Masquerade Tickle (tickling and licking)

[CharlieBrown]

I know it's long and I thought about posting the parts separately, but why break momentum. I hope you enjoy it. I'm including some visual aids.

 

[CharlieBrown]

Part I

A half hour into the party, and Haylee was beginning to have doubts about the evening. She knew there wasn't going to be anyone at the party she would know, but her roommate had insisted she come.

"Listen, Haylee," said Jenna. "You've got to come out with me tonight to this party. It's gonna be awesome. It's been three months since you've moved to New York, and you still act like your back on the farm in Iowa. You won't meet anybody if you lock yourself up in the apartment every weekend. This Masquerade party tonight is going to be crazy. Don't pass it up. Besides, if you start to feel awkward, I'll be there for you."

Five minutes after they had walked in, some guy swooped down and scooped up Jenna. Haylee wasn't all that surprised. Sure, Jenna looked good with her blonde hair and blue eyes, but she exuded sexiness. And guys could sense it. Both she and Jenna had moved to New York to become actresses, but struggling actresses are as common in New York as yellow cabs. They had met at an audition for a broadway show, and as luck would have it, Jenna was in need of another roommate since she had just kicked her boyfriend out.

Jenna was always trying to get Haylee to go out and experiment in the city. "Haylee, I don't know how to tell you this," Jenna would say, "but you're really hot. Your 5'9", athletic, with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes. You could have any guy in the city if you went out and had fun." But Haylee didn't see herself that way. She was overly insecure about her personality, and had always felt just two inches too tall, probably because most of her friends back home were short. Worst of all, she was insecure about her feet. She had always been teased about her large feet. All through her childhood they seemed to be growing until they finally stopped at a size 13. Haylee always sensed people were staring at her feet, causing her to feel mildly embarassed. She dreaded the summers when she would have to wear flip flops. She would have worn shoes, but her feet would already become sweaty and smelly in the winter, she didn't want to think how much worse the summer would be. Haylee was 22 and still was sensitive about her feet.

Glancing around the bar, Haylee attempted to spot Jenna, but was having no luck. "My God," thought Haylee. "There must be more than 20 girls wearing school girl costumes. If Jenna was still here, the ubiquitous costume is concealing her." Haylee wasn't entirely thrilled about her costume. Not having one of her own, she was forced to borrow from Jenna. It was either the Naughty Nun, which seemed just a bit sacrilegious, or the Beer Girl, which made her feel like the St. Pauli Girl. St. Pauli Girl it would be.

Ten more minutes passed and there was still no sign of Jenna. During that time, she was approached by an unpleasant assortment of men. One guy dressed as a vampire, drawled on about the long hours in his law firm. Now that she thinks about it, she's not sure he was in costume. Another guy introduced himself as a wizard who by day works tech support, but by night dominates the world of Dungeons and Draggons. She was getting interested in Batman until he asked her to buy him a drink at the bar. "No pockets for ID in this Bat suit," he told her. "Great," she thought. "An underage kid hitting on me so he can score some beers."

That was the icing on the cake. After doing one last check for her "dependable" roommate, Haylee decided to call it a night and take a cab back to her apartment on the Lower East Side. Approaching the door, she suddenly heard a voice calling towards her from behind.

"Excuse me, Haylee, but I believe you dropped your ID."

Haylee turned around and saw a man, slightly taller than her, extending his hand toward her to return her ID. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, wearing a black cape and formal attire. His face was fully covered by the death head mask he wore.

"Thank you! Had I lost it, it would have been the finishing touch on an otherwise crappy night. Sorry. I don't mean to unload on you."

"That's alright Haylee. Do you mind if I call you that or do you go by another name?"

"No, Haylee's fine." She began to feel intrigued by this person. There was something soothing, yet mysterious in his voice. "I like your costume. Phantom's one of my favorite plays."

"Mine too, as you probably guessed. I like your costume, though I prefer Amstel Light to St. Pauli's Girl."

Haylee let out a small giggle.

"Were you just about to leave?"

"Yeah. My roommate ditched me almost an hour ago. Show's you what a good friend she is. I've had about enough and was just on my way home."

"Well, if you want to have some fun, why don't you come with me. I don't live too far from here."

