The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip, this time to California. The trip did not go well. They started by losing two of three to the Giants in San Fransisco, and followed that up by losing two of three again in San Diego, and then finished up the road trip by losing two of three in LA. They returned home, on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand.
On the plane flight home, Mitch felt tired, irritable, and angry. He knew that when he got home, it would be the same old thing, sex, and then the usual routine. Despite the fact that he and Naomi had gotten along very well on the previous homestand, and had been relating generally fine of late, Mitch's angry and dominant side came to the surface during that six hour flight, and, he resolved to act in a manner that he knew might not be to his best interest.
When he got home to his apartment, after 1am on Monday morning, Naomi was there, loving and supportive, and all ready to take away his troubles:" Poor baby, had such a long and bad road trip. Nai's here, to soothe your every woe" She said, showering him with kisses. As Naomi undid her nightgown, and Mitch's clothes, he debated whether to proceed forth with his plan, knowing it could result in a trip to the guest room, or to just do his husbandly duty, have sex with her, and maintain peace. He did the former, in a low key way, at first, to try and temper the possible argument, because he was tired:" Naomi, can we do oral sex tonight, mutual oral sex. No intercourse. I am tired, and I just dont feel like intercourse" He said Naomi looked at Mitch, puzzled. In the quarter century they had been together, Mitch had rarely, if ever, refused a chance to have intercourse with his wife. Nontheless, she sensed that he was tired, and in a bad mood, and didnt want to start a fight, so, she played the submissive and agreeable one, and quickly agreed:" "Sure, baby, whatever you want is fine. We dont have to do intercourse tonight. If all you want to do is oral, we can" Naomi dropped to the ground, and began pleasuring Mitch orally, his penis throbbing, as he moaned, ready to erupt, inside of his wife's mouth. Finally, after not too long, he erupted, with a massive shoot off, and she spit it into a cup. After that, Naomi lied down, and Mitch pleasured her orally, which resulted in multiple orgasms, and, honestly, didnt feel too bad. After holding each other, the couple fell off into a deep sleep, with Naomi unaware of Mitch's true mood, and what he was really thinking.
The next morning, after sending their family off, Naomi tried to tempt Mitch to have intercourse, by offering him more pleasures:" I know a lady who wants to stand on a ladder for you, and then is going to give you her feet tonight" Naomi said, kissing Mitch, and trying to arouse his penis. Mitch was unresponsive, and then said:" Ah, I dont feel like having intercourse, how about we do the oral thing again?" He suggested. Naomi looked at him in disbelief, and then said:" You dont want to fuck me? What's with you? What did you do?" She demanded. "I didnt DO anything! As I was coming home, on that fucking six hour plane ride, after that shitty road trip, I kept thinking, hmm, I want to be dominant this homestand. I want it MY way. What if I refused to have intercourse with you the whole homestand, and said we could only have oral sex, and nothing else, and that you still had to do the ladders and foot smelling thing for me anyway!" Mitch said. "I'd say you were a madman, and that you would be spending a lot of time in the doghouse, and the guest room, now get over yourself, do your duty as a husband, and fuck me!" Naomi said, her voice rising, and spreading her naked legs, showing the lips of her pussy. "I told you, I dont feel like fucking you, so dont try to bully me. I wont have it. IAM the man, the master, and you are the woman, the submissive. What I say goes! YOU cannot tell me what to do!" Mitch said, arrogantly. Naomi got up out of bed, shaking with rage:" Okay, you know what, I dont know what has gotten into you, but I've been spending the last 12 hours throwing myself at you, and all you are doing is treating me like shit, so, you know what Mitchell, now, go fuck yourself, you dont get my pussy, or oral sex, or intercourse, or anything! All you get is the guest room, until you fucking get over yourself, and get out of whatever the hell caused this!" Naomi screamed, getting up, putting on a robe, and exiting the room.
