jersey_tickler
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Okay everyone, here's Jersey's big return with another installment of my Occult series. This is a different angle, lee wise, but I hope you all still enjoy it.
INK my friend, i promise to give you something before the week is over, my friend!
The Occult: Marge’s First Victim (F/M)
Marge Sampson used to be miserable but now she was living the good life.
Despite her divorce, from her oil tycoon husband, Harold Sampson, she came out on top. Mr. Harold Sampson had a knack for cheating on his wife ever since she got heavy and her breasts started to sag. Harold had wealth and power, which made him irresistible to the younger ladies. When Marge finally caught him in the act, she knocked him out with a single blow and then got herself a good lawyer who landed her 800,000 dollars, tax free.
Not only that, but Harold would have to pay Alimony until Marge got herself a job, which she did after leaving Texas and going to Salem, Oregon. Marge now ran her own business, a library called “The Occult”. But before that she had also been approached by a certain individual (who shall remain nameless until such time) This stranger told Marge about his cult, The Hyena Order, and how they had tickling rituals once a week, and a tickling sacrifice once a month. Marge had been reluctant at first but the stranger had used much persuasion on Marge that resulted in clothes off and feathers.
Marge was still on the lookout fro her first victim, because she had held off to get her business going. She was contemplating her young co-worker, Katherine Burke, who was a tall busty redhead, but she decided that she would entrap a man first as they were more naïve and easier to handle.
It was almost three o clock and she’s be leaving work soon, which was great, because she had a long day. A long week as it was Sunday, and she’d gone the whole week without tickling anyone. Getting an itch she couldn’t scratch and going through withdrawls, and her viberator ran out of batteries last night. Out of desperation she decided that maybe today would be the time to recruit Katherine. The only problem was she was planning on getting her on Halloween, to be the Sam Hain sacrifice they did every year. But Marge just cancealed out that idea, there would be others coming in late at night who ordered tea. All it would take was a little Nyquil mixed with the tea bag.
“Hey Katherine, come here a sec, I need to ask ya for a favor”.
“Be right there, Marge” called Katherine from the back.
Then a young man came walking in. No more than 20 years old, dressed in red sweater vest, white button shirt underneath, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He was good looking, with clean shaven features, glasses, and short dark hair. His name was Zachary Taylor, and a college student. Not a very popular student, but had plenty of friends, had a 4.0 GPA, and was polite and kind. Kinda on the geeky side but a likeable guy. Marge secretly had a crush on this kid, being that she wished she would’ve ended up with a guy like him back in the day, rather than two timing Harold. The problem was, he was 22 years younger than herself, and not to mention she outweighed him by about 80 pounds, which was a problem for some men who wanted their women to weigh less than them.
She and Zachary had become quite the pair of acquaintances. He would come in twice a week and check out books and usually hang around and talk to Marge before or after his classes. He didn’t necessarily find Marge attractive, but he liked her.
A light bulb suddenly went off in Marge’s head, and she realized that she could hold off on Katherine for two weeks until Halloween arrived. Now was her chance, and this cute boy would be perfect.
“Why hello there, Zachary said Marge as she greeted him with a smile, how was class”?
“Hello Marge greeted Zachary as he smiled back, all I can say is I’m glad I don’t have homework for the weekend, I can enjoy myself”.
“Splendid complimented Marge, good for you”. “I see you have another Evanovich book there, how’d you like the third one”.
“It wasn’t as funny as Two For The Dough admitted Zachary, but it was still good nonetheless, we got to know Lula better I thought”.
“She’s a tough cookie agreed Marge, and I noticed we didn’t have Stephanie’s grandma tagging along with her in that one”. “Anywho, you ready for the next book, Four To Score”?
“Sure said Zachary, I’ll go get it”.
“Don’t bother said Marge, I saved it for you, figuring you’d come for it”. She gave Zachary a little wink.
“Gosh Marge, that’s real nice of you said Zachary, thank you much”.
“No problem Zachary, say, would you be willing to do me a favor”?
“Sure said Zachary, name it”?
“My friend, Melanie, is a curator at the Museum outside of town, and she invited me to see their grand reopening”. “I’d like to go, but I just have no one to go with and I hate to go by myself”. “Would you like to come along, nothing like a date or anything, but you could be my escort”. “And there aren’t a lot of young gentlemen like you out there added Marge with a kind smile”.