"But I don't even know your name."

"It's Drake. Now that we're acquainted, will you join me?"

Haylee could hear Jenna egging her on her head. "You never do anything fun and try anything exciting. If you don't learn to take a chance once in a while, you'll live your entire life like a corpse. Sometimes, you just have to step out there and take a risk." But she just met this guy and didn't know anything about him. On the other hand, there was something soothing and convincing in his voice.

"Sure, what the Hell. Lead on."


Part II


Haylee exited the bar with Drake and saw a black limousine waiting in front. "Is this your car, Drake?"

"Yes. It's handy having a driver in the city, given the shortage of parking spaces."

Haylee smiled and got into the car with Drake. They drove for about five minutes towards uptown and pulled up in front of a tall building. The building looked to be at least seventy stories high. They got into the elevator and ascended to the penthouse. The apartment was dimly lit by candles and lamps, and was very well furnished, mixing modern design with classic European. "This guy's probably a metrosexual," Haylee thought to herself, "but he must be loaded."

"Please, make yourself comfortable on the sofa by the fire place. Can I offer you a martini? Chocolate? Apple?"

"Chocolate sounds nice."

Drake reappeared carrying two glasses. He served Haylee her martini and took a seat in a wing chair that sat at an angle to her. He took a sip of his drink through his mask.

"How's your cosmopolitan?"

"My what?, asked Drake looking up. "Oh, my drink. It's very good. Not too dry. Just how I like it." Drake set his drink down on the glass coffee table in front of him. "I have a confession to make. I actually spotted you earlier in the party. My eyes followed you around, but I didn't have a chance to approach you until I saw you drop your ID."

"Well, I guess I was fortunate you were watching, otherwise I would have had to spend a day at the DMV. Why don't you take your mask off now? We're no longer at the party."

"But of course. You're right." He removed his hat, laid it on the table and then slid the mask off his face, and placed it beside the hat.

"You don't seem to get out of the city much, Drake."

"What makes you say that?"

"Your face looks a little pale in this light. You don't look like someone who's used to relaxing on a beach."

Drake stood up and sat himself down next to Haylee. He gave a smirk and put his right hand on her left leg and gave a soft squeeze. "You're fairly astute."

Haylee took another sip of her martini and suddenly noticed something odd. "Drake, are you wearing a second costume?"

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like your wearing a pair of fake vampire teeth." Haylee began to laugh, an effect of the alcohol. "That's funny, who would be able to see you look like a vampire under your mask?"

"That's the idea."

Suddenly Haylee stopped laughing, and began to feel uneasy. "I don't understand."

"Don't you?"

The implication was clear, even if Haylee had drunk a fifth of vodka. "But there's no such thing as..." Haylee jumped up, letting Drake's hand fall to the couch. Drake didn't make any move. He just sat on the couch smiling at her. Haylee started to move towards the elevator door, but her legs felt like they were weighted down. Staggering, she finally made it to the elevator and pressed the button, but it wouldn't light up. Nervous, she began jabbing it repeatedly. Nothing happened. She turned around to check on Drake, but he remained motionless, sitting on the couch, completely at ease. Now Haylee began to sound frantic. Sweat was dripping down her neck, straight through her cleavage. "Please...let me go...I have to get home. I don't want to be here. Not in this apartment, not in this city....I want to go back home to Iowa. I don't belong here."

She was feeling dizzy. In her head she was blaming Jenna. It was Jenna who made her come out. Jenna talked to her into going to that party. Jenna ditched her there. How could she have done that to her? If not for Jenna, she wouldn't be stuck in this apartment now with this weirdo. Even if he wasn't a vampire, this guy was not entirely there.

Haylee stumbled to the floor. Her vision was becoming blurry. Seconds before passing out, with her head laying on the ground, she watched Drake get up, remove his cape, and walk towards her. Then, darkness.



Part III

Was she dead? Was she undead? Perhaps it was simply a bad dream induced by excessive alcohol. It didn't matter. All Haylee could think about was the splitting headache she felt upon waking up. She reached towards her head, but couldn't touch it. Her hands were bound. She kicked her feet. Her legs were also tethered.

