Ultraticklish1
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I posted this on TMF and I figured why the hell not, so I posted here, lemme know what y'all think.
“Betcha can’t get out,” said Serena.
“Not in the mood Serena,” I replied coldly, “I’ve got shit to do and very little time to wipe my ass of it all”.
“You’re such an asshole, ya wimp!” she shouted as she whipped her back to me.
Rolling my eyes I went back to my term paper. For weeks she had been trying to get me in that rope. I knew her intentions, since we had met at orientation a few months back we’ve been getting into small tickle fights here and there. We were both ticklish, but nevertheless I was ten times as more, and would not like to find myself in the position of not being able to fight back.
“C’MON! PLEEEEASE!” she begged.
“No,” I replied, still working.
“FINE!” she snipped, stomping out of the room. I cringed as the door slammed; I’m not one to royally piss off women, because there’s always a consequence, but for the moment I really didn’t care.
The door opened again with my friend Leon following it.
“Brah, I’ve got a thirty rack and two fifths of White Russian!” he said.
Now I’m at stuck as to what to do: 1. be the good the college student and finish my paper that’s due in a couple days, or 2. get blitzed like the Tom Brady by the Colts defensive line. Yeah, I chose the booze
*NEXT MORNING*
“Ugh, what a fucking night,” I groaned. I made the attempt get up, but couldn’t. A roll to the left, to the right, neither brought the desired result. I tried to lift my legs, but they were securely bound to my bed, or at least I thought it was my bed. I quick glance around the room revealed that it wasn’t my room. In fact, it was a girl’s room, it hit me like a frying pan to the face, “S e r e n a”.
“Good afternoon sleepy heeeead,” Serena said as she jumped onto the bed, “you and I had quite a night. So, she filled me in on how we got completely hammered, got into a world war of a tickle fight, had sex . . . three times, and she tied me up in my sleep. At that point, I noticed I was naked and the panic hit me.
“Serena, whatever you’re going to do, please I beg you don’t”.
With a big, sexy smile she bit her lip, “No way in hell”. With that she dug into my ribs and just started raking them. I lurched upward and started laughing . . .
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTTTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPPPNOOOOOHAHAHAOAOAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“I’ve been waiting 4 months to do this to you, and I’ve got a lot to make up for, her comes the tickle spider!!” she shouted as she wove a imaginary web with her tickling fingers on my stomach, ending in my belly button.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOMOOHAHAHAHAHAHAREPLEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHAHASEHEHEHEHEHEHE
My mind was going ballistic, this had never happened to me before; I had done everything in my power to prevent it. Now here I was, tied to bed, with a crazed girl dragging her nails across every inch of my body. I pulled at my bonds in a desperate attempt to escape the sensations, no give; all it did was tighten my armpit, which she took advantage of.
“Oh, what’s this, the ticklish baby trying to get away,” she taunted, swirling her finger around my belly button, “does he want the tickles to stop?”
YESSSSSSSAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“Well tooo bad, because they aren’t going to”. From my stomach she moved up to my hollows of my armpits, humming Beethoven as she played the piano on my ticklish flesh. With a sudden stop, she got off the bed and walked slyly down to my feet. I lifted my head to see where she was; she had rested her chin in between my feet and was smiling at me, “I spy with my little eye something white and ticklish, in fact there are ten of them”. She slowly started to trace her index finger up and down the arch of my foot. I was a giggling mess . . .
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEPLEEEEEASESTOHEHEHEEP
“I’m going to draw your portrait on your foot hehehe,” she giggled. She painstakingly drew what felt like a smiley face on my sole, scribbling the eyes on my toes. By now I couldn’t breathe, silent laughter was flowing from my lips. Without warning, she attacked both feet wildly, I arched my back and bellowed with laughter. I thrashed back and forth doing everything I could think of to free myself, “Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere tickle boy, you’ve denied me long enough. Tell me how ticklish your knees are?” as she flew to them, tickling underneath, on top, anywhere she could reach.
AHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVEEEEEHEHEHEHEHERYYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Slowly she began to travel up my thighs, dipping more inwards as she went. Just before my cock she dug in. My eyes bugged, my body stiffened as I thrust upward, nothing uttered from my mouth.
