<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85634.msg3780701#msg3780701">Quote from: Featherfall on 16-10-2010, 17:08:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Swat!!</em>"If..."<em>Swat!!!</em> "You...." <em>SWAT!!!!</em> "EVER!" <em><strong>SWAT!!!</strong></em> "Move when I tell you not to again, I won't stick it in you, do you understand?"<br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">SWAT!!!</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Michael was thoroughly enjoying himself; usually when he goes this far, a woman gets all squeamish, but this one liked it when he took charge. Wonder how the other two he saw felt about that. Ah well, back to the task at hand.<br/><br/>"If you move, I don't stick it in," he repeated, sliding her off his knee and purposefully landing her on her now thoroughly sore rump, "But if you laugh, in addition to tying you up next time, I blindfold you."<br/><br/>He slid a single foot on to his knee, removed anything that was covering it slowly, teasingly, letting her think about it. And then he attacked her arch with all the subtlety of, well a horny young man.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The slaps sent a ripple, a wave of pleasure through her and she moaned softly.  Each time he hit her she felt the pleasure build, her desire, her need hit her and she whimpered.  She felt her body crave the attention and she knew she would enjoy it when he finally did 'stick it in her'.<br/><br/>She gasped as he pushed her off and then frowned as he removed her make shift shoe.  When he started to tickle her she began to giggle, she couldnt help it the bottom of her feet had always been really ticklish.  She looked at him, eyes wide.  "I hate my feet being tickled" she told him, writhing, thrashing around as he tortured her by tickling her.<br/><br/>