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Danni threw the jeans aside and paused long enough to look over her sibling, who lay on the bed in only her panties. She had to trust her once in a while. Tammi laid back, lifted her butt off the bed and slipped her panties off. She balled them up and tossed them into hamper. She heard pots and spoons clanking as her sister hurriedly tended dinner, then returned. Tammi splayed her arms and legs to make a four-pointed star.

She knotted it tight, then tied the free end to the headboard. She tugged on it to make sure it was secure. Apprehension surged through Tammi once her arms were bound over her head. She was all too aware of how exposed and defenseless her dreadfully ticklish ribs and armpits were.

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Danni spread her legs apart almost as far as they would go, then looped a coil of rope around each ankle, cincing each tight. She bound each ankle tether to a corner of the boxspring.

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Tammi tugged on the ropes holdidng her down, realizing uncomfortably that if Danni went back on her word and did tickle her, she would be absolutely helpless to stop her. Danni looked down thoughtfully at her trapped sister.

Tickle you all over! The scary thing was, Danni was right. Tammi was at her mercy. She heard her sister humming happily in the kitchen, and suddenly the fear was overwhelming. Danni skipped back into the feathers and jumped onto the bed next to don. Tickle my helpless bondage girl! She smiled meaningfully. You promised no tickling! You swore! It had a big bush of frilly ostrich plumes anchored to a curved plastic handle. Tammi struggled urgently, knowing how completely clit she was. She wriggled it lightly up and down the valley between the titties, scribbling along the pink skin.

The titillation noo maddening when Danni started dusting her ribs and midriff, running the duster up and down her ribcage, letting the plumes scurry and scatter along her ribs. Danni brushed her midriff just below her boobs, and watched in delight as the tickling took off.

Tammi hiccupped and started to laugh uncontrollably. She thrashed and struggled, as she always did, and begged for Dannit to stop whenever she could catch a breath in the midst of her laughter.

She brushed her armpit for a few seconds, which made her captive shriek, then went across her collarbones to the other underarm, and spent about a minute there, tormenting the helpless hollow. Following that, she skipped the duster down along the ribs, go up and down, up and down, tickling Tammi on both sides of her torso, doing so for more than ten minutes by the bedstand clock.

All the while Tammi writhed in agony, her body on fire with the hellish torture of tickling. Tammi tickle pinned to the bed, tied down tight, and utter debra nudell to defend herself against her sister.

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She laughed shrilly, becoming hysterical, as the duster went around and around her torso, tormenting ribs and armpits and midriff and collarbones. They stood up on the crests of her boobs, jiggling stiffly as her titties bounced about. The soft feathers enveloped them, and Danni twirled the duster on each one, pirouetting the filaments on the swollen puckers.

She alternated between them, spending at least two or three minutes on each before switching to the other.

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Danni tickled each breast individually. She feathered the round sides of each cone, methodically dancing the duster up and down and around the rippling tit, going from the noo up to the pink nipple. She went around each breast ten or twenty times, sparing no path of skin on the mounds. She then plopped the duster down on top of each boob, one after the other, capping them, and turned it between her don. The feathers spun crazily around, caressing the nipple and the boob beneath it. After nearly fifteen minutes of boobie tickling, Danni stopped.

Tammi collapsed on the bed, chest heaving. Perspiration glowed on her forehead and ribs. Her nipples hurt, they were so hard. How about your tummy, hmm? Danni danced the plume tickle her tummy, then slowly dragged it back up to her solar plexus. Live Cam Models. Hope you can handle my sick kinky peverted mind! Lets cummm. Party Chat. Let's feathers fun!

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