Part 1 link - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?309057-The-Casino%92s-Game-part-1-MF-MFF
Part 2
Seconds passed, Kelly felt nothing, she could not hear her daughters laughter either. She slowly opened her eyes to see Mr Johnson stood in between her and her daughter. He was looking back at the TV monitor.
“Now viewers, we have received a few tweets from some of you. Seems that some of you are requesting that these two women be tickled separately, so you can see who is more ticklish. After a brief conversation with the production team, we will not only oblige to that, but we will make it more interesting” said Mr Johnson holding up a small device. “This is a decibel meter, it will record the noise in the room. On your screens now, you will see a list of body parts on each side of the screen and a heading above, either Mother or Daughter. The betting odds are up on display now. Betting is open for the next 2 minutes. You can bet on who produces the most noise between the Mother and Daughter, the body part that produces the most noise, or both”.
Kelly looked at Mr Johnson with fear in her eyes, she looked across at her daughter who was tremoring with nerves.
“We will tickle each spot for 30 seconds, rotating between Mother and Daughter” Mr Johnson said with a grin whilst looking at Kelly. “Betting will end in 3-2-1, Stop Betting. Round One”.
Kelly looked at the monitor, it was displaying her on the full screen. The word ‘SIDES’ flashed up, she mentally prepared herself. She looked down at the brushes starting to vibrate from side to side, getting closer and closer. Then they hit. Kelly bit her bottom lip as she tried to contain the laughter, the brushes working their way up and down her sides, exploring each rib. She couldn’t contain it much longer.
“hahahahaha, please ahahahahaha”. She glanced at the timer, 5-4-3-2-1. The brushes stopped, Kelly felt slightly proud of herself.
“54.2” Mr Johnson said pointing at the device. “Not bad, but I think we can do better”.
Kelly looked at the screen, her daughter was now on full view, her jaw was clenched. Without warning, the brushes hit her sides. The surprise of hit sent Anna into hysterics “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. N-n-not my sideees HAHAHAHAHA”. Her echoes were ringing round the room. The brushes finally stopped, Anna was red and sweaty, her fringe was stuck against her forehead.
“64.6. Looks like the daughter has taken a 1 nil lead” Mr Johnson mocked.
Kelly was the focus on the monitor again, she saw ‘STOMACH’ flashing on the screen, she had a smug look on her face. “3-2-1 begin” rang out as the brushes hit, Kelly flinched slightly but just stared back at Mr Johnson. 30 second passed quickly.
“Not Ticklish there” Mr Johnson asked. Kelly shook her head and smiled. “You will be later” Mr Johnson said as he winked back at Kelly. Her eyes were focused on him. She did not notice the timer. All of a sudden she heard her daughter’s screams.
“HAHAHHAHAHAHA S-S-S-TOP IIITTTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHA”. The brushes were vibrating their bristles all over Anna’s stomach, she then felt them hit her belly button. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”. She tried to get other words out but nothing but laughter escaped her mouth. Her stomach was tensed as the bristled glided across her soft skin.
“68.2. We have a new leader” Mr Johnson announced. “2 nil to the daughter. Let’s see what round 3 has in store for our ladies”.
Kelly looked in horror as ‘ARMPITS’ flashed on the screen.
Without warning the bristles hit her pits, scraping their way up and down. She tried to suppress her laughter but didn’t last “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NNNot TTThere HAHAHAHAHA”. By the end of the 30 seconds, she was a quivering mess, her head hung down towards the floor.
“61.7, not bad, seems that is her most ticklish place so far” Mr Johnson said to the screen.
Kelly didn’t have the strength to lift her head at the moment. She could hear her daughter giggles coming from across the room but she knew she could take it.
“53.6, the Mother takes this round, pulling it back to 2-1”
Kelly looked up at the monitor, ‘what could be next she thought’. To her horror, the word ‘THIGHS’ flashed up.
“No, No, No. You cant” she tried to protest.
“Looks like this could be a good one” Mr Johnson grinned.
The brushes started of slowly, gliding up and down the insides of her bare legs. Kelly scrunched up her face, trying to stop the laughter, the brushes sped up and up and up. Within seconds it hit her as the brushes were catching her groins.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Kelly screamed. Mr Johnson was chuckling away in the background at Kelly’s predicament. “SSSSSSTTTTOOOOPPPPPP HAHAHAHAHAHA”. Those 30 seconds felt like the longest 30 seconds of Kelly’s life.
“68.8. A new leader” Mr Johnson proclaimed.
Kelly tried to compose herself as she watched the bristles work up and down her daughters legs.
