dahoochman
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The Indecent Proposal - Part 4 (Final) - MMMF/F Feet, Knees, Toes, Nylons, Bare
John watched his laptop screen intently as the 3 men continued their nonstop tickle attack on his helpless wife. Klaus was holding back the toes on her left foot as he slid his index finger up and down the silky stockinged sole of her trapped foot. Baron continued squeezing her knee caps and thighs, finding the spots that made her thrash the most concentrating on those.
While this was happening, the well dressed man who initiated the tickling straddled Jen, his weight pinning her upper body down. He would occasionally use his index finger in her exposed armpit, seeming to delight in her agony. He clenched his teeth, smiling a huge smile, as he stared down at the contortions Jen would make with her face as she howled with laughter. He turned to the camera again. "Do you ever tickle her John?" he asked mockingly. "Does she ever laugh this hard?"
John yelled at his monitor screen. "OK, just stop, please!" With that, Baron and Klaus stopped their tickling attacks. The man climbed off the table and walked toward the camera.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You really want us to stop? You really don't want the money?"
Before John could reply, Jen lifter her head off the table and yelled. "Don't you fucking DARE!"
John started to reply. "But hun?"
"No John! Don't you fucking dare! We NEED this money!" yelled Jen, catching her breath. "We need this fucking money!"
Turning her head towards the man she snapped. "Go ahead! Keep fucking going you fucking pervert! I will NEVER give up!"
"You heard her boys" the old man said, and with that they resumed their crazed tickling attack. As they did, Victoria moved into position on her right foot, with several long pieces of fluffy yarn.
"You know what to do" the man said to Victoria with an evil smile. Victoria nodded, putting the yarn down and picking up a scissor. She grabbed the nylon material near Jen's toes and pulled it taut, cutting the nylon and then letting it go. The material snapped back, still covering most of Jen's foot, but leaving her toes exposed. Victoria then took a length of yarn and tied it around Jen's big toe, then looped it through an eye-hole hook in the stocks, tieing her big toe back tightly and further immobilizing her foot. She then motioned for Klaus to stop, and repeated the process on Jen's left foot, securing her big toe back tightly.
The old man looked into the camera and spoke. "Ooooohhh, it looks like Victoria is feeling especially evil tonight!" he said with a laugh. "Now this is REALLY going to tickle her John! Just Watch!" he said, his focus now returning to the table.
Victoria approached Jen's right foot with another length of yarn, and Klaus slipped on a exfoliating glove, smiling at each other. As Klaus starting to rub his gloved hand up and down Jen's trapped left foot, Victoria was taking the fluffy yarn and running it in between Jen's helpless exposed toes.
The reaction was immediate. Jen immediately started thrashing, lifting her head off the table to look down at her tormentors as she squealed. After about a minutes of squealing and squeaking there was an extended period of silent laughter, followed by a long scream of ticklish agony. The man smiled in approval, and walked over to the table to look down at his helpless victim. Her eyes were watering now, makeup running down her face, and she shook her head left to right. Her wrists were starting to turn purple from pulling on her restraints. She was starting to have trouble catching her breath.
"OK JUST FUCKING STOP!" John screamed. "NO MORE! FOR GODS SAKE FUCKING STOP!!!"
The man motioned, and Victoria and Klaus stopped. Jen's body collapsed on the table, her breathing heavy. This time there was no argument.
"OK, she has had enough" said the man, walking toward the camera. Speaking directly to John, he said "I will have her home in an hour". With that the screen went blank.
The man motioned again, and Victoria walked to the head of the table and placed a cloth over Jen's mouth and nose, and she quickly went to sleep. Klaus and Baron then untied her, and carried her to the car.
John sat in his living room, looking at his watch from time to time. It had been almost an hour. Then he saw the Limo approaching, and he ran outside.
The Limo stopped in front of his house, and Baron emerged from the drivers seat. He open the passenger door, and Jen's stockinged leg appeared. John extended a hand and Jen took it, emerging from the Limo. She stood, still unsteady on her feet from the ordeal she had just been through. She was a mess - her shoes were missing, makeup had run down her cheeks, her hair a tangled mess from thrashing on the table. In her left hand was an envelope.
"What's that" asked John.
Handing him the envelope, Jen said "Here, read it." She handed John the envelope and walked past him toward the house. John opened the envelope and pulled out a hand written note. He read it to himself out loud. "John, I wanted to thank you for allowing me to play with your wife. You are a very lucky man to have her. Per our deal, she did not complete the full evening, so according to our contract I owe you nothing. However, I was touched that you would put a stop to her ordeal despite how much you both needed the money. Because of that, I will still pay you both the $10,000 we agreed to. The funds will be in your bank account tomorrow. All the best."