Zachary thought hard, he had just got out of class and was just looking forward to kicking his shoes off and reading some Evanovich. But Marge had always been good to him, waving late fees, giving him coffee, and what not. He couldn’t bear to have her go to an event all alone.
“Sure Marge, I love museums and history, so it’ll be fun”.
Thank you said Marge, I’ll meet you over there in about twenty minutes”.
“Great said Zachary, see you then”.
He left after checking out his book and Marge smiled devilishly.
“It won’t be long now she thought with malice, soon he’ll be a laughing, naked, sweating mess”. “And then I’ll clean up the mess she whispered to herself”.
“Did you need something, Marge asked Katherine coming up to the front desk”?
“Um yes Katherine, you may close up a half hour early tonight if you aren’t busy”?
Katherine nodded in agreement and went back to shelving books.
Marge got to the museum and saw Zachary waiting by the front entrance. The two walked in together and looked around. A blonde woman in her early thirties came up to them, she wore a navy suit with tan stockings, she stood about 5”7” in stockings alone.
“Hello there, Melanie, I’d like you to meet Zachary, my escort for the evening”.
“Why hello there, Zachary” began Melanie. “My, aren’t you a handsome young man she admired, Marge should consider herself lucky.
Both women laughed at that joke, and Zachary smiled with a slight blush.
“Thank you Melanie, and it’s nice to meet you too”.
Melanie took them on the tour, it was basically a private tour due to their weren’t too many people around. They saw everything from antiques, to artifacts from World War II all the back to the Civil War Era. It took about forty five minutes.
“Don’t you have any weapons or antiques from the medieval times asked Zachary with curiousity.
“Of course we do said Melanie, in our basement are plenty of medieval artifacts, would you like to see”.
“Sure I would said Zachary eagerly, be a blast”.
“You two go ahead said Marge, I’m going to use the bathroom”.
Zachary and Melanie headed to the elevator while Marge skidded around a corridor and opened a door that read STAIRS.
After taking the elevator to the very bottom, the doors slid open and Melanie lead Zachary down a dark hallway, lit only by torches, really giving it that medieval feeling.
“Awesome breathed Zachary, simply awesome”!
”Right this way instructed Melanie leading him down another corridor, here it is”.
Alongside the walls, Zachary saw swords, daggers, battle axes, maces, and spears. Then he saw Melanie pull back a loft type of door to open a huge room.
“Inside here, is what I really want to show you”.
Zachary followed her inside, and couldn’t believe the sight before him. A nice light dungeon with candles almost everywhere. There were sets of wooden stocks, a few padded tables, and a few other torture racks.
“What is this place asked Zachary, some kind of medieval dungeon”.
“Basically agreed Melanie, in ancient times they used to bring prisoners to places like these and torture them”. “Nothing really dangerous really, but they would often use tickle torture on most of their clientele.
“Tickle torture echoed Zachary, are you serious”.
“Quite so, it was far more effective than pain, and was really effective when they tickled certain genitals”.
“Holy Mol breathed Zachary, that is so crazy”.
“Only if you’re ticklish replied Melanie, you’re not ticklish, are you?
Zachary gulped nervously as he heard her ask that dreaded question. Of course he was ticklish, he got ganged up on by his girl cousins when he was younger and they tickled him until he was crying from laughter. Once he even lost control of his bladder, and they felt bad about that and helped clean him up. Even so, he had quite a few bad experiences with tickling as a kid.
He looked over at Melanie, who was smiling sweetly, waiting for an answer.
“Not really he said as a matter of factly, I guess everyone is”. “Say I’m going to go use the bathroom, be right back”.
“Okay said Melanie, it’s the door marked THE HEAD”.
It was a single bathroom with one toilet and one sink, but that was enough for Zachary, he had to piss like a racehorse. After he was done, he ventured out and decided to go upstairs and find Marge.
But instead, Marge found him, and seized Zachary by the arms, pulling him close.
“Hey there, Zachy boy she cackled, I got ya”!
“Whoa, Marge, you scared me” wheezed Zachary, relieved that it wasn’t someone else.
“That’s good crowed Marge, otherwise my tickle trap would’ve been for nothing if there wasn’t an element of surprise”.
“Tickle trap repeated Zachary, what”?
“Yes, tickle trap, why else do you think I invited you along”?
