
07-21-2015, 10:21 PM
Should be starting part 3 soon.

marilyn perth
07-22-2015, 03:29 AM
Excellent story, will the daughter (Gretchen) tickle back her mother?

FGG
07-26-2015, 11:36 AM
I love your story, very well written! Love the scenario! Hope part 3 (and other parts) involves some (evil) bondage as well? :) some tied down orgasm tickling will do baby boy well :)

chefkc
07-26-2015, 02:07 PM
Incredible story can't wait for the next part!!!!!!! :yourock:

smart-tickler
07-29-2015, 08:44 AM
great story. Setting it up nicely for some good twists i hope

ticklishsize12s
07-29-2015, 02:55 PM
Very nice and hope there's more to come of that