“HAHAHAHAHA, Noootttt Thereeee HAHAHAHA” the brushes, like for her mother, hit her groins. “HAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMMMHAHAHAHAHA” a brief moan escaped from Anna’s mouth. Both Mr Johnson and Kelly looked in shock at Anna as a small dark patch appeared in the bikini bottoms.
“Well, that was unexpected” Mr Johnson announced. “Seems like we have hit a nerve with this one. Anyway, 66.4 was the reading. Looks like we have a tie”.
Kelly heard a strange noise coming from below her, she felt the cool breeze on her feet. ‘What is that’ she thought. She couldn’t see her feet, she looked across at Anna, slumped against her bindings. Anna was motionless, her cheeks were rosy red. She look down at the floor below her and saw something she hoped was never going to come. Small brush heads started to rise from the floor towards Anna’s arches and toes.
“Round 5, the decider” Mr Johnson announced. Anna’s head pricked up, she too could feel the breeze on her small feet. “Let’s see if their feet are just as ticklish as Mark’s. Shall We?” Mr Johnson teased.
“NO, Y-Y-YOU CANT” Anna protested.
The bristles got closer to Kelly’s pedicured feet, they hit her arches and toes at the same time. Kelly threw her head back.
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHASTTTTOOOPPPPHAHAHAHAHA” she couldn’t contain herself. The bristles danced between her toes. She had never laughed so much in her life.
“76.4, WOW” said Mr Johnson to the TV camera. “That’s going to take some beating. I wonder if its ‘like mother like daughter’?”
“Mum, Don’t let them touch my feEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Anna thrashed around as much as her binding would let her. ANNA tried to curl her toes but that was worse as she pushed them further down into the bristles. “HAHAHAHAHASTTTOOOPPPP IIIITTTTHAHAHAHAHAAH. IMMM GGOOOIINNNNGGG TTOOOOO PPPEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA”.
The bristles stopped just in time. Anna was trying to catch her breath, her feet and toes still tingling.
“77.7. Looks like we have a winner” Mr Johnson announced. “I guess its true, it does run in the family. All those who bet on Daughter and Feet, you are a winner. That was fun, now back to our main event”.
Both Anna and Kelly, were motionless, they did not speak. Kelly’s eyes were fixed to the floor.
Finally, “M-m-m-um”.
“Yes, my dear” Kelly softly said.
“I cant take anymore” Anna cried
“Neither can I, but we cannot do anything, its up to your father now”.
The lights in the room dimmed as the focus on the screen went back onto Mark’s mummified soles.
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Tina strolled into the room and positioned herself at Mark’s feet. She was not wearing gloves this time.
“Continuation of round 2, Fingers. 3-2-1 Begin” Mr Johnson instructed.
Tina’s long nails dragged up and down Mark’s large feet.
“NO, NO, NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mark erupted.
Tina’s fingers worked their way down to his toes and back up to his heels, frantically scraping his soft, wrinkled skin.
“P-P-Please StooooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA”. Mark could not escape her nails. “I-I-I-I NEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAA BREAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”. The tickling stopped.
“Mark, that’s only 2 minutes” Mr Johnson said. “Are you sure?”
“YES, Yes, Yes. I cant take it” Mark Cried.
“Tina, continue” Mr Johnson instructed
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHHHYYYY AARRREEENNNNTTT YOU STOOHAHAHAHAPING” Mark cried.
Tina continued her assault on his feet. Tears were streaming down his face.
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Kelly looked on in shock, expecting the worst.
“Mum, whats going on” Anna whispered
“I’m not sure. He has asked for a break but they keep tickling him” Kelly replied stunned.
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Tina worked her fingers into the gaps between his toes whilst her other hand scribbled over his soles.
“S-S-S-STOPPPPPP HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Finally, her nails stopped.
“WHATTTT ARE YOU DOING” Mark shouted angrily. A mixture or sweat and tears had collected in a small puddle on the floor beneath him.
Mr Johnson entered the room. He walked up to the table Mark was on and spun it around to face a blank monitor on the wall. “Mark, we are going round and round in circles here”. Mr Johnson faced the camera. “Anyone who bet on 2 minutes will be payed out their winnings”. Mr Johnson looked back at Mark. “We need to up the ante, don’t we” Mr Johnson said sternly.
“I-I-I Just cant take it, im too ticklish” Mark replied
“I will tell you what Mark, lets change the terms” Mr Johnson said with an evil grin on his face. “lets start again, 10 minutes tickling with whatever I decide. If you pass, I will knock $5000 off what you owe”.
“I cant do that, I cant even take 10 minutes with just her nails” Mark Protested.
