Next one up on the board is Kitty Quinn! Laid flat in a red bikini, she's strapped down, her ankles locked in place with her big toes bound.

And the Terminator starts up.

It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are tickled senseless.

The best part? I let it run while I occupy myself with open thighs, revealed belly, and available underarms.