When we made it to my bedroom she sat down the duck tape and pulled out some fuzzy handcuffs she had brought just for this occasion. I played along with her game, actually looking forward to what awaited me, as she handcuffed my hands to the headboard and my feet to the foot of the bed. There I was, stretched taught and naked at her mercy. "Now, I'm going to ask you one more time, Where are your friends?" She glared at me with a devious smile. "What friends?" Her grin nearly wrapped around her head as she said the name that put terror into my heart. "Alicia, I think she would be a good interrogator while I'm at lunch."
"No!" there was no way you were letting that spoiled brat and her friends get their hands on you in a situation like this. Although you knew her number there was no way you were going to give it up. Katelyn straddled me and stroked my sides, eliciting a stream of soft giggles from me. "I had a feeling you would be that way," she said, leaning over me. So sensitive was my skin I was already giggling as her long hair brushed my belly when she massaged it in.
Her nails skittered across my belly sending me into peals of frantic laughter. It tickled like nothing else I had ever felt before. My belly was already sensitive and this vile just made it too much. My cute torturer was enjoying this way too much. Se was laughing nearly as much as me, she was so pleased with the result, all the while cooing, "Tickle tickle tickle!" Only making it worse. I was laughing way to hard to give any response at all or even form a complete thought. I looked into her eyes and knew that there was no stopping her. I tried as hard as I could to buck the younger girl off but her knees just clamped on and she seemed to enjoy the ride and strangely enough I think I was too. As torturous as it was, It was still extremely pleasurable and giving me a painful hard on.
What was left of my conscious thought scattered when she blew a raspberry on my tummy wiggling her slick tongue in my navel. I let out a high, less than manly scream. She stopped tickling, but it took me a few minutes to stop laughing. "The number?"
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