” “M” and I both gave each other the look. “Tickle torture,” “M” said.“J” mock-hid behind a couch cushion, daring us with that wic...ed smile.We had played this game before, and we already knew the limits. “Orange” was the agreed upon safe word. We all knew the game was just an excuse for the “transgressor” to get touched.“M’s” hand shot to “J’s” clavicle, hitting that sweet spot that turned “J” into a happy, cackling hyena. I got “J’s” left shoe and sock off and wiggled my fingers between. How could I find out without tipping my hand? ‘That would explain the big bulge in your pants.’ ‘Thanks for noticing.’ ‘Couldn’t help but notice.’ ‘I could sure use a taste.’ ‘Anytime.’ ‘Yeah, anytime I don’t drink too much.’ ‘Did you drink too much last night?’ ‘One too many – I hate wasting hard cock.’ ‘Waste not, want not.’ I was getting lame but still hoping I could get her to say something that would let me know who was sending the texts. ‘I must be wasting because I sure am wanting.’. You start stroking your throbbing dick more vigorously staring at her pleasuring herself, when suddenly you hear a gun being cocked right next to your temple, then a voice comes thundering into your consciousness informing you not try anything stupid or to turn around! You are scared out of your mind, the voice instructs you to slowly turn to your left and move toward the rear door of the house which is enshrouded in total darkness. You bend over to try and pull up your pants but the voice. .. no interrupting Becky. Have a look at this picture," I ordered. Removing a copy of the photo taken yesterday from my shirt pocket, I dropped it onto the desk in front of her. She hesitantly reached out, and with shaking hands, picked up the photo. Almost immediately all colour drained from her face and she appeared to collapse back into her seat with a thud. It was as if all the wind had been taken from her sails, as she now realized that I was indeed still in control of the situation."Why.