I have been left to struggle in the trunk of this Classic car, now the 73 Plymouth Duster and the owner have different plans. My legs are bound spread, revealing my panties showing through my shiny pantyhose, to something beneath the trunk, my wrists are bound behind my back and I am blindfolded and ball-gagged. I ponder what is going on, where I am, and whats going to happen but I don't have to wait long. I start feeling another hand and fingers lightly tickling me and it only gets worse, or better for you, with time. He tickles my thighs, knees, but especially my pantyhose clad feet. He u...

I have been left to struggle in the trunk of this Classic car, now the 73 Plymouth Duster and the owner have different plans. My legs are bound spread, revealing my panties showing through my shiny pantyhose, to something beneath the trunk, my wrists are bound behind my back and I am blindfolded and ball-gagged. I ponder what is going on, where I am, and whats going to happen but I don't have to wait long. I start feeling another hand and fingers lightly tickling me and it only gets worse, or better for you, with time. He tickles my thighs, knees, but especially my pantyhose clad feet. He used his fingers and even the heal of my silver glittery high-heal to tickle my feet and in between my toes. I laugh through the ball gag, sometimes soft but most times, i let out my true laughter from being tickled. Every time i think hes gone, he starts tickling my feet again. I cant see a thing and I cant stop laughing. I even threaten to P in the trunk because it tickles so much. He doesn't care and has so mercy on me. Hes done, only when hes done and since my blindfold ends of slipping off, I have seen my captor and he really has more in store for me. I really don't think going to that car show was the greatest plan....or was it?