She was going out of her mind; her body had cast off all her mental and emotional restraints. Now it buckled and gamboled as though it had never had an inhibition in its life.
It was her voice, she recognized it even though it was a guttural croak that cried out, "Oh... no. Please, stop it. Please! I... I can't stand it. Pluu-eezz."
One of them was it Tony? Yes... Tony! used his feather to tantalizingly play with the soft, tender area under her arms. Sam, noting this, used his feather on her breasts. And, in spite of her raging torment, she felt a disappointment that the feather at her anus had gone on to another part of her body.
That one teasing feather working at her c******s stayed, however, and made its appointed rounds. It circled the engorged little column of flesh; it created it
