Plumenatti agent, Dacey Harlot, has discovered a data card, containing info her organization has been trying to recover. But, before she can escape with it, Ian Fixx catches her red-handed and takes her prisoner!

The sexy, leather-clad spy is strapped into the stocks and de-booted. Ian and his agency stole the data card, but are unable to break the decryption on it, but maybe breaking Dacey, by way of her ticklish feet will do the trick!

Dacey howls with laughter, thrashing about in her restraints as fingernails, feathers, brushes, oil and the electric toothbrush send her ...

Plumenatti agent, Dacey Harlot, has discovered a data card, containing info her organization has been trying to recover. But, before she can escape with it, Ian Fixx catches her red-handed and takes her prisoner!

The sexy, leather-clad spy is strapped into the stocks and de-booted. Ian and his agency stole the data card, but are unable to break the decryption on it, but maybe breaking Dacey, by way of her ticklish feet will do the trick!

Dacey howls with laughter, thrashing about in her restraints as fingernails, feathers, brushes, oil and the electric toothbrush send her into a laugh-out-loud, toe-squirming, foot-flailing fit! She swears she won't talk, but bit by bit her resolve wears down! Will Dacey talk? And even if she does, will Ian really stop tormenting her ticklish tootsies?