Jessica was tied down, blindfolded, her panties halfway to nowhere, bent over a chair like a scene straight out of someone else’s imagination. And the look on her face, what little you could see of it, said she knew she wasn’t in control anymore. The tickling started soft, almost teasing, fingers gliding over her ribs, her sides, her ass crack, spots she didn’t even know she had. Her laugh broke the silence first, frantic, nothing like the composed woman who’d walked into the room. It was the laugh of someone trying not to fall apart and failing spectacularly.

Jessica was tied down, blindfolded, her panties halfway to nowhere, bent over a chair like a scene straight out of someone else’s imagination. And the look on her face, what little you could see of it, said she knew she wasn’t in control anymore. The tickling started soft, almost teasing, fingers gliding over her ribs, her sides, her ass crack, spots she didn’t even know she had. Her laugh broke the silence first, frantic, nothing like the composed woman who’d walked into the room. It was the laugh of someone trying not to fall apart and failing spectacularly.