“Because, because, because you I thought you liked me stammered Zachary.
“Oh Zachary darlin, I do like you, that’s the whole reason I set this trap to begin with”. “Hey Mel, I got him, come grab his legs.
“Coming Marge said Melanie as she came shuffling forward, and realized that she could walk faster if she lost her shoes. She kicked them off and they hit the wall with two thuds. As she shuffled more closer, she grabbed his legs and she and Marge carried the surprised Zachary toward the loft door.
“Hey let me go, what is this, where are you taking me”?
“Tickle trap, remember Zachary reminded Marge as the two ladies brought him closer to a set of stocks. When Zach saw what they intended to do, he began to panic and squirm.
“NO he cried, NOT THAT”!
“Yes that insisted Marge as she and Melanie easily pinned him down on the stocks and locked his ankles in the wooden contraption. Then they tied his wrists together to prevent him from freeing himself. The two stepped back and admired their handiwork.
“There now, you’re trapped and won’t be going anywhere for quite some time sneered Marge sweetly.
“Please Marge, don’t tickle me begged Zachary.
“Awwww what’s the matter hun, are you that ticklish” asked Marge.
“Yes I am said Zachary fearfully, please don’t”!
Melanie went behind Zachary and began to massage his shoulders.
“Ssssshhhhh she cooed in his ear, you’re too tense sweetie, try to relax”. “So Marge, where do you want to begin”?
“Well pondered Marge as she got into her purse and pulled out a feather, good question Mel”? “Maybe I could start with his underarms, that shirt is in the way though, I may have to take it off”. “But not right now, I think I will start with your tummy!” “Oh wait, I can’t, your damn shirt”. “I feel like taking off all your clothes right now, but I prefer to do it more slowly”. “And me being from the south, I think it would be best if I start south and work my way up”.
Grinning devilishy, she bent down and began to unlace Zachary’s black Rockports. Zachary began to gasp and breath heavily.
“Oh a bit anxious are we asked Marge, and I haven’t even taken your shoes off, yet”.
“Once the laces were undone, Marge lightly tapped the tops of his shoes while looking right at Zachary. With deep eye contact she pulled off the left shoe and tossed it across the room, joined by the right shoe, which landed not too far from the left. Then Marge gazed down and smirked at Zachary’s feet which were encased in red polyester socks.
“My, my, you are just full of surprises, my young friend cooed Marge”. “Never in my life have I seen a young man wear red socks, how adorable”! “These red feet will go nicely with my red nails as I tickle them, mhm mhm mhm”.
And with that, she dragged her index finger up and down his socked sole and lightly scratched her other nails along his other foot.
Zachary immediately started to crack up and giggle like a five year old boy being tickled for the first time.
Eeeheeheeehheeeee don’t he pleaded Zachary, that tickles”!
That’s what I was hoping for cackled Marge, cutchie cutchie cutchie”!
She scribbles both socked soles and continues to taunt Zachary. The poor boy continues to giggle harder and shakes his head from side to side. Soon his face began to turn as red as his socks and sweater vest. Marge stopped after three minutes, to let him catch his breath, and to make some changes as well.
“If your stocking feet are that ticklish, I wonder how ticklish they’d be if I take off these cute red socks” suggested Marge.
“NO, not my socks whined Zachary.
“Yes insisted Marge, your socks offer too much protection”. “No protection for you my dear tickle toy boy, no protection for you at all”.
She reached under the cuff of his black slacks, and slowly began to peel the socks down, past his ankle and over the heels. Then she gripped the tips of Zachary’s socks.
“Ready or not, here I come and off they go crowed Marge as Melanie looked on with amusement.
Marge yanked the red socks off and sent them flying away, revealing Zachary’s bare size tens with perfectly trimmed toenails.
“Ah yes purred Marge, naked feet, just the way I like them”. She grabbed his ten toes and wiggled his feet a little.
“Awwwww cooed Melanie, Zachary has such handsome feet, mmmhmmm”!
Zach blushed at that comment, he didn’t necessarily think his feet were handsome per say, buy he didn’t think they were butt ugly either. He concluded these two women had foot fetishes in addition to tickle fetishes.
Marge smiled slyly and held up her feather for Zachary to see.
Okay, little Zachary boy, it’s time to tickle your bare feet”.