“Well you better, or we will be here all day” Mr Johnson turned on the monitor. To Mark’s shock, he saw his wife and daughter tied up surrounded by brushes.
“YOU BASTARD” Mark shouted.
“Now, now Mark. There’s no need to be rude. I will tell you what, if you don’t succeed to the torture, both your wife and daughter pick up the slack. GOT IT!”
“No, you cant, that’s kidnapping and abuse”. Mark replied
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA”. Mark looked up at the screen as the brushes worked their magic over both Anna and Kelly’s body.
“D-D-DAAAADDDDD. MAAAKKKEEEE IIITTTT STTOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Anna Screamed.
“FINE, FINE. I will do it” Mark shouted at Mr Johnson.
The brushes stopped tickling his wife and daughter.
“There are 4 10 minute periods for you Mark. If you fail the 10 minute period. Your wife and Daughter get tickled the same way as you for 10 Minutes, PLUS the time owed from your countdown clock, without a break. GOT IT” Mr Johnson instructed.
“Yes” Mark sighed.
“Viewers, same as before, you get to bet on what minute he will give in. The four time periods are; Tools, Feet Oiled and Tools, Feet Roasted and Tools. Finally we have a special one for the last time period” Mr Johnson winked at the camera.
Mark saw Tina climb underneath the table. Then he felt it.
“Hey, what’s going on” Mark protested. He felt something brush against his cock.
“Cum and Tools” Mr Johnson said laughing.
Mark felt the cool air on his cock and balls as some of the tape was cut away around his boxer shorts. The button was undone to leave his manhood hanging out freely through a hole in the table.
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Kelly looked in fear at the monitor.
“W-W-Whats happening Mum?” Anna snapped at her mum.
“You don’t want to see darling, its going to be a long few hours” Kelly replied
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“Hehehehehehehe Stop” Mark giggled. Tina was now tickling his cock and balls
“Viewers, Betting is now open for the next 5 Minutes. In the meantime, Tina is going to entertain herself for a few minutes” Mr Johnson instructed.
“Heheheheehehehe” Mark’s giggles then turned into a moan and Tina massaged his cock and balls. Mark’s shaft was getting Harder and Harder. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t hear the whirring noise behind him. Something touched his feet, his back arched as the sensation shot though his body like electricity.
Mr Johnson walked round the front, waving an electric toothbrush and a hairbrush at him.
“Ready to begin?”
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To be continued
Part 2
Seconds passed, Kelly felt nothing, she could not hear her daughters laughter either. She slowly opened her eyes to see Mr Johnson stood in between her and her daughter. He was looking back at the TV monitor.
“Now viewers, we have received a few tweets from some of you. Seems that some of you are requesting that these two women be tickled separately, so you can see who is more ticklish. After a brief conversation with the production team, we will not only oblige to that, but we will make it more interesting” said Mr Johnson holding up a small device. “This is a decibel meter, it will record the noise in the room. On your screens now, you will see a list of body parts on each side of the screen and a heading above, either Mother or Daughter. The betting odds are up on display now. Betting is open for the next 2 minutes. You can bet on who produces the most noise between the Mother and Daughter, the body part that produces the most noise, or both”.
Kelly looked at Mr Johnson with fear in her eyes, she looked across at her daughter who was tremoring with nerves.
“We will tickle each spot for 30 seconds, rotating between Mother and Daughter” Mr Johnson said with a grin whilst looking at Kelly. “Betting will end in 3-2-1, Stop Betting. Round One”.
Kelly looked at the monitor, it was displaying her on the full screen. The word ‘SIDES’ flashed up, she mentally prepared herself. She looked down at the brushes starting to vibrate from side to side, getting closer and closer. Then they hit. Kelly bit her bottom lip as she tried to contain the laughter, the brushes working their way up and down her sides, exploring each rib. She couldn’t contain it much longer.
“hahahahaha, please ahahahahaha”. She glanced at the timer, 5-4-3-2-1. The brushes stopped, Kelly felt slightly proud of herself.
“54.2” Mr Johnson said pointing at the device. “Not bad, but I think we can do better”.
Kelly looked at the screen, her daughter was now on full view, her jaw was clenched. Without warning, the brushes hit her sides. The surprise of hit sent Anna into hysterics “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. N-n-not my sideees HAHAHAHAHA”. Her echoes were ringing round the room. The brushes finally stopped, Anna was red and sweaty, her fringe was stuck against her forehead.
“64.6. Looks like the daughter has taken a 1 nil lead” Mr Johnson mocked.
Kelly was the focus on the monitor again, she saw ‘STOMACH’ flashing on the screen, she had a smug look on her face. “3-2-1 begin” rang out as the brushes hit, Kelly flinched slightly but just stared back at Mr Johnson. 30 second passed quickly.
