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“Lost Super Bowl Bet” Part 2 (mmmm/ffff)

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“Lost Super Bowl Bet” Part 2


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Kara Sellers, Christiana Dalton, Erin Nettle, and Katie Hicks were now bound securely in the hogtie position in the strange penthouse. Each of them was lying on the carpet facing in towards each other in a loose circle. One of the captors named Caleb had just informed them that they would basically be compensation for him and his buddies since their husbands skipped out on a large Super Bowl bet back in the sports bar. The four women looked terrified as the men each paired off with them, moving around behind them and kneeling on the ground.

Caleb knelt behind Kara. The brunette Human Resources administrator pleaded and tried to talk some reason to the man. She insisted there must be something else they could work out. Kara squirmed in her tight black dress and pouted as she kicked her pointy black pumps in the air behind her. She called back to Caleb, “Sir, there must be SOME OTHER WAY besides all of this trouble! Oh God, what did you mean when you said you wanted to have fun with our feet?! Please, let me just get to an ATM. I assure you that whatever my husband owed you, I can withdraw it for you. Problem solved. Now please let us go!”

Caleb wasn’t interested in her money right now though. He wanted what was right in front of him. Gripping one of her pointy high heels, he began slipping her shoe off. Kara gasped as her slender, size 7 feet came into view. She crossed her other foot in front to try and hide the bare one. But Caleb simply slipped that heel off as well and tossed it to the side of her. Kara’s breathtaking, pale soles scrunched down and then flexed as she wiggled about. She had strong, milky white arches that had a defined curve. Her long, slender lollipop toes were each crowned with a passionate red polish. Caleb felt himself hardening already as he drank in the sight of Kara’s aesthetically gorgeous peds.

A man named Gavin knelt behind Christiana. The curvy brunette had plenty of attitude as he started pulling off her pointy black pumps, scoffing and grumbling while she was powerless to prevent it. Gavin slid off her heels, baring her shapely size 9’s. Christiana wiggled her unprotected feet about behind her as she rolled her eyes. Gavin studied her big, defined soles. They were meaty with robust, pinkish heels, substantial arches that wrinkled perfectly when she scrunched them, smooth and cushioned pads below her toes that were a rosy hue, and plump tootsies that fell perfectly in a descending row.

Christiana grunted now that she was relieved of her beloved high heels. She cursed the nerdy stockbroker under her breath. Christiana was certain he was fawning over the sight of her bare feet. She rudely started berating Gavin by saying, “There, is that what you wanted? To take my shoes off? Well there you go, loser! Happy now? You get to see my feet. Stupid foot losers. God, I can’t wait until our husbands find you guys. Because when they do, they’re going to kick your scrawny little MMMMFFFMMMM!!!”

Christiana’s eyes opened wide in shock as her voice was suddenly cut off. Gavin had lassoed the black strip of cloth around her head while she was scolding him and then pulled it snugly between her lips, shutting her up instantly. Christiana groaned and uttered confused, muffled questions as the gag pressed into her cheeks and was tied behind her head. Gavin addressed the other women, “Does anyone else feel like insulting us? Do we need to gag anyone else? Or can we get on with things?” The other wives looked at their friend sympathetically and shook their heads from side to side, indicating they didn’t want to he gagged again.

Bryson was behind Erin. Before taking away her platform heels, he asked her, “So are you going to talk back? Or is it okay if I take off your shoes now?” Erin looked like she wanted to cry, but whimpered, “...It’s okay. You can.” As Bryson tugged off Erin’s dull pink high heels, he was amazed at the sight of her adorable size 6 soles. She had small, round heels that were blemish free. They appeared as though she used a pumice stone religiously. Her soles were pale compared to the tops of her tanned feet. Erin’s creamy arches were wrinkled and tender looking, begging to be touched. The balls of her feet and the pads below her toes were not very pronounced. But her toes were long for her shoe size and well defined. The thin toe stems led up to cute as button tips that were painted a dark green color to match her dress and fingernails. Erin immediately crossed over her feet, trying somehow to hide them. She was mortified that a creepy stranger was checking them out.