She got down on her knees and lined her weapon of choice in attack position.
And then the feather descended upon his naked sole…
INK my friend, i promise to give you something before the week is over, my friend!
The Occult: Marge’s First Victim (F/M)
Marge Sampson used to be miserable but now she was living the good life.
Despite her divorce, from her oil tycoon husband, Harold Sampson, she came out on top. Mr. Harold Sampson had a knack for cheating on his wife ever since she got heavy and her breasts started to sag. Harold had wealth and power, which made him irresistible to the younger ladies. When Marge finally caught him in the act, she knocked him out with a single blow and then got herself a good lawyer who landed her 800,000 dollars, tax free.
Not only that, but Harold would have to pay Alimony until Marge got herself a job, which she did after leaving Texas and going to Salem, Oregon. Marge now ran her own business, a library called “The Occult”. But before that she had also been approached by a certain individual (who shall remain nameless until such time) This stranger told Marge about his cult, The Hyena Order, and how they had tickling rituals once a week, and a tickling sacrifice once a month. Marge had been reluctant at first but the stranger had used much persuasion on Marge that resulted in clothes off and feathers.
Marge was still on the lookout fro her first victim, because she had held off to get her business going. She was contemplating her young co-worker, Katherine Burke, who was a tall busty redhead, but she decided that she would entrap a man first as they were more naïve and easier to handle.
It was almost three o clock and she’s be leaving work soon, which was great, because she had a long day. A long week as it was Sunday, and she’d gone the whole week without tickling anyone. Getting an itch she couldn’t scratch and going through withdrawls, and her viberator ran out of batteries last night. Out of desperation she decided that maybe today would be the time to recruit Katherine. The only problem was she was planning on getting her on Halloween, to be the Sam Hain sacrifice they did every year. But Marge just cancealed out that idea, there would be others coming in late at night who ordered tea. All it would take was a little Nyquil mixed with the tea bag.
“Hey Katherine, come here a sec, I need to ask ya for a favor”.
“Be right there, Marge” called Katherine from the back.
Then a young man came walking in. No more than 20 years old, dressed in red sweater vest, white button shirt underneath, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He was good looking, with clean shaven features, glasses, and short dark hair. His name was Zachary Taylor, and a college student. Not a very popular student, but had plenty of friends, had a 4.0 GPA, and was polite and kind. Kinda on the geeky side but a likeable guy. Marge secretly had a crush on this kid, being that she wished she would’ve ended up with a guy like him back in the day, rather than two timing Harold. The problem was, he was 22 years younger than herself, and not to mention she outweighed him by about 80 pounds, which was a problem for some men who wanted their women to weigh less than them.
She and Zachary had become quite the pair of acquaintances. He would come in twice a week and check out books and usually hang around and talk to Marge before or after his classes. He didn’t necessarily find Marge attractive, but he liked her.
A light bulb suddenly went off in Marge’s head, and she realized that she could hold off on Katherine for two weeks until Halloween arrived. Now was her chance, and this cute boy would be perfect.
“Why hello there, Zachary said Marge as she greeted him with a smile, how was class”?
“Hello Marge greeted Zachary as he smiled back, all I can say is I’m glad I don’t have homework for the weekend, I can enjoy myself”.
“Splendid complimented Marge, good for you”. “I see you have another Evanovich book there, how’d you like the third one”.
“It wasn’t as funny as Two For The Dough admitted Zachary, but it was still good nonetheless, we got to know Lula better I thought”.
“She’s a tough cookie agreed Marge, and I noticed we didn’t have Stephanie’s grandma tagging along with her in that one”. “Anywho, you ready for the next book, Four To Score”?
“Sure said Zachary, I’ll go get it”.
“Don’t bother said Marge, I saved it for you, figuring you’d come for it”. She gave Zachary a little wink.
“Gosh Marge, that’s real nice of you said Zachary, thank you much”.
“No problem Zachary, say, would you be willing to do me a favor”?
“Sure said Zachary, name it”?
“My friend, Melanie, is a curator at the Museum outside of town, and she invited me to see their grand reopening”. “I’d like to go, but I just have no one to go with and I hate to go by myself”. “Would you like to come along, nothing like a date or anything, but you could be my escort”. “And there aren’t a lot of young gentlemen like you out there added Marge with a kind smile”.