“Not Ticklish there” Mr Johnson asked. Kelly shook her head and smiled. “You will be later” Mr Johnson said as he winked back at Kelly. Her eyes were focused on him. She did not notice the timer. All of a sudden she heard her daughter’s screams.
“HAHAHHAHAHAHA S-S-S-TOP IIITTTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHA”. The brushes were vibrating their bristles all over Anna’s stomach, she then felt them hit her belly button. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”. She tried to get other words out but nothing but laughter escaped her mouth. Her stomach was tensed as the bristled glided across her soft skin.
“68.2. We have a new leader” Mr Johnson announced. “2 nil to the daughter. Let’s see what round 3 has in store for our ladies”.
Kelly looked in horror as ‘ARMPITS’ flashed on the screen.
Without warning the bristles hit her pits, scraping their way up and down. She tried to suppress her laughter but didn’t last “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NNNot TTThere HAHAHAHAHA”. By the end of the 30 seconds, she was a quivering mess, her head hung down towards the floor.
“61.7, not bad, seems that is her most ticklish place so far” Mr Johnson said to the screen.
Kelly didn’t have the strength to lift her head at the moment. She could hear her daughter giggles coming from across the room but she knew she could take it.
“53.6, the Mother takes this round, pulling it back to 2-1”
Kelly looked up at the monitor, ‘what could be next she thought’. To her horror, the word ‘THIGHS’ flashed up.
“No, No, No. You cant” she tried to protest.
“Looks like this could be a good one” Mr Johnson grinned.
The brushes started of slowly, gliding up and down the insides of her bare legs. Kelly scrunched up her face, trying to stop the laughter, the brushes sped up and up and up. Within seconds it hit her as the brushes were catching her groins.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Kelly screamed. Mr Johnson was chuckling away in the background at Kelly’s predicament. “SSSSSSTTTTOOOOPPPPPP HAHAHAHAHAHA”. Those 30 seconds felt like the longest 30 seconds of Kelly’s life.
“68.8. A new leader” Mr Johnson proclaimed.
Kelly tried to compose herself as she watched the bristles work up and down her daughters legs.
“HAHAHAHAHA, Noootttt Thereeee HAHAHAHA” the brushes, like for her mother, hit her groins. “HAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMMMHAHAHAHAHA” a brief moan escaped from Anna’s mouth. Both Mr Johnson and Kelly looked in shock at Anna as a small dark patch appeared in the bikini bottoms.
“Well, that was unexpected” Mr Johnson announced. “Seems like we have hit a nerve with this one. Anyway, 66.4 was the reading. Looks like we have a tie”.
Kelly heard a strange noise coming from below her, she felt the cool breeze on her feet. ‘What is that’ she thought. She couldn’t see her feet, she looked across at Anna, slumped against her bindings. Anna was motionless, her cheeks were rosy red. She look down at the floor below her and saw something she hoped was never going to come. Small brush heads started to rise from the floor towards Anna’s arches and toes.
“Round 5, the decider” Mr Johnson announced. Anna’s head pricked up, she too could feel the breeze on her small feet. “Let’s see if their feet are just as ticklish as Mark’s. Shall We?” Mr Johnson teased.
“NO, Y-Y-YOU CANT” Anna protested.
The bristles got closer to Kelly’s pedicured feet, they hit her arches and toes at the same time. Kelly threw her head back.
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHASTTTTOOOPPPPHAHAHAHAHA” she couldn’t contain herself. The bristles danced between her toes. She had never laughed so much in her life.
“76.4, WOW” said Mr Johnson to the TV camera. “That’s going to take some beating. I wonder if its ‘like mother like daughter’?”
“Mum, Don’t let them touch my feEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Anna thrashed around as much as her binding would let her. ANNA tried to curl her toes but that was worse as she pushed them further down into the bristles. “HAHAHAHAHASTTTOOOPPPP IIIITTTTHAHAHAHAHAAH. IMMM GGOOOIINNNNGGG TTOOOOO PPPEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA”.
The bristles stopped just in time. Anna was trying to catch her breath, her feet and toes still tingling.
“77.7. Looks like we have a winner” Mr Johnson announced. “I guess its true, it does run in the family. All those who bet on Daughter and Feet, you are a winner. That was fun, now back to our main event”.
Both Anna and Kelly, were motionless, they did not speak. Kelly’s eyes were fixed to the floor.
Finally, “M-m-m-um”.
“Yes, my dear” Kelly softly said.
“I cant take anymore” Anna cried
“Neither can I, but we cannot do anything, its up to your father now”.