“Oh, I think I found the spot,” she giggled gleefully. I took a deep breathe and started to laugh hard again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOHOHOHHOMOOORREEEEPLEEASEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
She dug in harder, I laughed harder.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Speaking and I weren’t on terms at the moment. With one final lurch I collapsed back down from exhaustion.
“Oh, is the tickle boy tired? We’ve only just begun,” Serena said. With her farewell, I passeed out
PART 2
"Wakey Wakey Missster," a faraway voice commanded.
My eyes opened as a groan passed through my lips. I looked around, forgetting for a moment where I was and what was happening.
"Serena?" I asked.
"Yessss?"
"What are y-?" it all came back, "ahh shit".
"That's right my little tickle-toy, I hope you had a nice nap, because it's going to be a FUN day! hehe".
As the events that were about to unfold sank in, so did panic. Once again I tugged furiously at my bonds, swearing up storm in the process.
"Uh oh, someone's not happy," she said coyly, "lets change that, hehe". She climbed up on the bed and straddled across my hips.
"SERENA!" I begged, "please, please don't do this, I can't stand it, I'll go crazy, pleeeease, PLEEEEASE!" my pleas of mercy fell upon deaf ears. She lowered her hands to my stomach and started to slowly massage it, surprisingly it felt good, up until the point when she began to scribble her nails across it.
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOONOOONOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
"Can't heeear you!" said Serena. She slide down, leaned forward, and started to swirl her tounge in my belly button
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I strained against my bonds, trying as hard I as could to break them. She tilted her head back up.
"OMEEGOD I love how you try to escape, it's sooooo cute!" she exclaimed, dishing a whirlwind of tickling on my ribs and armpits, "This is soooo much fun, we should've done this a long time ago, oh yeah, you never LET ME!".
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIAMMMMHHAHAHAHAASSORRRYYHHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHE *deep breathe* AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"Hmmmm? I didn't hear you".
"Ser-Serena, I'm sorry, please no more, I'M SORRRRYEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHE". She had begun the tickling again, this tiem tracing her nail along the hollow of my right armpit. She was leaning on her left hand, laying across my chest.
"Hmmmmm, such a nice chest, such a big strong man allowing himself to be tricked and tied up by little ole me, hehe" she said as she lowered her mouth to my nipple and began to tease it. I pulled away,well I tried to, "oh what? we don't like that? Well isn't that a shame, here I am trying to make you feel good, and you shove it away, your going to get it now mister!"
"Ser-Ser-Sereeehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahannnnnnaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaah
She was tracing both amrpits like Picasso paintings. Then she dug into the hollows, talk about a surge of sensations.
BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I bucked, I twisted, I squirmed, I did everything I could possibly think of to get her off of me. It was a three foot drop to the floor but I could live with it as long as the tickling stopped.
"I have a feeling, that YOU don't like this, I can't imagine why," she said sarcastically, "I'm having a shit load of fun HAHAHA".
She let the tickling cease and looked into my wandereing eyes. My chest heaved up and down from the costant laughing and lack of oxygen. It was getting unbearable, I didn't know how long I could take it. As I looked back at her, something was off, the way she was looking at me, it almost seemed lustful. She slowly slide her body off mine.
"I've been having so much fun with your armpits and belly that I almost forgot about your feet, hehe" she giggled. She moved to straining feet and looked at them, "so ticklish, so cute hehehe". She took a handful of her hair and began to brush in between my toes and down the arch of my left foot. I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes, determined not to give in to the senstations. Realizing my attempt to keep it in, she started to to tickle the other foot with her free hand. I held my ground, well I thought I could, that was until I felt something wet being dragged along my toes. Yep, I lost it.
BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAANNYYYHTINGBBBUTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHATHTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIAIIICAN'TSTTTNAHAHAHAHAHAHAAANDDDDDITTT
"Really? Because just a few minutes before you were Mr. BIG STRONG MAN!" she made a muscle and resumed the torture of my feet. Dancing her fingers across my feet, lightly sucking and nibbling my toes, I was going insane. She then left my feet and climbed back onto the bed.
"Wha-wha-what are you doing now?" I choked out.
"Well this morning, I hit a wonderful spot on your thighs, and I'm a sucker for visiting places I love more than once or twice hehe".
