Meeting has been rescheduled for the Ellicott City restaurant (Tuesday, same time). Sorry about the delays, all a consequence of the icy climate. I recorded a recent development in a message to a new acquaintance--
When my arms are extended and bound over my head, I'm toast (ticklers, cast in my videos, are enlightened to my extreme vulnerability--I'm painfully ticklish--and this bondage posture always proves inevitable. Immediate access to pits, navel, nipples, ribs, the entire venue). A female tickler, who wields a taste for "hot babes", did a bit of improvisation only a few days ago; after tethering me to a dinner table, she scooped some snow from an open window and sprinkled the particles on my nude body; for a big finish, she inserted the soft tip of an icicle into my deep navel (after gliding it all over my tummy). I'm a screamer so you'd better believe the residents of the local, very rustic community were abruptly alerted to my peril. She concluded the session by turning me into a human sundae (whipped cream applied to nipples, a juicy berry in my bellybutton; her tongue was quite frosty after chewing on some tiny ice cubes and I nearly blacked-out). She gagged me with an apple): I was her dinner. I fear tickling but have no choice but to yield to its wicked pleasure overload...
She'll likely be back when more snow is in the forecast!
