the shoes come off

Wait, you say to yourself. He shoes are untied. You untie her black shoes and strip them off, revealing pink socks. She really likes pink....you think to yourself. Then you take off her socks and bring the pink feather closer to her feet...then she wakes up! "no! please! not that.....not there!" she begs. you smile to yourself. this is gonna be fun! which, of course, it is. her feet are size elevens, and you drag the feather heavily up and down her right sole, while scratchng at her left sole with your other hand. "NO! PLEHHEHEHEHEHEHEZE! STOHHOHOP! IM BEGGING YOU!" she cries. a few more minutes of tickling, and she cant even talk anymore. You finally give her a break and let her catch her breath. "now, what's going on here? why do you people always tickle your victims?" you inquire. "if you want answers, you better keep on tickling, pretty boy. nothing is gonna get me to talk!" yells natasha. "whatever...but you asked for it!" you say. then you find some more of that pink liqud from the syringe. you rub about half the bottle on Natashas feet, while she screams "no! oh my god...no please, dont do that! ill talk! ILL TALK! I CANT HANDLE THAT, PLEASE, ILL TALK!" "too late, cutie....remember? you asked for it!" you poke her feet, and immediately she starts screaming with hysterica laughter. you drag the pink feather up and down her feet a couple of times. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! IM BEGGING YOU! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHZE! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" you smile to yourself. you were right, this WAS fun!

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