That night, the couple traveled in seperate cars to the ballpark, for the game with Washington. Kate Hudson was on the hill, and, in spite of Mitch striking out four times, the Good Guys pieced together enough hits, to win, 3-0. That night, after dinner with the team, as the couple got home, Naomi screamed curse words at Mitch, threw his pillow and blanket on the couch, and slammed the bedroom door, locking it, clearly fed up with his attitude. The next day, when they got up, Mitch and Naomi said nothing to each other, and Mitch headed for the casino early, staying there all day, and losing $1000, before the Good Guys had to play that night at the ballpark again. Gil Bellows was on the mound, and gave up but two runs, but lost, 2-0, as the Good Guys scored none. That night, Naomi tried to break the impasse:" Do you want to come back to bed, and fix what caused this?" She said, trying to stay calm. "No" Mitch replied. "Fine, fucking bastard, you would rather maintain your rigid position, and your stupid male dominance, than get sex from your wife. It has to make me wonder, Mitchell, Hmmmmm, who the fuck else are you getting it from, because, the last three nights, you havent gotten it from me, so who else!" She demanded. "If you want to believe I am getting it from someone else, you believe what you want to . I have no comment, and I am not fucking you, until you give me what I want!" Mitch said. "WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT! THAT'S ALL I FUCKING DO IS GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT, FOR 25 FUCKING YEARS. LADDERS! FEET! TICKLING! FOOT WORSHIP! I've given it to you all, and all you want to do is be a bastard to me! What's the point, why did you even come home, why the fuck are you even here, just go!" Naomi said, in an uncontrollable rage, tears of misery rolling down her face. Instead of softening up, comforting his wife, and ending the impasse. Mitch got a suitcase, packed some clothes, and started for the door. "I am going to the hotel. I need to think. I may be back in a day, or a week. I dont know" Mitch said. "If you leave, I am changing the locks, and filing for divorce. If you wont tell me what's bothering you, then how can we have a marriage?" Naomi said, tears in her eyes, but calmer than she had been. Mitch put down his suitcase, went near Naomi, and told her:" I told you, dominance, my way, but, if you are going to threaten me with divorce, then fine, let's go in the bedroom, and fuck. I will give you what you want, since you cant seem to go on without this fighting" Mitch said, undoing Naomi's blouse. "You touch one more button on that blouse, I swear I am going to kick you in the balls. You truly have lost it. Let me tell you loud and clear. I am your wife, you fucking dirty son of a bitch. I am not your slave, or your doormat. I dont mind bending over backwards to make you happy, but you cant treat me like this. Now I'll tell you what, since you froze me out, I am going to freeze you out. All you get is the couch, for the rest of the fucking homestand, until I'm good and ready, oh, and if you cross me again, I will throw you out, change the locks, and file for divorce. I will not go on like this with you, Mitchell!" Naomi said, marching to the bedroom, while slamming, and locking, the door. The next night, Mitch struck out five times, as Charlize Theron allowed only one run, and lost, 1-0.