Katie was struggling against her ropes still, making her hands purple from pulling so much. A single vein was seen bulging in her neck for a short time as she caught her breath. The guy kneeling behind her was named Alex. He asked her, “Trying to go somewhere? You don’t mind if I take off your heels, do you?” Katie smiled a little, but it was the kind of smile someone gave when they were so unbelievably mad it was dangerous. She replied curtly, “Do I have a choice?”

Without responding, Alex gripped her tan platform heels and wrestled them away from her strong feet. Despite her feelings on the matter, Katie found herself barefoot like the others. Her meaty size 8 soles were on display for her captors now. Katie had large heels that were kept soft from wearing socks and tennis shoes most of the time. Katie’s arches were smooth and tender, especially down around her pale insteps. The balls of her feet were muscular and round, helping to create noticeably high arches. Katie’s pads below her toes were wrinkle free and inviting, almost a little shiny with perspiration from being snug in her heels in a warm bar. Her toes were also meaty, but not short. And she had just had them cleaned up and professionally painted with dark blue toenail polish.

As Katie was feeing unsettled by the feeling of suddenly being barefoot in a room full of foot creeps, she heard Kara begin to giggle and then shortly thereafter, she began laughing. Katie looked over to check on her friend and realized Caleb was now scratching his fingers across her naked feet and tickling them. Kara instinctually began to writhe and twist as much as she could in her hogtied position, but it was difficult to protect her upturned soles. Caleb scurried his fingers along her feminine foot bottoms as the brunette beauty laughed heartily.

Katie, Christiana, and Erin all watched intently with great concern as Kara was forced to laugh. It looked terribly unpleasant to have a man tickling her vulnerable soles without her being able to do anything except lie there on the living room floor and accept it. But the three friends didn’t have to wait long for their turn. Soon all three felt the dreaded flurry of fingers across the bottoms of their feet as well.

Christiana’s eyes looked like they would pop out of her head. Her back arched and she lifted her torso as high off the carpet as it would go in a burst of surprise and panic. Gavin gave Christiana’s pale, meaty size 9 soles a merciless, energetic tickle with both hands scurrying about. Christiana had deathly ticklish feet and the sudden attack sent her into a frenzy of bucking around on the ground and screaming muffled laughter into her tight gag. Drool streamed down her soaked gag along her chin and then in drips down to the carpet as she lost her mind.

Erin clenched her eyes shut and squealed as she felt Bryson’s fingers begin to trickle over her arches. The petite blonde’s small size 6’s were tender and squirming beneath his fingers as she let a string of sweet laughter flow from her smiling mouth. At the core of her though, this sort of thing was Erin’s worst nightmare. To be bound and powerless was awfully scary to her. Erin felt like a fool being forced to smile and laugh when she was so panicked. But the fingers stroking her oh so sensitive soles was too much for her to block out. She kicked and wagged her feet wildly behind her as she laughed pathetically.

Katie furrowed her brow in a pissed off expression knowing that she too was just seconds away from receiving the same humiliating treatment. Katie had always been competitive and tough when it came to physical discomfort. That was part of the reason she excelled in sports and even why she found enjoyment in working out daily. But Katie also knew that her feet were quite ticklish and it would be an issue to try and pretend they weren’t. Katie braced herself for the terrible feeling as she scrunched her toes down hard. Alex began spidering his fingers down the length of her meaty arches to the sound of little titters and giggles. Katie clenched her teeth together as she fought the overwhelming urge to let loose.

Caleb was methodically working his wiggling fingers up Kara’s slender size 7’s, from her creamy, rounded heels all the way to her long, gentle toes. He started at the base of her pale heels and was pleasantly surprised at how supple they were. He rubbed the edges of them and scratched firmly across the plains of her heels. Kara giggled and shifted at the unusual feeling. Her feet kicked every so often from a sudden jolt of ticklishness from her heels. Caleb’s fingers began wading into the waters of Kara’s slender, prominent arches. The Human Resources administrator started cackling like a wimp as she felt him caressing her soles.

Kara: “Aaaahahahaa!! Quit it, jerk! Hahaha!! Leave me and my friends alone! Aaaahahahaa!! We weren’t the one that made a bet with you! Hahahaha!! Hey, knock it off! Hahahahahaha!! Who thinks of doing this stuff, honestly?! Aaahahahahaha!!”