"Don't worry. The headache will pass in a moment. Usually, the side effects of the liquid chloroform are mild, but when mixed with alcohol, they can increase a bit in severity." Drake was staring at her from across what appeared to be a bed room.

Haylee became more alert. Surveying her situation, she found herself lying on a large bed with each arm and leg bound to one of four posts of the bed. She was still fully dressed, which only provided a passing moment of illusory relief.

"What are the restraints for?"

"You'll see very shortly."

"If you really are a vampire, you could have bitten me while I was unconscious without the need for restraints."

"You truly are astute. I was very fortunate in selecting you. Yes, I could have fed on you to complete satiation while you were drugged without resorting to bindings."

"Then..then, you don't actually plan on biting me?"

"No, that will come in due time. The restraints serve a whole other purpose. You see, I didn't select you and go through all of this simply to bite into your neck and drink your blood, but to make you one of my immortal brides. Don't look so frightened at the idea. You will come to like it almost immediately. Pretty much automatically."

"But why me? What made you select me?"

"This may sound slightly absurd, but it was your costume."

"WHAT???"

"Yes. Your beer girl costume filled me with a sense of nostalgia for my days in the old country. A reminder of those wonderfully delicious Frauleins. How I miss those times."

Haylee couldn't believe this. Stupid Jenna! Damn her! I should have gone with the Naughty Nurse...No...I shouldn't have gone out in the first place. This is all her fault. "But why the restraints?"

"Becoming one of my immortal brides is like gaining membership to an elite club. As such, there is a certain initiation process all my selections must first go through."

"Biting my throat and drinking my blood isn't enough of an initiation?

"Unfortunately it isn't. It would be so much easier if it were. You see, my dear Haylee, in order to become one of us immortals, you must actually strongly desire I bite you. This initiation has been perfected through the centuries to facilitate."

"No amount of torture will ever cause me to want to join you." Haylee for the first time in her life began to feel defiant. "There's nothing you can do to me that would persuade me."

"Haylee, I think you'll soon feel otherwise. Over the centuries, the initiation process has proven to be highly effective."

Whatever nerve Haylee had possessed, disappeared as quickly as it had come. The conviction in his voice unnerved her. "What are you going to do to me?"

Drake reached into his sleeve and drew out a long feather. Haylee understood. She understood all too well, and for the first time that night, maybe her whole life, she was overcome with absolute terror.


Part IV

Haylee tugged at her binds but they were tightly secured. She watched Drake advance towards her, letting his eyes examine her entire body as if in contemplation of where to begin first. With each step he took, she was filled with more dread. Ever since her childhood she feared being tickled. Her brothers would always ambush her in the barn and while two would hold her legs and arms down, the third would attack mercilessly. The torment was always too great for her, but never before was so much at stake.

"Please, I beg you, don't do this."

"Already you wish me to bite you? I haven't even put feather to skin yet, and you beg like a coward."

As before, that feeling of raw nerve swept into her stomach. She would resist him if only because he was acting like an arrogant s.o.b. "Bring it on."

"Very well then."

Drake moved towards her head and began moving the feather around her ears. He ran the tip around the inner part of her ear, under the lobes, and behind the ears. It gave her the chills, but it didn't tickle. "That's what you've been scaring me about?"

"This part isn't meant to tickle, just to begin to break up your resistance."

He traced her face with the tip of the feather and ran it down through her breasts, sending chills all along the way. Haylee could feel goosebumps forming all over her body. He started swishing the feather around on her side through an opening between the corset and the skirt. She wanted to let out a laugh but she kept her lips tight and held it in.

"Good...good...I can see the water starting to build up in your eyes. Let's move on."

Drake discarded the feather. He raised his hand up and pulled off the leather glove on his right hand. Haylee made a large gulp. At the end of his fingers were long fingernails. "Don't worry...they're not sharp enough to cut, but are perfect for this job."

He reached in between the gap on her sides and begain to run his nails and fingers all over her side. The torment was incredible. Haylee was biting her lip now to keep it in. Haylee could feel the nerve endings shooting the sensation to her brain. She knew she couldn't give him the satisfaction, but it was too much. "No," she thought. She was screaming in her head. I have to hold it in...Must....resist...but the tickling...his fingers...his nails...Nooooo.....nooo...NOOOOOOO...