Thursday was an off day. That morning, a still livid Naomi, and a more sheepish Mitch, showed up for counesling, with Naomi relaying the events of that week. "He came home all with this attitude, and refused to fuck me. He was all cruel, and on his high horse, and I went off on him. I am livid at him. I told you earlier in the week how it is, and if you dont think I'll do it, dont test me" She said, with a voice of warning. "I spent six hours on the plane home from LA thinking about how I wanted total dominance, and, when I came home, I overdid it. I am sorry, okay, I didnt know it would cause you to go off like that" Mitch said. "How dont you have what you want? What is it that I dont do for you? You get tickling, foot worship, to smell my feet, bondage, ladders, and all the love and support that a woman can give a man. I cant give up anything more for you, Mitchell. I have given you my heart, soul, and life, for almost a quarter century. When you get these feelings on these long plane rides, you need to come home and tell me, and we will play dominance games if you want to, or I will give you what you want, as I always do, but I will not accept being treated as you have been treating me. As much as it would kill me, and it would, I will leave you first, Mitchell, I will not let you abuse me like this" Naomi said, strongly. That afternoon, when they got home, Naomi marched Mitch into the bedroom, removed his clothes, and her own, and said:" You have treated me like shit. Now, unless you want this apartment to be like the North Pole for the rest of the homestand, you will fuck me. I demand it, and I expect it. If you refuse, I have to give you consequences" Naomi said. Mitch completely abandoned his plan, did as he was told, and entered Naomi. In spite of the fact that she was less than thrilled with him, she erupted with orgasms the minute he entered her, her body pent up from all the weeks of not having been screwed:" Dont you understand that all I want to do is make you happy? Dont you get that, you son of a bitch?" Naomi moaned, as he was inside of her. Mitch sheepishly nodded in agreement. "We have a lot to talk about, but, also, I expect to be fucked at least once a day for the rest of the homestand. You owe me after how you've treated me, oh, and, of course, you will get a ladder show, and to smell my feet, because, as angry as I am with you, I still also love you, with all my heart, and cant stand if I know I'm not pleasing you" Naomi said.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the hill, and pitched well, but got shut out, 3-0. Rachel Leigh Cook took her turn on Saturday night, and pitched very effectively, allowing but one run, in a 4-1 win. After the tickle party that night, and a lot of dancing, things seemed calmer when Mitch and Naomi got home, so, she led him to the bedroom, sat on the bed, removed her shoes, and put her feet near him:" Here, smell them, and then, I'll get up the ladder for you, and you can fuck me" Naomi said. In spite of the fact that Naomi's feet were soaked with sweat, from dancing all night, Mitch did, in fact, smell them, and then, dried off the bottoms of her feet, as she stood barefoot on a high ladder for him, as his penis swelled. When she came down, the couple did fuck, and had a good one, as Mitch began to realize how stupid he had been. He already had a wife who gave him everything, he didnt have to dominate her, unless it was a tickle game, all he had to do was be respectful, and ask, and he would usually get what he wanted. In the meantime, in the Sunday game, Kate Hudson pitched, in front of a sellout. Kate dominated that day, allowing only five hits, and striking out eleven, as the Good Guys hit four homers, three solos, and a two run shot, in a 5-0 whitewashing.
The Reds came to town on Monday night, in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night, and fired a good game, but lost, 3-2. Charlize Theron took the ball on Tuesday night, She threw a great outing, allowing but four hits, and fanning nine, in a 4-1 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. The game didnt start well as Neve got racked for four early runs. Then, the bullpen came in, and shut things down. The game was still 4-0 in the eighth, when the Good Guys suddenly erupted for four runs, getting an RBI hit, and a three run homer. In the eleventh, with the score tied 4-4, Mitch came up, and delivered a solo bomb, to end the homestand on a high note, in a 5- 4 Good Guy win, that completed a six and three homestand. On field, it had been a fine time, but off field, anything but.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee would be one of the hair stylists, who did hair for the Good Guys TV crew. The tall, lanky redhead, who had a very nice and tight behind, was tied hands and feet in the middle of the fetish club, in a bra and panties. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on the redhead's neck with fingers, as her head moved from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, Catcher Barney was next, tickling the slim redhead on her underarms, sides, belly, and ribs with fingers, as more squeals commenced:AHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOO! Working down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling the beautiful redhead on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as her squeals continued:HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch was the last tickler, tickling the soles of the redhead's soft feet. He attacked the redhead's feet with fingers, two feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her soles and toes. The redhead lost it, she wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with giggles, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! I CANT STAND IT! I GIVE UP! NO PLEASE NO MORE NO! HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the pretty redhead was untied.
On Thursday night, Naomi, as she always did, drove Mitch to the airport, to catch the team flight to Washington:" I know we didnt have a great homestand this time. I'm sorry I had to be that way. Have a great trip, and I will miss you. Please think carefully on the plane, before you come home next time. I want to do everything in my power to please you, but I want to be treated with respect" Naomi said, kissing him.