Caleb smiled with absolute pleasure as he danced his menacing fingers over the pads below Kara’s toes. The bound brunette seemed more panicked now as she laughed freely. Kara squirmed on the floor desperately, her thin black dress hinting at every curve of her impressively toned body. Caleb thought he might be on to her most sensitive spot as he scratched along the pads below her toes, but then noticed how tightly Kara was clenching her long toes down. Maybe she was trying to guard against him from moving up any further? It was well worth exploring.

He started trying to infiltrate the defense Kara was implementing. Her long, well-defined tootsies were clenched down so hard that the rounded tips of her lollipop toes were starting to turn white. Kara clenched her teeth in a grimace and balled up her hands into fists as she concentrated every bit of strength she had toward keeping her toes curled down. Caleb had to work for it, but he was certain there was a bounty of ticklish hot zones protected under her resistant toes. He managed to slip a few fingertips in the gap and pry Kara’s strong toes back. He used his free hand to start frantically tickling along the immaculately smooth undersides of her tootsies.

As Kara felt herself losing the battle to keep her toes clenched down, she let out a sorrowful and panicked, “NOOOOOO!!!”

The normally poised and graceful HR worker went ape shit as the undersides of her delectable toes were attacked.

Kara: “AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH NO!! HAHAHAHAHAAHA!! NO! NO! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALOOOONE!!”

While Kara was losing her mind, Christiana was pouting as Gavin wrapped an arm around her ankles for extra stability. He had to stop tickling her momentarily to get a better handle on the feisty captive. The full-figured brunette whimpered in anticipation of the tickling starting up again. She gingerly caressed her pale, size 9 feet together as she waited with dread for fingers to touch her soles once again.

Christiana let out an animalistic squeal, which was distorted by her cleave gag, as Gavin jumped right back in with an aggressive five-finger tickle attack across both of her shapely foot bottoms. Christiana couldn’t stand having her feet touched. She arched her back and whipped her hair back and forth in a frenzy as she laughed like crazy into her restrictive gag. Drool soon ran down her chin and then every so often dropped onto the carpet below her as she cackled and screamed.

Christiana: “AAAAHUUUHUUUHUUU!!! NUUUU STAAAAWP!! AAAHUUHUUU!! PREASE!! AAAHHHMMMMFFFMMM!!! AH HADE ID!! NUUUUU!! AAAAHUUUHUUU!!”

Gavin felt Christiana’s powerful heels and silky arches as he scurried his fingers across the pair of soles laid before him. She thrashed like a mad woman, clearly quite sensitive to his touch. When Christiana’s feet were pressed together side by side, her high-arched insteps formed a small crevice. Gavin soon discovered that when he dipped down in there with his writhing index finger and tickled along her insteps, Christiana lost her mind. The banking loan officer gave a guttural, desperate shriek as she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Christiana: “EEEEEAAAAHHHKKK!!! AAAHUUUHUUUHUUU!!! NUUUU!! STAAAWP!! HAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAA!!! PREASE!! AAAAHUUUHUUU!!! EEEEAAAAHHHMMMFFFMMM!!!”

Sweet, adorable laughter poured out of Erin as she shook and wiggled on the floor. Bryson crept his mischievous fingers across her tiny, smooth heels, over her wrinkly arches, and then up around her small, flailing toes. The youth gymnastics instructor was terrified as she was forced to laugh through the fear. All she wanted right now was to get back to Justin in their hotel room where she would be safe and not someone’s tickle toy.

Erin: “Hahahahaha! Aaaheeeheeeheee! Please just let us go! Hahahahaha! We’ll bring you back the money! I promise! Heeeheeeheee! We’ll be good! I swear you’ll get your moneeeeheeeheee!!”

Bryson didn’t pay any attention to Erin. He knew that if they let these chicks go right now, they would never see them or a cent of that wager. Better to enjoy these hotties while they could. Bryson noticed Erin squeal loudly and jolt her feet as he passed over the silky pads below her tiny toes. He paused as his interest was peaked. Then he came back to see if that area was a hot spot for Erin or just a fluke. Bryson wiggled his fingers across the smooth pads, causing Erin to cackle and squirm around wildly as she laughed.