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Her mouth was wide open as she howled and tears ran from her eyes.

"Progress," Drake yelled.

With his right hand he continued to work her right side and with his left, he let his fingers dance on her inner left thigh. Haylee was bouncing up and down, pulling at the ropes, and moving side to side, but his left hand would not leave her firm jostling thigh.

"OWWWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAA..Stop....STAAAAHHHHHHH HHP" But it seemed like the more she screemed for him to stop the more aggressive his tickling became. She clenched her teeth tight. Now both hands were working her inner thighs. "GRRRRRRRR....uuuhhhh....uhhh....aha..aha...AHA...A HHHHHHHH...HA HA HA HA HA.

Drake removed his hands and stepped back. Haylee was in a sort of daze, taking deep heavy breaths. "Okay," she thought. "This is my chance to gain some composure. I just have to make myself numb to it."

Drake reached into a draw beside the bed and pulled out a knife. He placed the edge between her enormous breasts. "I'm sorry, my dear. But we just aren't moving ahead as fast as I would have liked." In one quick motion he sliced through the front strings of her garter. The flaps of the garter flew open revealing her mini peasant blouse that just barely covered her spectacular breasts. Not much was being covered anyways. She had worked up such a sweat, her blouse was drenched and see through.

He leaned his face towards her belly, placing his puckered lips on her soft moist skin. A look of panic came over her face. "NOT THAAAAT!" Drake drew in a large breath and let all hell out on her stomach. Haylee's eyes bulged and looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. "GAAAAHHHHH...ehhhhh...EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

Drake looked pleased...very pleased. He moved his hand all over her upper body, tickling her belly and her sides.

"HA HA Ha HAAAA HA Ha HAAAA HAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA. Ah Ah Ah..."

He ripped her blouse like it were a napkin, and her breasts came pouring out. "No bra, that's your misfortune." He began squeezing and tickling her breasts. He could simultaneously tickle ferociously with one hand around her breasts, while calmly tickling her nipples with his nails.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
She was screaming at the top of her lungs. She could not deny that he was masterfully skilled at the art of tickle torture. Every movement of his hands showed careful control.

"Ooo," Drake said with a smile. "Looks like we found some virgin territory." And with those words he turned his attention towards her armpits.

"OMG...Noooo...Ha HA Ha Ha AYYYYYYYYYYYYE.....Hee hee hee...heeeeee....nuhhuh, uhh uh."

He just acted like he was deaf to her screams. The whole world seemed like it was deaf. Didn't anyone hear her? WHo would hear her seventy stories in the sky?

"Let's see how you handle this, Haylee"

He reached his hands under her skirt and started to let his fingers play on top of her panties. The feeling was intense. Just when she felt his fingers sliding underneath her panties, they stopped.

"Well, Haylee. I think by now you should be realizing how futile it is for you to resist. Give in to your desire for it to end. Ask for my sharp kiss."

Haylee's panting was heavy and she looked exhausted, but she mustered enough saliva and spat in his face.

Rather than look angry, Drake smiled. "I expected as much from you. I was lucky in my choice. What's this?" Drake too a step back from the bed. "Can it be that I have neglected your feet all this time? Surely, I will have to make it up to them." He repositioned himself at the foot of the bed.

Something told Haylee that despite all the horror she had gone through, the worst was about to come. She was wrong though. It was definitely going from bad to worse, but the greatest torment was not yet at hand. How fitting, she thought, her feet, the greatest source of anguish in her life, would be an even greater source suffering for her.

All that seemed to be separating Drake from her feet were two transparrent platform shoes made of some kind of plastic and a pair of knee high socks. She knew her feet were sweaty, the transparrent shoes looked smudged. But maybe, if they smelled strong enough...

"I know what you're thinking Haylee. If the scent of garlic repels vampires, maybe the sweaty aroma would do the same. Not so. The essence of your feet actually works as an aphrodisiac for me. Don't worry, I'll try and control myself for now, but at least we know where the fateful bite will be."

"Go to Hell!"

