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The assistant loaded a cutie into the car who had a truly strange hobby. She enjoyed seducing married fellows. She did it repeatedly, as if it were a game. Finally, our time came. I decided to put a stop to her hobby. The assistant handed her over to my trusted tickler, Andy. She fastened Cindy tightly to the rack—her arms jointly and her legs apart, stretched taut as a string. She was totally feeble, and then it began. Andy started sluggishly. She gently tickled her armpits with her fingers. Cindy just now started laughing and squirming; that babe was highly ticklish. Andy didn't make it any easier for her – that babe ran her fingers over her sides, her ribs, her belly. She tickled her intensely. Cindy writhed, squealed, and laughed so raw this babe nearly lost her breath. Then it was time for her feet. She was wearing sneakers, which Andy took off. Underneath, this babe had socks on, which smelled a adult baby of sweat. Andy tickled her throughout the socks for a whilst, gently tickling her toes and heels with her fingers. Cindy laughed afresh, but the most excellent was yet to come. When Andy pulled her socks down and disclosed her in natures garb feet, it was clear that Cindy couldn't take it. Her feet were sensitive, beautifully smooth, and totally defenseless. Andy tickled her beneath her toes, circled her nails around the arch of her foot, and ran em over her heels and betwixt her toes. Her fingers were unstoppable. Cindy squirmed, trying to pull away, but the braces held her firmly in place. Bursts of laughter mixed with screams, begging, and tears of laughter. Andy was inexorable, systematic, calm... as if this babe were treating the entire thing like meditation. After about fifteen minutes, Andy finished. Cindy lay there perspired, breathless, but totally subdued. And I think she'll remember it well.

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