Let Me Go?

"Let me go?" you ask.

"Wrong!" the women both yell at the same time. They rush over to your feet and begin to slowly, softy move their nails up and down, slowly driving you crazy.

"I can't take this! No more!" you squeal, as the women pick up the pace, and the tickling becomes even more extreme. Their nails move so fast and becomes so ticklish that you pass out.

You wak up on the ground, free to go. You quickly look around, get up, and dash away, leaving the horrible tickling women in your rear-view.

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