"No .. NOOOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T, NOT THERE, I DO ANYTHING, JUST DON'T TICKLE ME THEREEEEEEEEEEE!" I begged.
"Oh, and why not?" She asked.
"I just can't take this anymore, pleeeease!"
"Hahaha, oh you think that this is as bad as it will get you have no idea!" she said sternly, "four months have lead up to this, and you're the prize, and you don't leave and it won't stop unless I SAY IT DOES!"
With that she dug into my inner thighs. My ass shot off the bed like a rocket to the moon. She grabbed, skittered, poked, and prodded. For twenty minutes she kept me laughing to my fullest, never yeilding until she needed a break herself. When she stopped she looked at me with those same longing eyes.
"Soooo, who's in charge?" she asked.
I mustered up what energy I had left.
"GO TO FUCKING HELLLL!" I screamed.
"Very Very wrong answer!" she shouted as she flew to my ribs. For another ten minutes I thrashed and laughed and screamed and squirmed.
"So I'll ask you again, who's in charge?"
"go-go-go to he*coughs*ll" I managed.
"Talk about a stubborn Polack!" she said, "I have just the thing to fix that".
She hopped off the bed and went over to her desk. After some shuffling she came back with a new toy . . a feather duster.
"You see my little tickle-toy, I can take this everyday household cleaning tool, and turn into a source of unrelenting tickle torture. But we could avoid all that if you just admit I'm in charge," Serena explained.
"hrmmmph," I said glaring.
"Have it your way," she sighed. With that she plucked off one of the feathers, "see I'm not one to use use so much, when so little will do the job hehehe".
I watched as she lowered the tip of the feather towards my belly button. My breathing pace quickened, panic rose as the tip came closer . . and closer . . and -
"ALRIGHT! You're in charge, YOU, Serena, the boss, the big head honcho, just pleeeease don't tickle me any mooohohohoorrre!"
"Awwww, my little tickle baby, that's more like it hehehe," she said, all smiles that she had cracked me down even more.
A knock came to the door. I jolted my head to see who it was, hoping it could be someone to save me from this-this torture. When it opened, my eyes stretched wide in terror.
"Oh hey girls, what took you sooo long?"
“Betcha can’t get out,” said Serena.
“Not in the mood Serena,” I replied coldly, “I’ve got shit to do and very little time to wipe my ass of it all”.
“You’re such an asshole, ya wimp!” she shouted as she whipped her back to me.
Rolling my eyes I went back to my term paper. For weeks she had been trying to get me in that rope. I knew her intentions, since we had met at orientation a few months back we’ve been getting into small tickle fights here and there. We were both ticklish, but nevertheless I was ten times as more, and would not like to find myself in the position of not being able to fight back.
“C’MON! PLEEEEASE!” she begged.
“No,” I replied, still working.
“FINE!” she snipped, stomping out of the room. I cringed as the door slammed; I’m not one to royally piss off women, because there’s always a consequence, but for the moment I really didn’t care.
The door opened again with my friend Leon following it.
“Brah, I’ve got a thirty rack and two fifths of White Russian!” he said.
Now I’m at stuck as to what to do: 1. be the good the college student and finish my paper that’s due in a couple days, or 2. get blitzed like the Tom Brady by the Colts defensive line. Yeah, I chose the booze
*NEXT MORNING*
“Ugh, what a fucking night,” I groaned. I made the attempt get up, but couldn’t. A roll to the left, to the right, neither brought the desired result. I tried to lift my legs, but they were securely bound to my bed, or at least I thought it was my bed. I quick glance around the room revealed that it wasn’t my room. In fact, it was a girl’s room, it hit me like a frying pan to the face, “S e r e n a”.
“Good afternoon sleepy heeeead,” Serena said as she jumped onto the bed, “you and I had quite a night. So, she filled me in on how we got completely hammered, got into a world war of a tickle fight, had sex . . . three times, and she tied me up in my sleep. At that point, I noticed I was naked and the panic hit me.
“Serena, whatever you’re going to do, please I beg you don’t”.
With a big, sexy smile she bit her lip, “No way in hell”. With that she dug into my ribs and just started raking them. I lurched upward and started laughing . . .
