Miranda wonders to herself as she’s laying on the floor, how she always gets talked into these situations. Clad in a fancy bra that does little to hide her dollar size nipples and blue tights, she finds her ankles cuffed and hooked to a spreader bar that is attached to an overhead winch. When her feet go up, she knows there is no escape from Dante who first tickles her with his fingers, then a little paint brush and finally, he tickle her relentlessly with a hairbrush.

Miranda wonders to herself as she’s laying on the floor, how she always gets talked into these situations. Clad in a fancy bra that does little to hide her dollar size nipples and blue tights, she finds her ankles cuffed and hooked to a spreader bar that is attached to an overhead winch. When her feet go up, she knows there is no escape from Dante who first tickles her with his fingers, then a little paint brush and finally, he tickle her relentlessly with a hairbrush.