So, it had been a less than thrilling homestand due to Mitch's foolishness. Now, came a ten day road trip. Would the next homestand be better? That answer to come in the next segment of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
On the plane flight home, Mitch felt tired, irritable, and angry. He knew that when he got home, it would be the same old thing, sex, and then the usual routine. Despite the fact that he and Naomi had gotten along very well on the previous homestand, and had been relating generally fine of late, Mitch's angry and dominant side came to the surface during that six hour flight, and, he resolved to act in a manner that he knew might not be to his best interest.
When he got home to his apartment, after 1am on Monday morning, Naomi was there, loving and supportive, and all ready to take away his troubles:" Poor baby, had such a long and bad road trip. Nai's here, to soothe your every woe" She said, showering him with kisses. As Naomi undid her nightgown, and Mitch's clothes, he debated whether to proceed forth with his plan, knowing it could result in a trip to the guest room, or to just do his husbandly duty, have sex with her, and maintain peace. He did the former, in a low key way, at first, to try and temper the possible argument, because he was tired:" Naomi, can we do oral sex tonight, mutual oral sex. No intercourse. I am tired, and I just dont feel like intercourse" He said Naomi looked at Mitch, puzzled. In the quarter century they had been together, Mitch had rarely, if ever, refused a chance to have intercourse with his wife. Nontheless, she sensed that he was tired, and in a bad mood, and didnt want to start a fight, so, she played the submissive and agreeable one, and quickly agreed:" "Sure, baby, whatever you want is fine. We dont have to do intercourse tonight. If all you want to do is oral, we can" Naomi dropped to the ground, and began pleasuring Mitch orally, his penis throbbing, as he moaned, ready to erupt, inside of his wife's mouth. Finally, after not too long, he erupted, with a massive shoot off, and she spit it into a cup. After that, Naomi lied down, and Mitch pleasured her orally, which resulted in multiple orgasms, and, honestly, didnt feel too bad. After holding each other, the couple fell off into a deep sleep, with Naomi unaware of Mitch's true mood, and what he was really thinking.
The next morning, after sending their family off, Naomi tried to tempt Mitch to have intercourse, by offering him more pleasures:" I know a lady who wants to stand on a ladder for you, and then is going to give you her feet tonight" Naomi said, kissing Mitch, and trying to arouse his penis. Mitch was unresponsive, and then said:" Ah, I dont feel like having intercourse, how about we do the oral thing again?" He suggested. Naomi looked at him in disbelief, and then said:" You dont want to fuck me? What's with you? What did you do?" She demanded. "I didnt DO anything! As I was coming home, on that fucking six hour plane ride, after that shitty road trip, I kept thinking, hmm, I want to be dominant this homestand. I want it MY way. What if I refused to have intercourse with you the whole homestand, and said we could only have oral sex, and nothing else, and that you still had to do the ladders and foot smelling thing for me anyway!" Mitch said. "I'd say you were a madman, and that you would be spending a lot of time in the doghouse, and the guest room, now get over yourself, do your duty as a husband, and fuck me!" Naomi said, her voice rising, and spreading her naked legs, showing the lips of her pussy. "I told you, I dont feel like fucking you, so dont try to bully me. I wont have it. IAM the man, the master, and you are the woman, the submissive. What I say goes! YOU cannot tell me what to do!" Mitch said, arrogantly. Naomi got up out of bed, shaking with rage:" Okay, you know what, I dont know what has gotten into you, but I've been spending the last 12 hours throwing myself at you, and all you are doing is treating me like shit, so, you know what Mitchell, now, go fuck yourself, you dont get my pussy, or oral sex, or intercourse, or anything! All you get is the guest room, until you fucking get over yourself, and get out of whatever the hell caused this!" Naomi screamed, getting up, putting on a robe, and exiting the room.
