“Yes! That’s what we should have - a PARTY! What do you think, Nicky-boy?”, laughed my captor, Mr. Tickle, as his fingertips randomly glanced along my naked body. It became obvious to me that he was slowly walking around me.
I was giggling and flinching and chortling with every stray stroke from the evil fiend’s fingers as he continued teasing over my yelps and cries of laughter, “My my! You really ARE the touchy one, aren’t you, little Nick? My friends will delight in exploiting your slim, ticklish body for their amusement, my boy.
The only question now is, what sort of party should we throw, kiddo?” -
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