Please don’t tickle my feet

How Sandy falls into the hands of Jerry. A biker who loves nothing more than to tickle

It was a very beautiful day this afternoon as Sandy walked home from school. A senior at Vicksburg High was a very attractive young woman, Sandy . Even though it took the full 4yrs of high school she had turned out quite lovely. In fact she is drop dead gorgeous. From the top of her head to the bottom of her soles. She is beautiful. Did I tell you that she is beautiful, well she is. And speaking of the bottom of her soles they are incredible ticklish. Maybe a better word would be insanely ticklish. That’s because if anyone would tickle her feet it would drive her crazy. All she would do or could do is lie there and laugh. When Sally’s tickled is being tickled she becomes too weak to move. and that leaves all of her sexy ticklish spots subjected to whoever was doing the tickling.
Being such a lovely afternoon Sally decides to cut through the park on the way home. Cutting through the park what would be the harm in that. Except there been a man in the park attacking women. He’s not hurting them he’s ticking them. He waits for them near the heavy wooded areas where he can spring out, catch them off guard and before they know it, they’re in a sleeper hold and then nighty night. Then they would wake up in his special chair, which was made for ticking. The victim would become the chair. Her hands would be tied above their head and their legs would be stretched out straight. There was still plenty of space for her to giggle and wiggle around while laughing uncontrollably. His favorite tool of choice of-course was the feather. Used by a professional tickler he or she could bring the toughest woman who claims not to be ticklish, begging for her tormenter to please stop. And she will keep begging and begging but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. He watches as her body moves as he tickles her feet.