lovelylilyheath
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I let out a soft, involuntary moan. My nipples are extremely sensitive, and even the softest touches there make me weak.
“Oh, someone likes that,” my boss smiles as he brings his other thumb up to rub my other nipple.
My clit tingles in response. I squirm and let out more moans. I can’t help it.
“Someone likes that....”
He stops and grabs my hips
“A little TOO MUCH”
he squeezes at my hip bones, making me thrash around and giggle.
He moves down, reaching my thighs. He squeezes the tops first, eliciting more giggles.
“Tickle tickle ticklish thighs”
He reaches under my thighs, squeezing and spidering his fingers along the bottom.
Giggles turn to guffaws.
“Tickle tickle REALLY ticklish thighs”
“AHAHAHASTAHAHAHAP NAHAHAHAT THERE”
“Yes, here. and here.”
He comes to the ends of the stocks, and pulls off one of my black flats, exposing my bare feet.
“No,” I say sternly. “No.”
His grin turns wicked.
“Why not? Why shouldn’t I? What could you possibly do to stop me?”
“If you stop now, I won’t report you. I won’t mention this to anyone. I’ll just leave. If you tickle me anymore, I’m going straight to your wife.”
He laughs. Sick fuck.
He grabs my ankle with his left hand, and holds his right hand up under my foot. My toes curl down reflexively.
“There’s only one problem sweetheart.
My wife knows.
She chose you actually. She’s waiting patiently at home for me to tell her
every
detail”
Fuck.
To be continued 😉
“Oh, someone likes that,” my boss smiles as he brings his other thumb up to rub my other nipple.
My clit tingles in response. I squirm and let out more moans. I can’t help it.
“Someone likes that....”
He stops and grabs my hips
“A little TOO MUCH”
he squeezes at my hip bones, making me thrash around and giggle.
He moves down, reaching my thighs. He squeezes the tops first, eliciting more giggles.
“Tickle tickle ticklish thighs”
He reaches under my thighs, squeezing and spidering his fingers along the bottom.
Giggles turn to guffaws.
“Tickle tickle REALLY ticklish thighs”
“AHAHAHASTAHAHAHAP NAHAHAHAT THERE”
“Yes, here. and here.”
He comes to the ends of the stocks, and pulls off one of my black flats, exposing my bare feet.
“No,” I say sternly. “No.”
His grin turns wicked.
“Why not? Why shouldn’t I? What could you possibly do to stop me?”
“If you stop now, I won’t report you. I won’t mention this to anyone. I’ll just leave. If you tickle me anymore, I’m going straight to your wife.”
He laughs. Sick fuck.
He grabs my ankle with his left hand, and holds his right hand up under my foot. My toes curl down reflexively.
“There’s only one problem sweetheart.
My wife knows.
She chose you actually. She’s waiting patiently at home for me to tell her
every
detail”
Fuck.
To be continued 😉