That night, the couple traveled in seperate cars to the ballpark, for the game with Washington. Kate Hudson was on the hill, and, in spite of Mitch striking out four times, the Good Guys pieced together enough hits, to win, 3-0. That night, after dinner with the team, as the couple got home, Naomi screamed curse words at Mitch, threw his pillow and blanket on the couch, and slammed the bedroom door, locking it, clearly fed up with his attitude. The next day, when they got up, Mitch and Naomi said nothing to each other, and Mitch headed for the casino early, staying there all day, and losing $1000, before the Good Guys had to play that night at the ballpark again. Gil Bellows was on the mound, and gave up but two runs, but lost, 2-0, as the Good Guys scored none. That night, Naomi tried to break the impasse:" Do you want to come back to bed, and fix what caused this?" She said, trying to stay calm. "No" Mitch replied. "Fine, fucking bastard, you would rather maintain your rigid position, and your stupid male dominance, than get sex from your wife. It has to make me wonder, Mitchell, Hmmmmm, who the fuck else are you getting it from, because, the last three nights, you havent gotten it from me, so who else!" She demanded. "If you want to believe I am getting it from someone else, you believe what you want to . I have no comment, and I am not fucking you, until you give me what I want!" Mitch said. "WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT! THAT'S ALL I FUCKING DO IS GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT, FOR 25 FUCKING YEARS. LADDERS! FEET! TICKLING! FOOT WORSHIP! I've given it to you all, and all you want to do is be a bastard to me! What's the point, why did you even come home, why the fuck are you even here, just go!" Naomi said, in an uncontrollable rage, tears of misery rolling down her face. Instead of softening up, comforting his wife, and ending the impasse. Mitch got a suitcase, packed some clothes, and started for the door. "I am going to the hotel. I need to think. I may be back in a day, or a week. I dont know" Mitch said. "If you leave, I am changing the locks, and filing for divorce. If you wont tell me what's bothering you, then how can we have a marriage?" Naomi said, tears in her eyes, but calmer than she had been. Mitch put down his suitcase, went near Naomi, and told her:" I told you, dominance, my way, but, if you are going to threaten me with divorce, then fine, let's go in the bedroom, and fuck. I will give you what you want, since you cant seem to go on without this fighting" Mitch said, undoing Naomi's blouse. "You touch one more button on that blouse, I swear I am going to kick you in the balls. You truly have lost it. Let me tell you loud and clear. I am your wife, you fucking dirty son of a bitch. I am not your slave, or your doormat. I dont mind bending over backwards to make you happy, but you cant treat me like this. Now I'll tell you what, since you froze me out, I am going to freeze you out. All you get is the couch, for the rest of the fucking homestand, until I'm good and ready, oh, and if you cross me again, I will throw you out, change the locks, and file for divorce. I will not go on like this with you, Mitchell!" Naomi said, marching to the bedroom, while slamming, and locking, the door. The next night, Mitch struck out five times, as Charlize Theron allowed only one run, and lost, 1-0.
Thursday was an off day. That morning, a still livid Naomi, and a more sheepish Mitch, showed up for counesling, with Naomi relaying the events of that week. "He came home all with this attitude, and refused to fuck me. He was all cruel, and on his high horse, and I went off on him. I am livid at him. I told you earlier in the week how it is, and if you dont think I'll do it, dont test me" She said, with a voice of warning. "I spent six hours on the plane home from LA thinking about how I wanted total dominance, and, when I came home, I overdid it. I am sorry, okay, I didnt know it would cause you to go off like that" Mitch said. "How dont you have what you want? What is it that I dont do for you? You get tickling, foot worship, to smell my feet, bondage, ladders, and all the love and support that a woman can give a man. I cant give up anything more for you, Mitchell. I have given you my heart, soul, and life, for almost a quarter century. When you get these feelings on these long plane rides, you need to come home and tell me, and we will play dominance games if you want to, or I will give you what you want, as I always do, but I will not accept being treated as you have been treating me. As much as it would kill me, and it would, I will leave you first, Mitchell, I will not let you abuse me like this" Naomi said, strongly. That afternoon, when they got home, Naomi marched Mitch into the bedroom, removed his clothes, and her own, and said:" You have treated me like shit. Now, unless you want this apartment to be like the North Pole for the rest of the homestand, you