Sensuous Submission - Kitty Quinn 60min Tickle Interrogation on Miss Whitney Morgan - mp4

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Sensuous Submission - Kitty Quinn 60min Tickle Interrogation on Miss Whitney Morgan - mp4

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The Ultimate Tickle Interrogation: Whitney Morgan's Submission

A Sensuous Submission Story

Bound and restrained, Miss Whitney Morgan squirmed helplessly in her chair. Her eyes pleaded with Kitty Quinn, the woman who had captured her. Kitty stood over her, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched Whitney's struggle. This was the moment she had been waiting for - the ultimate tickle interrogation.

Kitty moved closer to Whitney, her long fingers brushing against the soft skin of her bound ankles. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice cold and harsh. Whitney tried to answer, but the gag in her mouth muffled her words. Slowly, Kitty lifted Whitney's left foot and began tickling her sole. Whitney let out a high-pitched squeal as she tried to fight off the tickles. It was no use; her body was restrained, and Kitty's touches were driving her wild.

"What are you looking for?" Kitty asked, her voice still stern. Again, Whitney tried to answer, but the gag only allowed for muffled grunts. Kitty chuckled darkly and moved to tickle Whitney's other foot. This time, she used a feather tickler, which sent shivers down Whitney's spine. She writhed in her chair, desperate to escape the torment.

As the tickle interrogation continued, Kitty increased the intensity of her touch. She used her nails, a brush, and even an electric toothbrush to tickle Whitney's bare soles. Whitney's laughter turned into sobs as she struggled against her restraints. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Still, she refused to give up any information.

Finally, Kitty decided to step things up a notch. She removed Whitney's blindfold, revealing her wide, terrified eyes. "Now," she said, a sinister grin spreading across her face, "let's see if you can take it." She produced a flame, holding it dangerously close to Whitney's feet. "One wrong move, and your soles will be burning."

Whitney froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that Kitty wasn't bluffing. Slowly, Kitty lowered the flame and began tickling Whitney's feet again. This time, the tickles were even more intense, more exquisite. Whitney felt like she was on the brink of madness. Her body trembled as she fought against the sensations washing over her.

Hours passed, and Kitty showed no signs of stopping. She tickled every inch of Whitney's feet, leaving her weak and exhausted. Finally, Kitty removed the gag and asked, "Are you ready to talk?" Whitney's voice was hoarse, but she managed a nod. The tickle interrogation was over; the real interrogation could begin.

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