Sexy Slyyy has begun to see the error of her ways. After all she's been through how could she not? She's been stripped of not only her clothes, but her pride and humility as well. What little humility she had at least. One might think it takes a lack of it to parade around on stage like a performing And to avoid this embarrassment all this had to do was sign an autograph for Saharra Huxly's little cousin. Instead Slyyy decide to enroll in Saharra's school of discipline.

When we left them last Saharra had began Slyyy's final lesson. Duct taped to a large wooden beam in a dark narrow ...

Sexy Slyyy has begun to see the error of her ways. After all she's been through how could she not? She's been stripped of not only her clothes, but her pride and humility as well. What little humility she had at least. One might think it takes a lack of it to parade around on stage like a performing And to avoid this embarrassment all this had to do was sign an autograph for Saharra Huxly's little cousin. Instead Slyyy decide to enroll in Saharra's school of discipline.

When we left them last Saharra had began Slyyy's final lesson. Duct taped to a large wooden beam in a dark narrow corridor, suspended with her feet just able to support her weight. Until Saharra applies her implements of mass tickling.

Saharra gives her the full run over. Ever inch from head to toe is tormented by Saharra's (cough), delicate touch. Her armpits, neck, stomach and thighs, The soles of her feet and in between her toes. Slyyy's body torques and twists with lighting sensations jolting through her skin. Her feet dance across the floor unable to hold up her body. Only when Slyyy is begging for mercy and offering Saharra the world, to never turn down another autograph again. Only then does Saharra grant her release. Through an ear piercing orgasm. This pop star will never look at fame the same way again. That's if Saharra ever lets her go. Depends on if her cousin still likes her or not.