I am on my way to work at Hooters and I find myself bound in 1970 Plymouth GTX muscle car on my back with my feet pulled up and my wrists above my head to the old style shifter. I am ball gagged and laughing. PO Tickler decides to tickle my feet for as long as i can handle it then moving onto my sides and ribs. OMG..it tickles so much and I eventually struggle my feet lose to give him even more stomach area to tickle. I squirm more and more, eventually getting my hands lose and attempting to run away from this tickling fool. He doesn't allow me to escape the car, but keeps on tickling me event... Show more