T= om Welling is Tricked, Tied, and Tickled, at a Party=


        &= 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.

        &= 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.

        &= nbsp;   "Help!", he screams, and surprisingly, the door opens.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> 

        &= nbsp;   It's the two girls he remembers from the party.

        &= 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>

        &= nbsp;   "We will, Tom,” says Kelly, “but you have a little problem."

        &= nbsp;   "What problem?" he asks.

        &= nbsp;   The girls look at each other.

        &= nbsp;   "You look a little bit dusty to me,” Shelley says.

        &= 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."

        &= 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."

        &= 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.

        &= 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."=

        &= nbsp;   “Oh!”  Shelley exclaimed.  “Didn't we tell you?  We rented this room for TWO days, = and we are not finished with YOU!!