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTTTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPPPNOOOOOHAHAHAOAOAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“I’ve been waiting 4 months to do this to you, and I’ve got a lot to make up for, her comes the tickle spider!!” she shouted as she wove a imaginary web with her tickling fingers on my stomach, ending in my belly button.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOMOOHAHAHAHAHAHAREPLEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHAHASEHEHEHEHEHEHE
My mind was going ballistic, this had never happened to me before; I had done everything in my power to prevent it. Now here I was, tied to bed, with a crazed girl dragging her nails across every inch of my body. I pulled at my bonds in a desperate attempt to escape the sensations, no give; all it did was tighten my armpit, which she took advantage of.
“Oh, what’s this, the ticklish baby trying to get away,” she taunted, swirling her finger around my belly button, “does he want the tickles to stop?”
YESSSSSSSAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“Well tooo bad, because they aren’t going to”. From my stomach she moved up to my hollows of my armpits, humming Beethoven as she played the piano on my ticklish flesh. With a sudden stop, she got off the bed and walked slyly down to my feet. I lifted my head to see where she was; she had rested her chin in between my feet and was smiling at me, “I spy with my little eye something white and ticklish, in fact there are ten of them”. She slowly started to trace her index finger up and down the arch of my foot. I was a giggling mess . . .
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEPLEEEEEASESTOHEHEHEEP
“I’m going to draw your portrait on your foot hehehe,” she giggled. She painstakingly drew what felt like a smiley face on my sole, scribbling the eyes on my toes. By now I couldn’t breathe, silent laughter was flowing from my lips. Without warning, she attacked both feet wildly, I arched my back and bellowed with laughter. I thrashed back and forth doing everything I could think of to free myself, “Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere tickle boy, you’ve denied me long enough. Tell me how ticklish your knees are?” as she flew to them, tickling underneath, on top, anywhere she could reach.
AHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVEEEEEHEHEHEHEHERYYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Slowly she began to travel up my thighs, dipping more inwards as she went. Just before my cock she dug in. My eyes bugged, my body stiffened as I thrust upward, nothing uttered from my mouth.
“Oh, I think I found the spot,” she giggled gleefully. I took a deep breathe and started to laugh hard again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOHOHOHHOMOOORREEEEPLEEASEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
She dug in harder, I laughed harder.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Speaking and I weren’t on terms at the moment. With one final lurch I collapsed back down from exhaustion.
“Oh, is the tickle boy tired? We’ve only just begun,” Serena said. With her farewell, I passeed out
PART 2
"Wakey Wakey Missster," a faraway voice commanded.
My eyes opened as a groan passed through my lips. I looked around, forgetting for a moment where I was and what was happening.
"Serena?" I asked.
"Yessss?"
"What are y-?" it all came back, "ahh shit".
"That's right my little tickle-toy, I hope you had a nice nap, because it's going to be a FUN day! hehe".
As the events that were about to unfold sank in, so did panic. Once again I tugged furiously at my bonds, swearing up storm in the process.
"Uh oh, someone's not happy," she said coyly, "lets change that, hehe". She climbed up on the bed and straddled across my hips.
"SERENA!" I begged, "please, please don't do this, I can't stand it, I'll go crazy, pleeeease, PLEEEEASE!" my pleas of mercy fell upon deaf ears. She lowered her hands to my stomach and started to slowly massage it, surprisingly it felt good, up until the point when she began to scribble her nails across it.
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOONOOONOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
"Can't heeear you!" said Serena. She slide down, leaned forward, and started to swirl her tounge in my belly button
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I strained against my bonds, trying as hard I as could to break them. She tilted her head back up.
"OMEEGOD I love how you try to escape, it's sooooo cute!" she exclaimed, dishing a whirlwind of tickling on my ribs and armpits, "This is soooo much fun, we should've done this a long time ago, oh yeah, you never LET ME!".
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIAMMMMHHAHAHAHAASSORRRYYHHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHE *deep breathe* AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"Hmmmm? I didn't hear you".
"Ser-Serena, I'm sorry, please no more, I'M SORRRRYEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHE". She had begun the tickling again, this tiem tracing her nail along the hollow of my right armpit. She was leaning on her left hand, laying across my chest.
