Jil is sitting on the bed, a cushion in her back. Her legs get fixed between the tickler's legs. It doesn't dure long after we start tickling, that she slides down, her whole body trembling and struggling from laughter. She takes her cushion and presses it into her face, because all the neighbours can listen to that laughter. At the end, her feet and hands are tied together. She is sitting comfortable, but as we start tickling, she can't bear it and falls to the side. And as she can't use her hands, she has to lay there and has to endure the mercyless tickling.