No reply, just a smirk. He slid off her left shoe and looked at the bottom. "Oh my! A size 13 foot. You know...I've actually been on the outs for a while with God, but even I'm thinking of thanking the Lord now myself." He sniffed the inside of the shoe and let it fall to the floor. "Mmmm....Smells delicious!"


Drake slowly and deliberately ran his nails from the bottom of her heel to the tip of her big toe. Haylee felt pins being stuck into her spine. "Guhh..uh"
He removed her other shoe and with both hands began to tickle all over the soles of her feet. As she feared, the torment was worse than before. She tried to hold it in, but it was no good.

"Phft...FAAAAA....AYYYYYYEEEE......HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!!!"

"Oh, I'm sorry...It appears I accidentally made a hole on the sole of your left knee high sock." He ran his nails against the exposed skin on her foot. She was gritting her teeth and breathing heavily through her nostrils. How much worse could it get. "Haylee, care to see a trick?" Drake opened his mouth and a serpentine tongue came out moving like a snake towards towards the exposed part.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

His tongue licked her foot, and then disappeared into her sock. She could feel this demonic tongue writhing around inside her sock, navigating all over her foot. Traveling from the heel, around the foot, between each of her toes and finally wrapping itself around her big toe. It tickled tremendously and was unexpectedly sensual, a feeling that took her by surprise.

"Heeeeeyaaa....ahhhhhhhhhhh......ahhhhhhh."

He grabbed the tear in the sock and ripped the sock off, exposing her entire left leg. She could see his tongue tightly wrapped around her foot. Like someone pushed a button on a tape measure, his tongue recoiled back into his mouth.

He lifted up her naked leg and used his fingers to tickle under her knee caps, and all over her leg.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Meanwhile, he used his tongue, which now appeared normal, to tickle her soles. He lapped at the sole of her foot like a dog, and then licked between each toe.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
He then nibbled softly all along the sides of her foot. Raising her foot to his mouth, his bottom jaw seemed to detach and half her foot disappeared into the darkness of his mouth. She could feel his tongue wreaking havoc on her foot. Haylee was shaking violently. She tried kicking her legs, but there was nothing she could do to release his hold on her foot. She let out maddening cries of laughter.

Drake pulled her foot out of his mouth and let it fall back onto the bed. He moved towards her right foot. Haylee tried to swing it out of his reach, the ropes just swung it back into his grasp. Pulling the sock off, he burried his nose in her foot and inhaled deeply the sweet pungent essence.

"You know Haylee. With your height, and your enormous and succulent feet, there's just too much territory for me to cover.......at least by myself." He returned her confused look with a malevolent smile. A bell appeared in his right hand, which he promptly rang. The sound of the bell was followed by some shrieking that seemed to be drawing nearer. Three ladies entered through the door and another three came flying through an open skylight.

"I'll ask you again. Will you give yourself freely now?"

"I'll die first!"

"Then at least we'll still get a good meal," said one of the vampresses.

Two vampresses positioned themselves on both sides of Haylee's upper body, and another two moved towards her thighs. Drake stood by her right foot. The other two were by her left foot. "Ladies, commence!"

Haylee's whole body was attacked at once. Her upper body was being tickled all over. They tickled her breasts, belly, sides, and armpits. One began blowing on her stomach. The women at her foot were using their nails, tongues, and teeth to tickle her. The two by her thighs were reaching in all over. One of them released her serpentine tongue which wriggled under her panties and began lick tickling her vagina. This caused Haylee to mix her laughter with moaning. Drake meanwhile was enjoying torturing her foot.

"noooo.....Nooooooo.....NOOOOOOOOOOOOO HO HO HO!!!! Oh my God, OH MY GOD GAAAHHH HHA HA HA HA HAD. NNNNN.....UHHHHHHHH...HUHHHH HUH HA HA HA HA."

One of the ladies from her thigh and one from her upper body joined the two women by Haylee's left foot. They were licking, tickling, and nibbling on her foot and sucking on her calves.

"YAAAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA"

Suddenly, the four ladies by her foot paused and gave one another a menacing look. "Such a big foot, how many mouths do you think we can fit on it at one time?"

They pounced on her foot. Two sucked and licked the two sides of her foot. One sucked on all five toes. The fourth occupied her heel. They sucked, licked and with their fingers tickled whatever wasn't in their mouths.