"Hmmmmm, such a nice chest, such a big strong man allowing himself to be tricked and tied up by little ole me, hehe" she said as she lowered her mouth to my nipple and began to tease it. I pulled away,well I tried to, "oh what? we don't like that? Well isn't that a shame, here I am trying to make you feel good, and you shove it away, your going to get it now mister!"
"Ser-Ser-Sereeehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahannnnnnaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaah
She was tracing both amrpits like Picasso paintings. Then she dug into the hollows, talk about a surge of sensations.
BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I bucked, I twisted, I squirmed, I did everything I could possibly think of to get her off of me. It was a three foot drop to the floor but I could live with it as long as the tickling stopped.
"I have a feeling, that YOU don't like this, I can't imagine why," she said sarcastically, "I'm having a shit load of fun HAHAHA".
She let the tickling cease and looked into my wandereing eyes. My chest heaved up and down from the costant laughing and lack of oxygen. It was getting unbearable, I didn't know how long I could take it. As I looked back at her, something was off, the way she was looking at me, it almost seemed lustful. She slowly slide her body off mine.
"I've been having so much fun with your armpits and belly that I almost forgot about your feet, hehe" she giggled. She moved to straining feet and looked at them, "so ticklish, so cute hehehe". She took a handful of her hair and began to brush in between my toes and down the arch of my left foot. I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes, determined not to give in to the senstations. Realizing my attempt to keep it in, she started to to tickle the other foot with her free hand. I held my ground, well I thought I could, that was until I felt something wet being dragged along my toes. Yep, I lost it.
BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAANNYYYHTINGBBBUTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHATHTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIAIIICAN'TSTTTNAHAHAHAHAHAHAAANDDDDDITTT
"Really? Because just a few minutes before you were Mr. BIG STRONG MAN!" she made a muscle and resumed the torture of my feet. Dancing her fingers across my feet, lightly sucking and nibbling my toes, I was going insane. She then left my feet and climbed back onto the bed.
"Wha-wha-what are you doing now?" I choked out.
"Well this morning, I hit a wonderful spot on your thighs, and I'm a sucker for visiting places I love more than once or twice hehe".
"No .. NOOOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T, NOT THERE, I DO ANYTHING, JUST DON'T TICKLE ME THEREEEEEEEEEEE!" I begged.
"Oh, and why not?" She asked.
"I just can't take this anymore, pleeeease!"
"Hahaha, oh you think that this is as bad as it will get you have no idea!" she said sternly, "four months have lead up to this, and you're the prize, and you don't leave and it won't stop unless I SAY IT DOES!"
With that she dug into my inner thighs. My ass shot off the bed like a rocket to the moon. She grabbed, skittered, poked, and prodded. For twenty minutes she kept me laughing to my fullest, never yeilding until she needed a break herself. When she stopped she looked at me with those same longing eyes.
"Soooo, who's in charge?" she asked.
I mustered up what energy I had left.
"GO TO FUCKING HELLLL!" I screamed.
"Very Very wrong answer!" she shouted as she flew to my ribs. For another ten minutes I thrashed and laughed and screamed and squirmed.
"So I'll ask you again, who's in charge?"
"go-go-go to he*coughs*ll" I managed.
"Talk about a stubborn Polack!" she said, "I have just the thing to fix that".
She hopped off the bed and went over to her desk. After some shuffling she came back with a new toy . . a feather duster.
"You see my little tickle-toy, I can take this everyday household cleaning tool, and turn into a source of unrelenting tickle torture. But we could avoid all that if you just admit I'm in charge," Serena explained.
"hrmmmph," I said glaring.
"Have it your way," she sighed. With that she plucked off one of the feathers, "see I'm not one to use use so much, when so little will do the job hehehe".
I watched as she lowered the tip of the feather towards my belly button. My breathing pace quickened, panic rose as the tip came closer . . and closer . . and -
"ALRIGHT! You're in charge, YOU, Serena, the boss, the big head honcho, just pleeeease don't tickle me any mooohohohoorrre!"
"Awwww, my little tickle baby, that's more like it hehehe," she said, all smiles that she had cracked me down even more.
A knock came to the door. I jolted my head to see who it was, hoping it could be someone to save me from this-this torture. When it opened, my eyes stretched wide in terror.
"Oh hey girls, what took you sooo long?"
