Automatically you try to close your arms to your sides as you feel his fingers go into your armpits – but the restraints hold them just far enough away so that you can’t keep them out. The feeling is intensely of invasion – and it tickles like fuck.

You laugh hysterically as his fingers wiggle and stroke, but there is nothing you can do to stop it.

He must be good at reading his victims because the movement of the fingers becomes slower and more gentle. And it’s starting to turn you on – a lot!

“Mmm. You like that, don’t you...”

He strokes and caresses and it suddenly hits you that very slow, gentle tickling of your armpits is a trigger you never knew you had.

But both of his hands are in your pits and he’s not touching your cock, thank goodness. Even so, it’s hard and dripping, sticking up in the air between your thighs.

And then one hand goes to it. He’s clearly been told by James because his fingers go straight to the head. They stroke and slide slowly over the slippery, shiny glans, rubbing over the sensitive frenulum with each movement and you can feel yourself inexorably approaching orgasm yet again.

His other hand transfers to your other armpit and begins to tickle gently right in it. You screw your face up under the hood and will yourself not to cum.

But he doesn’t stop. You can feel yourself beginning to lose it…

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