will fuck me. I demand it, and I expect it. If you refuse, I have to give you consequences" Naomi said. Mitch completely abandoned his plan, did as he was told, and entered Naomi. In spite of the fact that she was less than thrilled with him, she erupted with orgasms the minute he entered her, her body pent up from all the weeks of not having been screwed:" Dont you understand that all I want to do is make you happy? Dont you get that, you son of a bitch?" Naomi moaned, as he was inside of her. Mitch sheepishly nodded in agreement. "We have a lot to talk about, but, also, I expect to be fucked at least once a day for the rest of the homestand. You owe me after how you've treated me, oh, and, of course, you will get a ladder show, and to smell my feet, because, as angry as I am with you, I still also love you, with all my heart, and cant stand if I know I'm not pleasing you" Naomi said.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the hill, and pitched well, but got shut out, 3-0. Rachel Leigh Cook took her turn on Saturday night, and pitched very effectively, allowing but one run, in a 4-1 win. After the tickle party that night, and a lot of dancing, things seemed calmer when Mitch and Naomi got home, so, she led him to the bedroom, sat on the bed, removed her shoes, and put her feet near him:" Here, smell them, and then, I'll get up the ladder for you, and you can fuck me" Naomi said. In spite of the fact that Naomi's feet were soaked with sweat, from dancing all night, Mitch did, in fact, smell them, and then, dried off the bottoms of her feet, as she stood barefoot on a high ladder for him, as his penis swelled. When she came down, the couple did fuck, and had a good one, as Mitch began to realize how stupid he had been. He already had a wife who gave him everything, he didnt have to dominate her, unless it was a tickle game, all he had to do was be respectful, and ask, and he would usually get what he wanted. In the meantime, in the Sunday game, Kate Hudson pitched, in front of a sellout. Kate dominated that day, allowing only five hits, and striking out eleven, as the Good Guys hit four homers, three solos, and a two run shot, in a 5-0 whitewashing.
The Reds came to town on Monday night, in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night, and fired a good game, but lost, 3-2. Charlize Theron took the ball on Tuesday night, She threw a great outing, allowing but four hits, and fanning nine, in a 4-1 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. The game didnt start well as Neve got racked for four early runs. Then, the bullpen came in, and shut things down. The game was still 4-0 in the eighth, when the Good Guys suddenly erupted for four runs, getting an RBI hit, and a three run homer. In the eleventh, with the score tied 4-4, Mitch came up, and delivered a solo bomb, to end the homestand on a high note, in a 5- 4 Good Guy win, that completed a six and three homestand. On field, it had been a fine time, but off field, anything but.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee would be one of the hair stylists, who did hair for the Good Guys TV crew. The tall, lanky redhead, who had a very nice and tight behind, was tied hands and feet in the middle of the fetish club, in a bra and panties. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on the redhead's neck with fingers, as her head moved from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, Catcher Barney was next, tickling the slim redhead on her underarms, sides, belly, and ribs with fingers, as more squeals commenced:AHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOO! Working down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling the beautiful redhead on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as her squeals continued:HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch was the last tickler, tickling the soles of the redhead's soft feet. He attacked the redhead's feet with fingers, two feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her soles and toes. The redhead lost it, she wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with giggles, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! I CANT STAND IT! I GIVE UP! NO PLEASE NO MORE NO! HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the pretty redhead was untied.
On Thursday night, Naomi, as she always did, drove Mitch to the airport, to catch the team flight to Washington:" I know we didnt have a great homestand this time. I'm sorry I had to be that way. Have a great trip, and I will miss you. Please think carefully on the plane, before you come home next time. I want to do everything in my power to please you, but I want to be treated with respect" Naomi said, kissing him.
So, it had been a less than thrilling homestand due to Mitch's foolishness. Now, came a ten day road trip. Would the next homestand be better? That answer to come in the next segment of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