The petite blonde’s strong body writhed and bucked against her ropes as she felt her captor fluttering his fingertips across her soles just below her toes. Erin’s tiny feet shuffled around and squirmed in the air behind her. Bryson soon found it helpful to hold one of her feet still and give her a terrible tickling that left her begging for him to stop. Erin felt like a silly little girl from being made to laugh so hard.

Erin: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! QUIT! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHA!! THIS IS SO STUPID! HEEEHEEEHEEE!! MY FEET ARE NOT FOR YOU TO TICKLE! HAHAHAHA!! CAN’T WE WORK SOMETHING OUT?! HEHEHEHEHE!! THIS IS TERRIBLE! HAHAHAHAHA!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO US?! HAHAHAHAHA!!”

Katie was trying to keep her head turned to the side to hide her forced smile as Alex stroked her naked soles. Katie tried to subdue as much of her laughter as she could, but it proved to be impossible. Her body shook with giggles and then laughter as her feet were touched. Katie’s thin blue dress left no doubt that she was full on struggling to contain herself as she laid face down on the floor with her vulnerable size 8 soles up in the air behind her being played with.

Katie was really starting to get worried now. She was trying to tense her body and focus her mind as best she knew how, but damn were her feet sensitive. They always had been. She hated being tickled so much that she often kicked and wrestled her way free of any boyfriend’s playful hold before they could really get after her. But now what choice did she have? Katie loathed the men that took them here and that were now exploiting them. Katie prided herself on not being a wimpy girly girl that was afraid to break a nail. “But now look at me,” she thought. “Being made to laugh like an idiot from tickling of all things.”

Katie: “Hahahaha! Hey, knock it off dude! Hahaha! Come on, it was a stupid bar bet! Hahahaha! Is it worth going to jail over! Hahahaha! For real, you guys are being total creeps by doing this! Hahahahahaha!! Seriously dude! Quit it! Hahahahahaha!!!”

Alex was enjoying himself more and more as he concentrated his efforts on Katie’s arches. Her heels had almost no reaction and her toes were fairly ticklish. But no spot came close to her powerful, meaty arches. Katie was really being driven crazy by the constant scratching of the guy’s fingers across both of her soles. He rubbed a finger along under the balls of both feet, making Katie scream with laughter and shake her peds around. Then Alex held both of her feet somewhat steady as he rapidly scurried his fingers along her soft and sensitive arches.

Katie: “HAHAHAHAHA!! AWW SHIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! GO AWAY! GOD! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?!! HAHAHAHAHA!! UGHHH GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FEET!!”

After several more minutes of bothering the women, Gavin had an idea. He got the attention of his buddies and proposed his thought. As he began loosening the gag around Christiana’s mouth, he told the others, “You know what would be awesome to do to those meatheads that burned us at the bar? I mean something that would fuck with their heads. We should use one of these bitch’s phones and call those douchebags. Let them listen in on how much fun their wives are having!”

Caleb: “Yeah, fuck their husbands! They shouldn’t have left their wives alone in a bar.”

Gavin: “Now listen up, ladies. When we make this call, I don’t want to hear ANY attempts at clueing in your husbands about where you are. No telling them who took you. No telling them to call the cops. Understood? Good. Don’t fuck this up or you’ll be sorry.”

Christiana was grateful to have her gag off again. She stretched her mouth and moved her lower jaw as she relished her freedom again. The rest of the friends were watching Caleb grab one of their phones from a purse. He came back over and as chance would have it, the phone began ringing.

Caleb: “Well, well, well...look at what we have here! Looks like ‘Hubby’ is calling us. Speak of the Devil right? Poor guys are probably worried sick about their wives. Let’s answer and reassure him that you’re just away having a few laughs with friends.”

Caleb answered the call and placed the conversation on speaker so that all would be heard. Then he placed the phone on the carpet right in the middle of the hogtied women. A man’s voice could be heard on the other end. It was Kara’s husband, Seth! A wave of hopefulness washed over the four friends as they heard his familiar voice.

Seth: “...Hello?! Kara?! Baby, are you there?! Kara?! Are you there?!”

There was a brief moment of awkward tension as the women looked at the phone in disbelief. It was really Seth on the other end. The sound of his deep, protective voice emboldened the women. For a second, Gavin’s threat was forgotten. In a rush of emotions, Kara called out desperately to her husband.