John stood there, stunned. Klaus walked past smiling, and got into the Limo. The Limo sped away, and John turned toward his house to see Jen waiting.
John watched his laptop screen intently as the 3 men continued their nonstop tickle attack on his helpless wife. Klaus was holding back the toes on her left foot as he slid his index finger up and down the silky stockinged sole of her trapped foot. Baron continued squeezing her knee caps and thighs, finding the spots that made her thrash the most concentrating on those.
While this was happening, the well dressed man who initiated the tickling straddled Jen, his weight pinning her upper body down. He would occasionally use his index finger in her exposed armpit, seeming to delight in her agony. He clenched his teeth, smiling a huge smile, as he stared down at the contortions Jen would make with her face as she howled with laughter. He turned to the camera again. "Do you ever tickle her John?" he asked mockingly. "Does she ever laugh this hard?"
John yelled at his monitor screen. "OK, just stop, please!" With that, Baron and Klaus stopped their tickling attacks. The man climbed off the table and walked toward the camera.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You really want us to stop? You really don't want the money?"
Before John could reply, Jen lifter her head off the table and yelled. "Don't you fucking DARE!"
John started to reply. "But hun?"
"No John! Don't you fucking dare! We NEED this money!" yelled Jen, catching her breath. "We need this fucking money!"
Turning her head towards the man she snapped. "Go ahead! Keep fucking going you fucking pervert! I will NEVER give up!"
"You heard her boys" the old man said, and with that they resumed their crazed tickling attack. As they did, Victoria moved into position on her right foot, with several long pieces of fluffy yarn.
"You know what to do" the man said to Victoria with an evil smile. Victoria nodded, putting the yarn down and picking up a scissor. She grabbed the nylon material near Jen's toes and pulled it taut, cutting the nylon and then letting it go. The material snapped back, still covering most of Jen's foot, but leaving her toes exposed. Victoria then took a length of yarn and tied it around Jen's big toe, then looped it through an eye-hole hook in the stocks, tieing her big toe back tightly and further immobilizing her foot. She then motioned for Klaus to stop, and repeated the process on Jen's left foot, securing her big toe back tightly.
The old man looked into the camera and spoke. "Ooooohhh, it looks like Victoria is feeling especially evil tonight!" he said with a laugh. "Now this is REALLY going to tickle her John! Just Watch!" he said, his focus now returning to the table.
Victoria approached Jen's right foot with another length of yarn, and Klaus slipped on a exfoliating glove, smiling at each other. As Klaus starting to rub his gloved hand up and down Jen's trapped left foot, Victoria was taking the fluffy yarn and running it in between Jen's helpless exposed toes.
The reaction was immediate. Jen immediately started thrashing, lifting her head off the table to look down at her tormentors as she squealed. After about a minutes of squealing and squeaking there was an extended period of silent laughter, followed by a long scream of ticklish agony. The man smiled in approval, and walked over to the table to look down at his helpless victim. Her eyes were watering now, makeup running down her face, and she shook her head left to right. Her wrists were starting to turn purple from pulling on her restraints. She was starting to have trouble catching her breath.
"OK JUST FUCKING STOP!" John screamed. "NO MORE! FOR GODS SAKE FUCKING STOP!!!"
The man motioned, and Victoria and Klaus stopped. Jen's body collapsed on the table, her breathing heavy. This time there was no argument.
"OK, she has had enough" said the man, walking toward the camera. Speaking directly to John, he said "I will have her home in an hour". With that the screen went blank.
The man motioned again, and Victoria walked to the head of the table and placed a cloth over Jen's mouth and nose, and she quickly went to sleep. Klaus and Baron then untied her, and carried her to the car.
John sat in his living room, looking at his watch from time to time. It had been almost an hour. Then he saw the Limo approaching, and he ran outside.
The Limo stopped in front of his house, and Baron emerged from the drivers seat. He open the passenger door, and Jen's stockinged leg appeared. John extended a hand and Jen took it, emerging from the Limo. She stood, still unsteady on her feet from the ordeal she had just been through. She was a mess - her shoes were missing, makeup had run down her cheeks, her hair a tangled mess from thrashing on the table. In her left hand was an envelope.
"What's that" asked John.
Handing him the envelope, Jen said "Here, read it." She handed John the envelope and walked past him toward the house. John opened the envelope and pulled out a hand written note. He read it to himself out loud. "John, I wanted to thank you for allowing me to play with your wife. You are a very lucky man to have her. Per our deal, she did not complete the full evening, so according to our contract I owe you nothing. However, I was touched that you would put a stop to her ordeal despite how much you both needed the money. Because of that, I will still pay you both the $10,000 we agreed to. The funds will be in your bank account tomorrow. All the best."
John stood there, stunned. Klaus walked past smiling, and got into the Limo. The Limo sped away, and John turned toward his house to see Jen waiting.