"HA HA HA HA HA.....Noooooooooooo....I CANNNNNNN'T"

While the four ravaged her foot, Drake continued to work over her right foot. She was still being tickled on her upperbody, with the occassional tummy blow and nipple suck. The vampire by her thigh was using both hands to tickle why her tongue continued to torment her vagina.

Haylee was shaking wildly. She looked like she was on the verge of a having a seizure. Her breathing was loud and fast. She was laughing but also having an orgasm. The tickling was so severe she started to pee. She wanted to resist but she didn't know how much more she could withstand. Maybe if she made it to the morning...but the tickling...Oh God...the tickling was too much.

"oh my God...NOOO HO HO HO HOOOOO HA HA HA HA. LET ME GO OHHHHH HA HA HA...owwwww...DAMN JENNA...Nooooo....OWWWWW.......THAT BITCH....HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA. OH MY GOD...HA HA HA....JENNA I'LL GET Ya- ....HAHAHAHAHA...YOU FOR THIS.....HEEEE...HEEEE..PLEEEEEEEASE....HA HA HA HA HA HA....STAAAAHHHP... HA....Nyo..OHHHHH....OHHHHHHH.....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....Uhhhuhhhhhhh...nnnnnnnnnn....NO MORE.....PLEEEESE...NOOOOOO....MORE...mmmmmmMMMMMM ....yesssss....I WANNA GO HOME....AYYYYE....HA HA H........Grrrrrrrr...umph...yessss....Oh God Oh God Oh God.....Yessss....Ha Ha...Yesss...YESSS.. YESSSSSS HaHa HaHa Ha ..mmmmph...YIIIIIEEEEEEEE.....................BITE ME NOW!!!!"

Suddenly the tickling stopped and the girls were gone. Haylee laid there looking lifeless. She was dripping in sweat, saliva, and God knows what else. She felt weak and tired.

"I told you Haylee. The process is perfect and always a success."

With tired breaths, she made one more plea. "puh...puh....puh...leeze...no...."

"Don't worry, Haylee. I promise you...this won't tickle in the slightest." Drake raised her right foot to his face, took her big toe into his mouth, and bit down.

"YOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

"Mmmmm...Very tasty!"

As Haylee felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, she watched Drake gleefully drinking her blood as he sucked on her big plump toe.



Part V

Jenna pushed the door open and tip toed into the apartment still wearing her school girl costume. "Haylee you home? Sorry I lost you at the party." Actually she wasn't. She only wanted Haylee to come along so they could split the cab fare to the party. Once they arrived at the party, she took the first opportunity to ditch her. Not that she had something against her, but her negative attitude would have turned the guys away. She didn't have much luck anyways.

Jenna went into her room and sat on her bed. "I can't believe that jerk made me walk thirty blocks to get home, when he could have just driven me." She crossed her legs and removed her shoes. She sniffed around. "Whew...is that me?" Slowly she slid off one of her knee high socks and put it to her nose. Her head jerked back. "Pheww...that's what walking thirty blocks will do." She started to give herself a foot massage. "I know what will make them feel better." She raised her foot to her mouth. After giving her big toe a few flicks with her tongue she began to self-suck her own toes. "Not bad."

"Really, Jenna?" Jenna looked up and saw Haylee lying on the ceiling. "Mind if I have a bite?"

 

[CharlieBrown]

would someone care to finish part V?

 

[Spillone]

Nice story

I know it's long and I thought about posting the parts separately, but why break momentum. I hope you enjoy it. I'm including some visual aids.

I like it very much especially the part IV when Haylee was gang-tickled.
I also like those pics...thanks!

 

[CharlieBrown]

glad you enjoyed it.

 

[CharlieBrown]

kind of disappointed no one could finish it

 

[cyclypse]

I think it was finished rather well. Leaves the rest up to your imagination. Great story!

 

[CharlieBrown]

Halloween's coming!

 

[aurora51501]

i love vampire stories. so a vampire tickle story...fabulous.

 

[CharlieBrown]

I know...I love vampires and tickling

 

[TICKLELOVERS]

We are very sorry we waiting so lonmg to post a reply. Excellent stuff!
Love,
Heather and Anna