The lights in the room dimmed as the focus on the screen went back onto Mark’s mummified soles.
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Tina strolled into the room and positioned herself at Mark’s feet. She was not wearing gloves this time.
“Continuation of round 2, Fingers. 3-2-1 Begin” Mr Johnson instructed.
Tina’s long nails dragged up and down Mark’s large feet.
“NO, NO, NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mark erupted.
Tina’s fingers worked their way down to his toes and back up to his heels, frantically scraping his soft, wrinkled skin.
“P-P-Please StooooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA”. Mark could not escape her nails. “I-I-I-I NEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAA BREAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”. The tickling stopped.
“Mark, that’s only 2 minutes” Mr Johnson said. “Are you sure?”
“YES, Yes, Yes. I cant take it” Mark Cried.
“Tina, continue” Mr Johnson instructed
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHHHYYYY AARRREEENNNNTTT YOU STOOHAHAHAHAPING” Mark cried.
Tina continued her assault on his feet. Tears were streaming down his face.
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Kelly looked on in shock, expecting the worst.
“Mum, whats going on” Anna whispered
“I’m not sure. He has asked for a break but they keep tickling him” Kelly replied stunned.
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Tina worked her fingers into the gaps between his toes whilst her other hand scribbled over his soles.
“S-S-S-STOPPPPPP HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Finally, her nails stopped.
“WHATTTT ARE YOU DOING” Mark shouted angrily. A mixture or sweat and tears had collected in a small puddle on the floor beneath him.
Mr Johnson entered the room. He walked up to the table Mark was on and spun it around to face a blank monitor on the wall. “Mark, we are going round and round in circles here”. Mr Johnson faced the camera. “Anyone who bet on 2 minutes will be payed out their winnings”. Mr Johnson looked back at Mark. “We need to up the ante, don’t we” Mr Johnson said sternly.
“I-I-I Just cant take it, im too ticklish” Mark replied
“I will tell you what Mark, lets change the terms” Mr Johnson said with an evil grin on his face. “lets start again, 10 minutes tickling with whatever I decide. If you pass, I will knock $5000 off what you owe”.
“I cant do that, I cant even take 10 minutes with just her nails” Mark Protested.
“Well you better, or we will be here all day” Mr Johnson turned on the monitor. To Mark’s shock, he saw his wife and daughter tied up surrounded by brushes.
“YOU BASTARD” Mark shouted.
“Now, now Mark. There’s no need to be rude. I will tell you what, if you don’t succeed to the torture, both your wife and daughter pick up the slack. GOT IT!”
“No, you cant, that’s kidnapping and abuse”. Mark replied
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA”. Mark looked up at the screen as the brushes worked their magic over both Anna and Kelly’s body.
“D-D-DAAAADDDDD. MAAAKKKEEEE IIITTTT STTOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Anna Screamed.
“FINE, FINE. I will do it” Mark shouted at Mr Johnson.
The brushes stopped tickling his wife and daughter.
“There are 4 10 minute periods for you Mark. If you fail the 10 minute period. Your wife and Daughter get tickled the same way as you for 10 Minutes, PLUS the time owed from your countdown clock, without a break. GOT IT” Mr Johnson instructed.
“Yes” Mark sighed.
“Viewers, same as before, you get to bet on what minute he will give in. The four time periods are; Tools, Feet Oiled and Tools, Feet Roasted and Tools. Finally we have a special one for the last time period” Mr Johnson winked at the camera.
Mark saw Tina climb underneath the table. Then he felt it.
“Hey, what’s going on” Mark protested. He felt something brush against his cock.
“Cum and Tools” Mr Johnson said laughing.
Mark felt the cool air on his cock and balls as some of the tape was cut away around his boxer shorts. The button was undone to leave his manhood hanging out freely through a hole in the table.
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Kelly looked in fear at the monitor.
“W-W-Whats happening Mum?” Anna snapped at her mum.
“You don’t want to see darling, its going to be a long few hours” Kelly replied
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“Hehehehehehehe Stop” Mark giggled. Tina was now tickling his cock and balls
“Viewers, Betting is now open for the next 5 Minutes. In the meantime, Tina is going to entertain herself for a few minutes” Mr Johnson instructed.
“Heheheheehehehe” Mark’s giggles then turned into a moan and Tina massaged his cock and balls. Mark’s shaft was getting Harder and Harder. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t hear the whirring noise behind him. Something touched his feet, his back arched as the sensation shot though his body like electricity.
Mr Johnson walked round the front, waving an electric toothbrush and a hairbrush at him.
“Ready to begin?”
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To be continued
