Ama is ready for some attention, yet I've got a magazine to finish. Ama decides to up the ante by utilizing her lovely feet to knock some sense into me. Sits on my lap, sits on my face, attempts to tickle my feet, and otherwise divert my attention. Later that day (halfway through the clip) Ama reads a self-help book in my spot. I decide to give her a ticklish taste of her own medicine. Who wins in this battle of wills?

Her attempt at tickling me was a surprise, but no worries, my feet are out of frame.