Zachary thought hard, he had just got out of class and was just looking forward to kicking his shoes off and reading some Evanovich. But Marge had always been good to him, waving late fees, giving him coffee, and what not. He couldn’t bear to have her go to an event all alone.
“Sure Marge, I love museums and history, so it’ll be fun”.
Thank you said Marge, I’ll meet you over there in about twenty minutes”.
“Great said Zachary, see you then”.
He left after checking out his book and Marge smiled devilishly.
“It won’t be long now she thought with malice, soon he’ll be a laughing, naked, sweating mess”. “And then I’ll clean up the mess she whispered to herself”.
“Did you need something, Marge asked Katherine coming up to the front desk”?
“Um yes Katherine, you may close up a half hour early tonight if you aren’t busy”?
Katherine nodded in agreement and went back to shelving books.
Marge got to the museum and saw Zachary waiting by the front entrance. The two walked in together and looked around. A blonde woman in her early thirties came up to them, she wore a navy suit with tan stockings, she stood about 5”7” in stockings alone.
“Hello there, Melanie, I’d like you to meet Zachary, my escort for the evening”.
“Why hello there, Zachary” began Melanie. “My, aren’t you a handsome young man she admired, Marge should consider herself lucky.
Both women laughed at that joke, and Zachary smiled with a slight blush.
“Thank you Melanie, and it’s nice to meet you too”.
Melanie took them on the tour, it was basically a private tour due to their weren’t too many people around. They saw everything from antiques, to artifacts from World War II all the back to the Civil War Era. It took about forty five minutes.
“Don’t you have any weapons or antiques from the medieval times asked Zachary with curiousity.
“Of course we do said Melanie, in our basement are plenty of medieval artifacts, would you like to see”.
“Sure I would said Zachary eagerly, be a blast”.
“You two go ahead said Marge, I’m going to use the bathroom”.
Zachary and Melanie headed to the elevator while Marge skidded around a corridor and opened a door that read STAIRS.
After taking the elevator to the very bottom, the doors slid open and Melanie lead Zachary down a dark hallway, lit only by torches, really giving it that medieval feeling.
“Awesome breathed Zachary, simply awesome”!
”Right this way instructed Melanie leading him down another corridor, here it is”.
Alongside the walls, Zachary saw swords, daggers, battle axes, maces, and spears. Then he saw Melanie pull back a loft type of door to open a huge room.
“Inside here, is what I really want to show you”.
Zachary followed her inside, and couldn’t believe the sight before him. A nice light dungeon with candles almost everywhere. There were sets of wooden stocks, a few padded tables, and a few other torture racks.
“What is this place asked Zachary, some kind of medieval dungeon”.
“Basically agreed Melanie, in ancient times they used to bring prisoners to places like these and torture them”. “Nothing really dangerous really, but they would often use tickle torture on most of their clientele.
“Tickle torture echoed Zachary, are you serious”.
“Quite so, it was far more effective than pain, and was really effective when they tickled certain genitals”.
“Holy Mol breathed Zachary, that is so crazy”.
“Only if you’re ticklish replied Melanie, you’re not ticklish, are you?
Zachary gulped nervously as he heard her ask that dreaded question. Of course he was ticklish, he got ganged up on by his girl cousins when he was younger and they tickled him until he was crying from laughter. Once he even lost control of his bladder, and they felt bad about that and helped clean him up. Even so, he had quite a few bad experiences with tickling as a kid.
He looked over at Melanie, who was smiling sweetly, waiting for an answer.
“Not really he said as a matter of factly, I guess everyone is”. “Say I’m going to go use the bathroom, be right back”.
“Okay said Melanie, it’s the door marked THE HEAD”.
It was a single bathroom with one toilet and one sink, but that was enough for Zachary, he had to piss like a racehorse. After he was done, he ventured out and decided to go upstairs and find Marge.
But instead, Marge found him, and seized Zachary by the arms, pulling him close.
“Hey there, Zachy boy she cackled, I got ya”!
“Whoa, Marge, you scared me” wheezed Zachary, relieved that it wasn’t someone else.
“That’s good crowed Marge, otherwise my tickle trap would’ve been for nothing if there wasn’t an element of surprise”.
“Tickle trap repeated Zachary, what”?
“Yes, tickle trap, why else do you think I invited you along”?
“Because, because, because you I thought you liked me stammered Zachary.