Kara: “Seth! We’re all here! Help us! We’ve been taken to some penthouse! You have to come get us! Baby, they’ve been treating us horribly. They’ve been...tickling our feet! I know that sounds ridiculous, but you have to come save us!”

Kara’s shouting sparked a panicked response from the other women. Within a second, they were also calling out to their friend’s husband.

Erin: “Oh God please! Come get us! Please! I’m so scared! Oh please don’t let them tickle us any more! Call the cops!”

Katie: “Seth! It’s the guys from the bar! Get the police and help get us out of here! They’ve got us tied up and they’re super perverted! They keep touching our feet and tickling us! Get here quick! It’s a nice penthouse not too far from the bar!”

Christiana: “Seth! Oh thank God! Get help! We’re being held hostage here! These jerks keep tickling our feet! It’s terrible! You have to get here quick! Don’t let them keep bothering us! Oh God, Seth! Please do something!”

The nerdy stockbrokers decided to shut the women up by resuming the tickling torture. Gavin went back to wildly tickling Christiana’s upturned arches. The curvy banking loan officer screamed with surprise as she arched her back. Christiana fell back into desperate belly laughter as she thrashed on the floor. Gavin flicked and scratched his fingers across her big, meaty size 9 arches and made sure to work his hands down in her guarded insteps. Christiana wailed whiny laughter and tried to kick his mean fingers away from her ultra-sensitive soles.

Bryson encircled Erin’s defenseless little size 6’s and started back immediately scratching his fingers all over her gorgeous foot bottoms. Erin was too worked up about hearing a familiar voice on the other end of the phone that she almost didn’t realize Bryson was back behind her. The feeling of his fingers flicking speedily across her tender arches made her erupt back into surprised laughter. The lovely blonde gymnastics coach squealed and whipped her head back and forth as her whole body shook with belly laughter.

Katie was mid-sentence when she was cut short by a sudden foot tickle attack. The easygoing dirty blonde stopped shouting and immediately lowered her face down to the carpet. Giggles and laughter escaped her contorted face as she was caught off guard. Katie kicked and wagged her sturdy size 8 feet about as Alex’s fingers chased them. She couldn’t help but laugh pathetically as Alex really got ahold of her ankles and drug his fingertips skillfully across both arches.

Kara poured and visibly sunk her head in despair as Caleb knelt behind her. She tried to quickly to get as much information to her husband over the phone as she could before her tickling punishment resumed. But soon, Caleb’s fingers were fluttering you and down her slender, feminine soles. Kara’s mouth hung open in laughter as she kicked her body and begged him to stop. But there was no such mercy shown to her. Caleb got a thrill out of wrecking the bound hottie while her husband listened in.

Seth and the other husbands gathered around his phone as their wives were heard going absolutely crazy with laughter on the other end of the line. A barrage of emotions seized the men where they stood as they were powerless to do anything but listen. Rage, fear, and guilt flooded their minds as the loud roar of combined laughter and screaming emitted from the phone speaker.

Seth: “LISTEN TO ME, YOU SICK FUCKS!! WE’RE GOING TO CALL THE COPS UNLESS YOU RELEASE OUR WIVES RIGHT NOW!! YOU FUCKING NERDS BETTER KEEP YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS OFF THEM!! JUST WAIT UNTIL WE FIND YOUR SKINNY ASSES!! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!!”

With that lovely send off, Gavin reached in and ended the phone call. The rest of the men took a short break as they talked about the exchange that just occurred.

Gavin: “You ladies messed you big time. We told you in no uncertain terms NOT to tell your husbands where you were. Or who you were with. OR!....to get the police involved. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Caleb: “I don’t think we can trust these chicks to keep their mouths shut.”

Bryson: “Maybe we should shut them up instead.”

Gavin: “I like that idea. I think these lovely ladies need to learn to be quiet when they’re told to shut their big fucking mouths!”

Alex: “I think that’s a great idea! They deserve to lose their talking privileges for a while.”

The women all moaned and whined as they craned their necks to look around at the men hovering over them holding the black cloth gags menacingly. Lying there on the floor helplessly while listening to a bunch of creeps debating if they were going to gag you was humiliating.

