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Welling is Tricked, Tied, and Tickled, at a Party
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nbsp; It's
still dark outside the window as Tom starts to awaken. He tries to stretch,=
but
he can't. He realizes it's because his arms are tied, spread apart, to the =
top
bedposts. It dawns on him that his ankles are tied in much the same manner,=
to
the lower bedposts. When he sees he is only wearing his sky blue boxers, he
figures his old high-school buddies must be playing a trick on him.
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nbsp; The
last thing he remembers at the costume party was drinking some strange tast=
ing
punch that a girl
handed to him. What was her name?
It was Shelley something or other.&=
nbsp;
Yeah, that’s it, and her friends name was Kelly. His buddies are no where to be see=
n, so
he assumes that they must have gone back to the party. Well, he thinks to himself, here g=
oes.
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nbsp; "Help!", he screams, and surprisingly, the door opens.<=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>
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nbsp; It's
the two girls he remembers from the party.
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nbsp; Thank
goodness, he thinks to himself. He
can get back to the party and make his buddies pay for this one. He remembered how cute the girls l=
ooked
in twin French maid outfits, complete with lacey lone ranger type masks and
huge feather dusters.
&= nbsp; "Can you girls help me out?” He asks. “Some guys are pl= aying a trick on me ,I can't seem to get loose."<= o:p>
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nbsp; "We
will, Tom,” says Kelly, “but you have a little problem."
&=
nbsp; "What
problem?" he asks.
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nbsp; The
girls look at each other.
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nbsp; "You
look a little bit dusty to me,” Shelley says.
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nbsp; Without
warning, they are on each side of the bed "dusting" his entire up=
per
body, from his hard, flat belly, up his sides and ribs, to his armpits. After a second of shocked silence,=
Tom
squeals like a girl, jerking left and right, nearly bucking the girls off t=
he
bed. The two let him catch his
breath as they whisper and giggle to each other. Then, Shelley climbs up and stradd=
les
Tom's hips, while Kelly gets on her knees between his legs.
&=
nbsp; "Girls ,please,” Tom pleads. “I can't take this, and I'm
getting nervous here. I need =
to pay
my buddies back before they leave."
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nbsp; "Look,
Tom, “ Shelley says.“ Confession tim=
e. WE put a little something in your =
punch,
and WE tied you up, and WE are NOT done.&n=
bsp;
We know kryptonite is Superman's weakness, so now, we're going to fi=
nd
yours."
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nbsp; That's
when she took her long fingernails and did some MAJOR scratching, all over =
his
armpits. At the same time, Ke=
lly
was using both feather dusters all over the tops and insides of Tom's
thighs. He was screaming, lau=
ghing
harder and harder; while jerking and begging for mercy!! When Shelley briefly left his pits=
and
dug her thumbs in under his ribcage, he was laughing so hard that tears were
pouring down his cheeks.
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nbsp; Then
they finally gave him a break, and after he caught his breath, he told them,
"Okay, now let’s go.
Checkout at this hotel is 11a.m. It's 10:45."
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nbsp; “Oh!” Shelley exclaimed. “Didn't we tell you? We rented this room for TWO days, =
and we
are not finished with YOU!!