I am on a walk as I must of taken a wrong turn and now I cant figure out how to get off of this property as you watch me walk and make motions of confusion. You come to me as the camera is your point of view as you ask me why I am on your property and what is it I'm looking for? I definitely have visited the wrong land (or did i?). He insists I am correlated with Mr. Big. My dumb founded answers are not convincing enough so he decides to take matters in his own hands to get the answer he is looking for. I am buried with only my head and feet exposed. The heavy dirt on the rest of my body does ...

I am on a walk as I must of taken a wrong turn and now I cant figure out how to get off of this property as you watch me walk and make motions of confusion. You come to me as the camera is your point of view as you ask me why I am on your property and what is it I'm looking for? I definitely have visited the wrong land (or did i?). He insists I am correlated with Mr. Big. My dumb founded answers are not convincing enough so he decides to take matters in his own hands to get the answer he is looking for. I am buried with only my head and feet exposed. The heavy dirt on the rest of my body does not allow for any movement or struggling. I am at his mercy now as he removes my flat black shoes revealing shiny pantyhose covered feet. Since I am not talking or saying what he wants..the tickling starts on my hosed feet. He uses his fingers and a hairbrush to tickle both of my feet. I laugh and I laugh and i beg to know what it is he is looking for. I know nothing...or do i? He tickles and interrogates me but i don't crack, I only laugh since it tickles so much. The tights actually make the tickling even worse...But he isn't done with me yet...or with the tickling torment he seems to enjoy so much. He is not happy with the lack of information I have supplied, so its time to continue this brutal interrogation. he rips & tears the shiny pantyhose off of one foot and tickles my now bare foot with his fingers and hair brush then rips the hose off of the other foot and keeps tickling my feet. I still don't speak but laugh and laugh and swear i don't know what it is he is looking for. The tickling is so harsh but i don't give in to his torment. Once he realizes I'm not going to talk, he walks away for nature to take its course as i mumble to myself how Mr. Big is going to me if nature doesn't first.