As Bryson came over to Erin and knelt down on one side of her, she pleaded with him desperately in a panicked voice. Bryson held the strip of black cloth taught between his hands and positioned it in front of Erin’s face. Erin couldn’t take her eyes off the gag as she struggled for the right words to try and convince her captor not to tie that on her again.

Erin begged, “Oh no! That’s not necessary! I’ll be good now! I promise I will! Whatever you say, I’ll do it! Oh please don’t gag me again! Aww come on! Don’t take away my talking privileges! That’s so embarrassing! I’m 37! I have a good job! You can’t be treating us like this! We’re grown women! Hey wait! No, stop bringing that closer! No! Uh-uh! Hey wait HHHHHFFFFFHHHHMMMM!!!” Erin’s dazzling blue eyes lit up with shock and dread as Bryson guided the gag between her lips and pulled it firmly behind her head. Erin whimpered and whined loudly with fear in her voice as Bryson secured the gag with a neat little knot. Once Erin finally realized Bryson was set on keeping her quiet, all she could do was look around at her friends shamefully. Being unable to talk when she wanted was so humiliating to her.

Katie turned her head away from Alex when he knelt down beside her. He dangled the gag in front of her face and listened to her grumble and grunt with annoyance when she saw it. He asked her in a silly tone, “Open up, sweetie. I have something for that big, bratty mouth of yours.”

Katie flipped her hair up out of her face with attitude as she coldly replied, “UGH! Go away, creep! Last time you put that gag in my mouth, I drooled all over myself. It was so degrading!” Katie pursed her lips and tried to move her head out of the way as Alex pulled the gag flush against her face. As she resisted, Alex adjusted the gag so it was pressed against the crease of her lips. As the gag was pulled tight, it managed to slip between Katie’s unwilling lips and then fought its way between her teeth. Katie let out a very loud, very disgruntled grunt of disapproval as the gag slid home and instantly disrupted her ability to talk. Katie rolled her eyes and grumbled as the gag was knotted behind her head. Just great. She was starting to drool already.

Christiana glared at Gavin as he showed her the gag and smiled. He asked her, “Oh come on, Sweet Cheeks. Are you going to make this hard or can you just be a good girl? You know it’s going in your mouth either way.”

Christiana huffed a little and answered, “I JUST had that gag on already! I DON’T want my talking privileges taken away! I’m a grown woman! I work at a bank! I go to church every Sunday! You can’t be doing this to me! I’m a good person! And when my buff husband gets ahold of your scrawny ass, he’s going to beat the shit out of you!”

Gavin pulled the gag tight and held it in front of Christiana’s face. She squeezed her lips together and shook her head no as she stared at the menacing gag. Gavin asked her, “Come on, just be a good girl and open up. Or I can tickle your lovely feet until you decide to cooperate. Choice is yours.” Christiana scoffed and then very reluctantly opened up her mouth slightly. Gavin chuckled and slipped the gag in between her teeth. Then he roughly tied the gag snugly behind her, leaving Christiana shaking her head and groaning in discomfort. “That’s a good bitch,” Gavin said teasingly as he patted her ass a couple times. Christiana growled in annoyance and pulled her body away from him.

Kara wasn’t even given the chance to cooperate and open her mouth for the gag. Caleb just whipped it around in front of her face and started pulling it tight up against her lips. Kara raised her head up in shock at the suddenness of it. She didn’t want to be gagged again. Kara much rather preferred to talk sensibly to her captor to try and work something out. She stared wild eyed at the gag and began to say, “Hey wait! HHHHHHMMMMMMFFFFMMMM!!!”

Caleb pulled the gag taught between her bright red lips and savored the degrading moans and grunting his victim sounded off as she struggled with her added restriction. The beautiful Human Resources administrator tried to shake her head free of the gag as she looked up at Caleb with pleading eyes. Anything to just be able to get a few more words out. But he wouldn’t let her. Instead, he knotted the gag behind her head and left her silenced and drooling onto her chin.

Gavin told his buddies, “Alright, now I’ve got an idea of how to have some more fun with these hotties.”

The four wives let out a chorus of muffled protests and whines as they writhed on the floor barefoot and vulnerable.


TO BE CONTINUED...
 
Very exciting descriptions of feet, tickling, laughter and women's reactions. Great shot, Primal.
 
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