Being Their's
Now he is just being mean, they are all being mean.
"You might want to stop struggling babygirl. The more you struggle the harder I'm going to squeeze your foot." Raikin tells me between bites of food.
I cross my arms over my chest, pouting. "Fine, just please stop tickling me."
"Okay." Raikin loosens his grip a little on my foot, not enough for me to pull it away, but enough that it doesn't tickle everytime he moves his hand.
I start eating again, forcing myself to ignore the little waves of ticklishness that go through me when he moves his hand a certain way. Once we are all done eating, Raikin finally let's go of my foot, setting it down gently on the floor.
Bab Populer