Suddenly she started tickling me on my stomach, I told her not to do so as I cannot tolerate it. She started doing it again, sometimes on my stomach, ...y back side, my legs, under my arms etc. I told her I would also tickle her if she does not stop it. She said go ahead, try it. Now this was the thing I was waiting for. I knew I have to play safe with her and started tickling her between the area below her boobs and her navel. She started laughing loudly and kept on trying to avoid my fingers. The nextthing I knew, she pulled my hands behind my back and locked them with apair of handcuffs! "What's this all about?" "No comments from the peanut gallery," she said as she put some sort ofgag in my mouth. Whatever it was filled up my whole mouth, all the way to the top of mythroat! As I explored it with my tongue, I realized that it was a penisgag. What was going on? "Now come along peacefully, or I'll have to take further steps." Withthat I followed her into the bathroom. She. She reached out, and gently unclamped one nipple. As the blood rushed back in, she sucked on it softly. Then the other nipple was released, and she sucked that one too until I was sane again.She picked up the flogger. I watched with languid eyes as she made the thongs gently stroke my skin."Wait," she said. She walked over the kitchen, and took a pair of scissors from the knife block."Time to get you out of those constricting clothes," she said, and with a few efficient snips, she had removed. For the next half and hour, Peter and Paul tenderly caressed and massaged me again. It was like a heavenly erotic dream where two skilled pairs of hands touched all of my body except my pussy. By the end of it my whole body was relaxed and tingling with expectation that only heightened when a pair of lips descended on to mine, kissing me sweetly. My cunt was now overheated again. “Do you want to come again?” Peter whispered into my ear, a question which I met with a tuneless moan, the meaning.