Tettone

Led tettone the way to the mat, then sat and extended her legs, bowing slightly toward her toes. Opening them, she extended her right arm above her head and lowered her body onto her left thigh, touching her toes, then grasping the sole with both hands. Her face kissed her knee. She relaxed into the stretch. When she sat back up, he was sitting in front of her, smiling slightly. "Can you do that?" "Sure. What else you got?" "The other side." She raised her left arm and repeated the stretch. While her face was resting on her right knee, she realized that her left shoe was being taken off. She had

An inkling who might be doing the removing but continued to relax into the stretch anyway. Her sock came off next. The cool air on the warm sole made it tingle. "Hey! What're you doing?" She giggled as she glanced tettone up. He ignored her and instead began tickling the bottom tettone of her foot. She exploded in laughter. "Stop that! You're nuts!" He continued, now running his nail across her arch. He had a good grip on her ankle so she was unable to wiggle much. Her toes flailed. He pulled them back, stretching the sole and continued his merciless, unrelenting attack on her foot. She could feel herself starting to get aroused despite her laughter. "Knucklehead, huh? Knucklehead?" He grinned at her. "Okay, you're not a knucklehead. You're a complete pervert. You like that better?" She grinned back at him. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"Yes. I believe I'm tickling you." "You're also turning me on more than life itself, so stop it!" "No." He reached for the other foot and untied the laces. Her left foot still tingled and so her giggles continued. "No, tettone please. I'm really very ticklish, as you can tell." "Oh, really? Hadn't noticed." He continued his mission. Now that he knew which buttons to push, he took her to the penthouse. She was hollering now, laughing loudly, near hysteria. And very aroused. "I'll stop on one condition." "What? Anything!" "Take off your tights." "No. Forget it." "Okay, then." He increased the intensity. "Okay, okay." She lay back and lifted her hips, sliding off the tights in one quick movement. He finished pulling them off and then stared directly at her crotch. She pulled her tee over it. "Now take off your t-shirt." "No." "I'll tickle you some more. You want

That?" "Well, no." She giggled, then pulled the shirt over her head. He looked her over, noticing her full breasts and almost flat stomach. She sucked it in. "Now lie tettone down on your stomach." "No." "Tickle?" "Okay." She lay back tettone down and then flipped over, not sure what he had in mind but afraid what he did have in mind. He ran his warm hands over her butt, caressing it. "Oh, that feels good," she thought. Then she felt the sting of his hand. "Owwwww! Damn! Why are you hitting me?" "Because you did thirty-six reps." "But... but... I didn't know... " She started to turn over. He firmly pressed her back down. "Besides, who died and made you king of the Y?" "Shut up, bitch." Her heart stopped. Now she was afraid. Just a little. Who was this maniac, anyway? First tickling, then spanking. The early morning fog was

Clearing. Her brain was working a million miles a minute. Heart beating faster. And she was aroused. Again. Still. "Smack!" The sensation of pain, then pleasure, preceded the sound by a split second. He continued meting out the punishment...


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