“Oh Zachary darlin, I do like you, that’s the whole reason I set this trap to begin with”. “Hey Mel, I got him, come grab his legs.
“Coming Marge said Melanie as she came shuffling forward, and realized that she could walk faster if she lost her shoes. She kicked them off and they hit the wall with two thuds. As she shuffled more closer, she grabbed his legs and she and Marge carried the surprised Zachary toward the loft door.
“Hey let me go, what is this, where are you taking me”?
“Tickle trap, remember Zachary reminded Marge as the two ladies brought him closer to a set of stocks. When Zach saw what they intended to do, he began to panic and squirm.
“NO he cried, NOT THAT”!
“Yes that insisted Marge as she and Melanie easily pinned him down on the stocks and locked his ankles in the wooden contraption. Then they tied his wrists together to prevent him from freeing himself. The two stepped back and admired their handiwork.
“There now, you’re trapped and won’t be going anywhere for quite some time sneered Marge sweetly.
“Please Marge, don’t tickle me begged Zachary.
“Awwww what’s the matter hun, are you that ticklish” asked Marge.
“Yes I am said Zachary fearfully, please don’t”!
Melanie went behind Zachary and began to massage his shoulders.
“Ssssshhhhh she cooed in his ear, you’re too tense sweetie, try to relax”. “So Marge, where do you want to begin”?
“Well pondered Marge as she got into her purse and pulled out a feather, good question Mel”? “Maybe I could start with his underarms, that shirt is in the way though, I may have to take it off”. “But not right now, I think I will start with your tummy!” “Oh wait, I can’t, your damn shirt”. “I feel like taking off all your clothes right now, but I prefer to do it more slowly”. “And me being from the south, I think it would be best if I start south and work my way up”.
Grinning devilishy, she bent down and began to unlace Zachary’s black Rockports. Zachary began to gasp and breath heavily.
“Oh a bit anxious are we asked Marge, and I haven’t even taken your shoes off, yet”.
“Once the laces were undone, Marge lightly tapped the tops of his shoes while looking right at Zachary. With deep eye contact she pulled off the left shoe and tossed it across the room, joined by the right shoe, which landed not too far from the left. Then Marge gazed down and smirked at Zachary’s feet which were encased in red polyester socks.
“My, my, you are just full of surprises, my young friend cooed Marge”. “Never in my life have I seen a young man wear red socks, how adorable”! “These red feet will go nicely with my red nails as I tickle them, mhm mhm mhm”.
And with that, she dragged her index finger up and down his socked sole and lightly scratched her other nails along his other foot.
Zachary immediately started to crack up and giggle like a five year old boy being tickled for the first time.
Eeeheeheeehheeeee don’t he pleaded Zachary, that tickles”!
That’s what I was hoping for cackled Marge, cutchie cutchie cutchie”!
She scribbles both socked soles and continues to taunt Zachary. The poor boy continues to giggle harder and shakes his head from side to side. Soon his face began to turn as red as his socks and sweater vest. Marge stopped after three minutes, to let him catch his breath, and to make some changes as well.
“If your stocking feet are that ticklish, I wonder how ticklish they’d be if I take off these cute red socks” suggested Marge.
“NO, not my socks whined Zachary.
“Yes insisted Marge, your socks offer too much protection”. “No protection for you my dear tickle toy boy, no protection for you at all”.
She reached under the cuff of his black slacks, and slowly began to peel the socks down, past his ankle and over the heels. Then she gripped the tips of Zachary’s socks.
“Ready or not, here I come and off they go crowed Marge as Melanie looked on with amusement.
Marge yanked the red socks off and sent them flying away, revealing Zachary’s bare size tens with perfectly trimmed toenails.
“Ah yes purred Marge, naked feet, just the way I like them”. She grabbed his ten toes and wiggled his feet a little.
“Awwwww cooed Melanie, Zachary has such handsome feet, mmmhmmm”!
Zach blushed at that comment, he didn’t necessarily think his feet were handsome per say, buy he didn’t think they were butt ugly either. He concluded these two women had foot fetishes in addition to tickle fetishes.
Marge smiled slyly and held up her feather for Zachary to see.
Okay, little Zachary boy, it’s time to tickle your bare feet”.
She got down on her knees and lined her weapon of choice in attack position.
And then the feather descended upon his naked sole…
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