He didn't stop there, the ticklish fluttering rolledacross my stomach and then down one thigh and up the other. I did mybest to resist the vicious sen...ation, but when I felt that feather runright over my tender nether lips I started to convulse with laughter.I tore at my bonds, trying to escape the tickling as I shook withuncontrollable laughter. The assault was just too much, and mycomposure just melted away as I tussled from side to side, trying invain to escape."Please! I can't take it..." I. .the first kiss that he had initiated. "Now...take the basque off, and the thong...leave the stockings and heels on. They make ya look like a proper wee slut....and that's gid for me! Ooooh, that's fucking lovely. Look...ya nipples are nearly popping they're that fucking hard....and look at the juice on ya lips...." He swiped his forefinger through her labia and raised it so they both could see. There was no doubt about it...she was ringing wet. "If only ya arse hole was as wet as ya. He was a small little dollnow, a stupid smile forever sewn on its face, black button eyes glintingin the light. Little black eyelashes had been stitched around thebuttons. The checks of the doll had red circles stitched there, meant torepresent blushing. The hair of the doll was long- there was plenty for alittle girl to play with. The lavender bow still sat in place primly.The legs of the doll were white cloth, meant to simulate tights. Thedress was a bit rougher and scratchier compared to the. Everyone was just waiting for Becky to come out and invite one of them to lunch.When it turned out to be Amy, I don't have to tell you that it got everyone talking."Let me drive, " was Amy's only reaction. She made Becky fish out the keys for the Lexus right in front of everyone. It was humiliating, considering the long standing rivalry between the two women.Now, I'll admit, it seems like Amy is being a little aggressive about this. A real woman might feel weird about it, or refuse to go along.